#as nightwing's eventual love interest

[charlietheepicwriter7]

I'm obsessive over my Constantine Jr Au (which still needs a fic name for, I'm open to suggestions) because

this is a cranky danny. he's spent years fighting with no end in sight, with parents who he can't trust and his only companions never truly understanding what he's going through.

he vapes CBD for the pain he's constantly in. he drank alco/hol once to help him sleep, but his parents smelt it on his breath and, just like with their research, took that to believe EVERYTHING they'd ever suspected about danny to be true: that he drinks, he does dru/gs, he's in a gang. the only thing they've never suspected their son of--being a ghost--is the one thing he actually does.

then, right on the cusp of eighteen and freedom, he gets outed. AND transformed into a seven-year-old.

this is not a danny who is willing to play at being a child. and if anyone tries to, they're in for a foul time.

Danny was 17, transformed into a 7 year old and hides in Bludhaven, and is 8 when the police finally figure out that, hey, this weird kid who keeps altering us to crime scenes is usually right on the money about who the killer is, we should investigate that. Officer Grayson is on the case!

And discovers that he absolutely can't STAND this kid.

He thought he liked kids! Everyone thought he liked kids! but this kid...

This isn't called the Constantine Jr AU because Danny is a supernatural detective, or because Danny might be Constantine's kid. Its because Danny is an unrepentant little bas/tard and he makes it everyone's problem.

Danny vapes and blows bubblegum smoke in Grayson's face.

He takes out a flask and Grayson's grabs it, learning its full of orange juice. Danny then takes out a second flask, this one with vod/ka.

He wears a trenchcoat he found in the trash (the same trenchcoat Nightwing wears in DC vs Vampires, if you know you know) but the end and the sleeves are cut off for his hands and legs. the pockets are roughly around his knees.

Grayson is desperate to figure out more about this kid, but he doesn't go to batman because, time-line wise, this is right before red hood starts running around. Jason is dead/alive-in-hiding, Tim is Robin, and Dick is mad about it. (ages-- Bruce: ? Nightwing: 24 Jason: 19 Tim: 15 Danny: 8 Damien: 7-8)

he doesn't really bond with the kid until they're both kidnapped by a gang for hostages, and Danny's big kid emotions get a hold of him (he thought he could escape them bc he's an adult, he's gone through worse, but nope! child brain chemistry). Grayson is worried that he's hurt and in pain, but Danny confesses that he's always in pain. he has nerve damage all over his body, and the only thing he really trusts is CBD. He feels like shit for taking his juul away, but more importantly, because he's been treating Danny like a irritant and just a little kid.

they get rescued and Grayson tries to take him back to his home, but Danny reveals he's homeless, saying something like "I sleep where it suits me, just drop me off whereever."

Absolutely not, Grayson is taking kid back to his place for a bed, food, and a shower, in whatever order the kid wants.

Danny stays semi-perminantly at his apartment, but Nightwing tries not to push it, because this kid practically screams flight risk. unfortunately, the paparazzi have nothing better to do and snap a pick of Grayson and Danny getting dinner together, speculating that Dick's taken after Bruce

Danny doesn't care too much; I think his ghost form is the same, if glitchy, so his parents don't know about the deaging. Grayson is mildly panicking, but its not like he HASN'T been considering adopting the evil troglodyte. Even Bruce, Tim, and Alfred aren't the problem.

No, the problem is the Red Hood, a crime boss who just cut 8 people's heads off, seeing what looks like Nightwing pulling an innocent kid into the neverending fight against crime and Seeing Green.

Edit: Had to censor sh!t because ths wasn't showing up in the tags

[hana-no-seiiki]

Interested in seeing Yun's A/B/O arc. I am very picky about my omegaverse content BUT. Idea: Alpha/Omega Batfam desperately wanting reader who is a beta, unbothered by their nonsense. They're gnawing on their enclosure as reader says, "The fuck is their problem???"

@sophiethewitch1 just to inflict more damage to your psyche 🩵

like it when you guys use my name so much huhu

YANDERE! A/B/O! BATFAM x BETA! READER

Beta Reader who is just unbothered and unwilling to care about the whole second gender hierarchy and just wants to get a normal job at Wayne Industries

But it’s literally impossible when they have Alpha! Dick as their childhood friend.

You should thank him really, he gave you a spot at your dream (totally) job. You should thank him for many things actually. You’re the only beta he ever told his hero identity to. He gave his whole heart and trust towards your irrelevant beta self. As such, you should be grateful that he asked you out right? Wrong.

Unfortunately, you were already in a relationship with Omega! Tim. Who you met after the death of your partner Beta! Jason. His omega tendencies and the fact that you were unable to fully take care of him as a mate saddened you, but sacrifices must be made for love right?

Omega! Tim who’s just so fucking obnoxious about bagging you. He leaves his scent all over your items. Warding off Alpha! Damian who had been crushing on you since forever.

Alpha! Damian who kept bullying you for being a Beta up until that fateful day Batman suddenly died(disappeared), and you were the only one that stepped up to comfort him. Sure, you didn’t know he was your tormentor (God was he thankful you couldn’t smell his arousal and pheromones going haywire when you hugged him) but you were the only person he felt safe being so vulnerable with. So un-alpha like with. You knew who Nightwing was right? You must know who he was and cared for him eitherway.

Beta! Jason who comes back with a vengeance. Cursing Joker for separating you two. Who hated you for being a beta even though he was one himself, but learnt to love you and eventually his second gender. Whose first coherent thought was to return to his mate, but is heartbroken upon the sight of his replacement.

Alpha! Batman who lurks within the shadows. He knows of his children’s obsessions, he knows you’re the final piece needed for his gamble to succeed.

You who’s unknowingly walking into the jaws of the most unhinged men on Gotham.

….

… Captured! Beta Reader who wakes up to the leering eyes of the Dark Knight. Scalpel in hand.

“It’s time to fix you.”

[goinggoingghone]

dp x dc au but danny is bruce's biological kid and he knows it. his parents straight up told him as soon as he was old enough to know, and he loves his adopted parents all the same.

of course, it was a bit rocky with all that ghost business, but eventually Jack and Maddie came around to their halfa son and liminal daughter. Danny just thought it was funny they took longer to accept he was alive and dead than accepting he was in a relationship with Sam and Tucker.

So there's some ghost conference in Gotham being held by the GIW in order to get more occultists/people interested in ghosts to work for them. The Fentons go there, as published ghost scientists, to expose the GIW and prevent people from buying into their beliefs.

But while they're out, one of the Bats mistakes Danny for a younger Bruce. Of course there are some differences, but the Bat (I'm thinking Tim, who's running on like -16 hours of sleep and several cups of coffee) is convinced he's a clone or something. So he takes a DNA sample and the results come out: he's Bruce's kid.

Bruce is devastated that he couldn't be there for one of his kids, and so he tries to get more info in order to possibly get custody back. Tucker, who accidentally found the network the Batcomputer used three weeks ago while looking for the GIW's, is immediately aware they're looking into Danny.

The Fentons have a collective moment of "oh for fuck's sake" and try to come up with a plan to get Bruce Wayne, who definitely is Batman at this point, to get off their case.

While on a walk to get his thoughts in order, Danny runs into Red Hood in Crime Alley. Both of them are immediately aware of the other for vastly different reasons. Jason, for "Batman wants to adopt this kid who already has a family" and Danny, for "oh shit this guy has a fucked up core what the hell is wrong with this guy" they have a Spiderman meme moment and Red Hood, always on the lookout for an opportunity to spite Bruce, offers his help. Danny accepts, with the caveat that he takes Jason to the Realms to figure out what the fuck is up with him.

Jason is extraordinarily confused but for some reason the Pit is really quiet around this guy and he feels safe around some dumb teenager so he's like "okay?? Sure??"

Danny takes him back to the hotel the Fentons are staying in and explains the situation a bit. Jack and Maddie hook up their temporary portal (blowing the electricity of the hotel in the meantime) and get Jason to the ghost doctor, Frostbite.

He gets diagnosed with "bro your ectoplasm is fucked up" disease and his ectoplasm is cleaned. He's like a diet halfa, with a few ghost powers but no ghost form. A liminal on steroids.

Anyway, Bruce sends a Batkid to the Fentons hotel (because of course he found it) in civilian garb to explain the situation. The Fentons Are Not Having It.

So, of course, with parents Bruce believes are mad scientists, he takes it upon himself to get that child out of a home of mad ghost hunters. By kidnapping him.

Danny's just pissed off because he finally got Vlad off his case and now he's here dealing with ANOTHER billionaire with a bat-themed super persona wanting to forcefully adopt him. The irony would be funny if it weren't so infuriating.

The Batkids are so happy to have a "new brother" in the house, even if said brother really doesn't want to be there. Jason just has no fucks left to give anymore and re-kidnaps Danny.

This of course sparks a game of Who Can Kidnap Danny and it's getting to the point where Danny just hates the BatFamily more and more because he was SUPPOSED to have a date with Sam and Tucker today and now he's holed up in the Batcave getting fitted for a vigilante costume by Nightwing. Alfred and Jason are the only sane people in the mansion.

So Danny "Bad Decisions" Fenton just says "fuck it" and goes ghost in private, leaving the manor and flying back to Amity. The convention has ended by this point, so they're all back home.

Cue BatFamily freaking out.

Eventually Bruce serves the Fentons legal papers (once he finds their address). The Fentons show up to court and verbally and respectfully ream Bruce for trying to re-adopt their son who they love so much. As the evidence of Bruce being wrong adds up, he realizes what he's done and feels like shit. Jason gives him a hearty "I told you so" for his efforts.

The Fentons live happily ever after, and Danny gets a cool secondary family that he doesn't really like until they all apologize.

Heheh. Just wait until they meet Dani, he thinks.

[hailsatanacab]

"give me a fandom and a prompt and i'll give you at least five sentences"

Ok then.

Jazz, Danny and Bruce are in the same age range, and Bruce has been harboring a massive crush on 7'foot tall Jazz since just after he began his training journey.

His kids know about and are mercyless. Danny thinks he's a bit of a fruit loop and 100% knows Bruce has a crush on his sister.

Into the future his coworkers find out that batman has been quietly pining after the Ghost Kings sister for years.

Chaos.

love that this reads as a challenge. Ok then. Write it. i will, let's goooo!

(sorry i kinda took it so that Jazz, Danny, and Bruce were all old friends but in that horrible adult way where you can only hang out with each other once in a blue moon when your work schedules miraculously align)

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"Respectfully, Batman, you can take your "it's not necessary" and you can shove it up your arse. There's a demon the size of a skyscraper heading towards Metropolis and we need reinforcements."

"Superman can—"

"Superman can't. You do remember the part of the report I made telling you this, right? Or did your stubborn little bat brain just shut down when I mentioned magic?"

"Actually," Nightwing interrupts from the side, a shit-eating grin on his face, "I think his brain shut down when you mentioned the Ghost King."

"Nightwing." Batman growls in warning, his jaw clenching so hard Constantine can swear he hears the bones creaking.

Nightwing just snickers, and turns away to press a finger to his ear, no doubt letting the rest of the bat brood in on what's happening here... Whatever that is. All Constantine knows is that Batman is standing between him and fixing this mess for no God-forsaken reason.

Luckily, some of the more reasonable members of the League step in to try and talk some sense into Batman. It gives him some time to calm down.

"Batman. We need him. I know you dislike working with unknowns, but he's our best shot."

It actually looks like Wonder Woman might be getting through to him, Batman even opens his mouth to actually explain some things—a huge step forward for this incredibly emotionally constipated man.

Instead, Nightwing snorts and beats him to it. "Unknowns? More like—"

"Nightwing, please."

"Oh, for Pete's sake, get your head out of your arse and let me do this. The Ghost King is our only hope. I'm summoning him, no matter what you say."

For a long second, Constantine thinks that he'll refuse and he might have to resort to more violent methods of persuasion—which, honestly, Constantine has fantasised about many times during the more boring JL meetings—but eventually, Batman relents and steps out of the way.

"Fine. Nightwing, go check in with Red Robin."

Nightwing has the kind of devious smile that makes John glad he doesn't have kids.

"Oh, don't worry about it, B. Red Robin's coming here. So's Red Hood, I don't need to go anywhere."

"Nightwing—"

"Sh, it's starting." So saying, Nightwing then very obviously ignores Batman's protests with a poker face that even Constantine envies. What he wouldn't give to be able to shut the bat out like that.

The summoning goes quickly, thankfully. The lights flicker, the temperature drops, and the chalk circle erupts in green flames. Standard summoning practices, sure. Even the impromptu appearance of Red Hood and Red Robin—"Did we miss him?", "No, not yet! I got 2:37, what about you guys?"—doesn't throw him off.

It does pique his interest, though. Just what the hell is going on with them? Constantine's weighing up the pros and cons of asking them once all of this is over when the ground splits open and the clawed hand of the Ghost King begins to pull himself out of the ground.

John's a seasoned summoner. It's practically his job, he's done it countless times.

The icey fear that grips his heart, that freezes his breath in his chest, is new.

Pure, unadulterated power floods the area and he feels small, so, so small, like a child playing with things he doesn't understand. When he finally tears his eyes away from the portal, he catches a glimpse of the other magic users in the room, the same horror he feels clear in their faces. Even Captain Marvel stares slackjawed.

The pressure rises, death magic screaming in his ears, almost forcing him to his knees, and suddenly he's not so sure this is a good idea.

Too late to back out now, though.

Sickly green light pours from the crack in the ground, growing brighter and brighter as the giant figure rises, until Constantine has to close his eyes and look away. The last thing he sees are eyes, teeth, horns, a crown so bright that it burns an afterimage into his retinas.

When the light dies down and he opens his eyes again, a humanoid man floats in the centre of the circle. The ground is whole, nothing is burning, the man doesn't even have a crown. Instead, other than the wispy white hair, slightly green skin, and the—you know—floating, the Ghost King appears pretty normal. Huh.

Constantine blinks, rubbing his bleary eyes, and checks around to make sure everyone's okay. Most of the League are doing the same as him, taking fortifying breaths and trying to appear as if they've not just been completely blinded.

Most of them, that is, aside from the Gotham vigilantes.

Batman himself stands upright, arms crossed, looking completely unbothered by the whole thing and John's got to admit, he wishes he could do that, too. That was... a hell of a show.

The others, however, are waving frantically with huge smiles on their faces.

What?

There's a brief, taut silence, as everyone else tries to catch their breath.

As much as he would rather take a bit of a breather, John should probably start making introductions. Unfortunately, he only gets as far as opening his mouth before the Ghost King beats him to it.

"Oh, Ancients, hey guys! It's been forever, how are you? Look at you all, so grown up, wow—Nightwing, buddy, do a flip!"

It doesn't take much to get Nightwing going, and he certainly doesn't leave it at one flip. The whole of the Justice League and Justice League Dark watch with open mouths as Nightwing performs for the Ghost King.

What, and John can't stress this enough, the fuck?

As soon as Nightwing rights himself, Red Hood swats him across the back of the head and calls him a show off.

The Ghost King just laughs as he claps. "There's my little monkey, look at you go! And I'm loving that leather jacket, Hood, is that new? Looks good on you, really your colour. Brings out the red in your helmet."

"Thanks, Uncle D. At least someone around here appreciates fashion."

"Are you kidding me, you know I breathe fashion, need I remind—"

"Need I remind you of the Discowing incident?"

"That was era-appropriate and you know it! Uncle D, tell him it was era-appropriate!"

"It was era-appropriate, but so are crocs and it doesn't make them fashionable." The Ghost King—and holy shit, is this actually the Ghost King? Or did Constantine just accidentally summon a deceased family member, what the fuck is happening here?—turns to look at Red Robin with a smile, resolutely ignorning the argument he created. "How you doing, Double R? You get that tablet Tucker made for you?"

"Yes, thank you! It's so cool, how did he—"

"How's Tucker doing?" Batman interrupts, his hands now hidden underneath his cape.

As soon as the question leaves his lips, everyone groans. Red Robin makes a show of lifting up his wrist and staring at it intently.

"Incredible," Red Hood mutters with a shake of his head.

Even the Ghost King seems put out, rolling his eyes and answering in a flat tone as if he knows Batman isn't interested in what he has to say.

Not for the first time, Constantine feels like he's missing something.

"Tucker's doing very well, thank you for asking."

What follows is the most awkward silence Constantine has ever had the pleasure to be a part of.

All three of the Gotham vigilantes, including the Ghost King, are staring at Batman, waiting for something. Batman's cloak shifts as if he's moving his hands, fidgeting. If Constantine didn't know any better, he'd say he was nervous.

"Good. That's good, I'm glad to hear it."

Instead of saying anything else, the Ghost King just raises his eyebrows and continues to stare at Batman. Has he offended him in some way? Are they all going to die because of this?

After what seems like an agonising few minutes but could only really be a few seconds, Batman's shoulders dip and he takes a breath. "And Jazz?"

They all erupt into shouts, the Ghost King being the loudest. The only thing John can make out is when the Ghost King throws his hand in the air to point at Red Robin with a shout of "Time!"

"1:30.91, we got 1:30.91 on the clock, who's closest?"

"Did you even try to hold it in at all, old man? I'm so disappointed in you. People think you're cool. People think you're suave, I don't understand how they could be so wrong."

"Thank you for that, Hood."

"No, thank you, I won. Again. Because you're so predictable. Actually, I had one minute seventeen, so you held out longer than I thought you would."

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs loudly.

Constantine feels like doing the same thing.

Whatever. He's going to have to interrupt... whatever this is. There's still a rampaging demon heading their way that they've got to bargain for. He can untangle Batman's personal connection to the Ghost King later. Or he could leave it alone and forget everything about it.

Yeah, he'll do that one.

But before he can actually open his mouth to say anything, the Ghost King, again, beats him to it.

"So, B-Man, did you summon me here for a particular reason, or was it really just so you could ask about Jazz?"

There's a beat of silence before Batman mutters, "I asked about Tucker, too. We've not seen each other in so long, it's only polite."

"And I'm sure you meant it, you're the paragon of manners." The Ghost King nods slow and wide-eyed as if he doesn't believe him at all.

At this point, even Constantine doesn't believe him.

"It has been forever, though." The Ghost King muses, bringing his hand to his chin and folding his legs underneath him. "We should all get together sometime! If you get Alfie to make some of his cookies again, I'll get Clockwork to lend us a pocket dimension where we can spend as much time as we want, deal?"

"It's a deal."

No hesitation at all, incredible.

Hold on. Wait. John has to fight the urge to pinch himself, because this has to be a dream, right? Is Batman actually smiling? He didn't even know he could do that.

An itch niggles at the back of John's mind. He's starting to get an inkling of what's going on here and it's... weird, to say the least.

"Oooh," Nightwing singsongs, like a child in a playground tickled by the very idea of romance.

But then, who's he to judge? John's no stranger to strange bedfellows, that's for sure. Whoever this Jazz is, she must be something incredible—she'd have to be, if Batman can't even go two minutes without asking about her.

"Batman and Jasmine sitting in a tree," Nightwing continues, with both Red Hood and Red Robin joining in for the rest. "K—I—S—S—I—"

"Stop," Batman growls, completely drowned out by the Ghost King's laughter, but...

But.

It all suddenly clicks for John.

The Ghost King Phantom.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Jasmine Phantom.

Jazz.

"Holy shit, mate," John breathes, unable to stop himself as everyone looks his way. "You have the hots for the Princess of the Infinite Realms?"

The Justice League meeting room has never descended into chaos quicker.

[nanaarchy]

okay so ! prompt time

dp x dc girlies (gender neutral) where y'all at

feel free to use this >:D

red hood met someone in his neighborhood this past week. a new... ally, not a friend, a bit older than tim. dante is... chaotic, always falls into his shenanigans, immediately found out about his identity and is keeping some secrets. and clearly this guy has nowhere to go, just look at him, so hood lets him crash in one of his safehouses. that's all. he definitely doesn't feel somewhat protective over him. no way.

nightwing has been taking care of this one kid on the down low. he doesn't want to admit it yet to the rest of the family, cause he just doesn't know enough about this kid. but ellie is just so lovely! she's a sweetheart and her puns are hilarious. she's obviously some sorta meta, and she's definitely homeless, so he needs time to figure things about before the batfam meets her. it's only been a few days. he'll tell them eventually. maybe tomorow.

tim drake's new friend CANNOT stop himself from getting in trouble. that danny boy finds himself in every unlucky situation possible - both at gotham u and in the pits of gotham's criminal activity. they've met like, a week ago, and danny's already been in every possible messy situation. he's from... amity plane? or something? he couldn't really find anything on the town, but he was gonna have to look. tim just hoped this new friend of his had any relatives, or else burce would want to... oh no.

barbara gordon's new coworker is interesting. just like her, the new redhead works at the library part-time. apparently jazz is staying here while she waits for her acceptance as arkham's new resident psychologist. why would anyone want that job? at least damien seems to like her - he came to visit her once, and jazz immediately knew how to deal with the feisty little guy. maybe the rest of the fam could meet her some day.

bruce wayne's really old friend has surely made a life for himself. They met when they were both young - some small gala, he barely remembers it. but vlad masters' ambitions led the two of them to meet a lot more often. they're friends, beyond the whole cheerful rich guy persona. bruce genuinely is very interested in the guy - both for their genuinely lovely conversations, and for all the secrets bruce is sure vlad hides.

so when vlad is visiting one day, bruce suggests a family dinner. alfred is very excited to call all the batkids that day. surprisingly, all of them individually decided to bring guests! who would've thought. alfred just hopes he can keep everything in line.

maybe the dinner guests are normal, for once. please let the guests be normal.

[yandere--stuck]

if you have any more thoughts on the Joker Junior extending the family take I'd love to hear them!! Would J be interested in having Nightwing with them? Or Alfred? I'm not sure how well either of them would take to the venom, but if they have Batman anything's possible

Less ideas and more of an actual fic, oopsie!

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Three weeks. Three long, agonizing weeks without Tim. Three weeks of hoping beyond all hope that he was somehow fine. That they'd all look back on this and laugh.

But, no. Eventually, Bruce was able to get word that The Joker and Harley had holed themselves up in the abandoned Arkham Asylum, and something in his gut that made him sick knew there was some correlation.

Part of him hadn't wanted Barbara to come along, but he also knew he wouldn't be able to stop her even if he tried. So, the two of them traversed through the crumbling asylum together and followed the echoing sound of Harley's voice singing a lullaby.

“Hush, little baby, don't say a word,

Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring….”

Closer, closer. It took both of them every bit of will they had not to sprint through the halls as fast as their legs could carry them. As Harley’s voice grew even louder, Barbara split up to find another way in while Bruce took the lead. His heart nearly leapt from his chest with anticipation as he closed in on her location.

“And if that diamond ring is brass,

Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass,

And if that looking glass gets broke-”

The moment Harley saw him burst through the double doors, she perked up, greeting Bruce with a smile. She was cradling a flower vase in her arms, which she set down onto a covered table. Craning her neck, she shouted over her shoulder. “Puddin’, Hubby's home!”

Bruce’s eyes followed Harley’s gaze, spotting Joker on the second floor where he rested on a recliner. With a flourish, The Clown rose to his feet, turning away from his rabbit-eared television set and popping a pipe from his mouth, tossing it aside. 

“Well, hello, dear!” Joker strolled down the stairs, stopping just shy of Batman. He wrapped an arm around Harley, the two of them smiling sweetly at their bat. “Welcome home.”

Bruce all but snarled in their faces, leaning close and baring his teeth. “Where's Robin?”

Both clowns shared a quizzical look.

“Robin?” Joker repeated with a quirk of his head. “There's no Robin here!”

“Maybe he means our little J,” Harley offered.

The Clown Prince of Crime snapped his fingers. “Of course! That's it.”

Meeting the Bat's eyes, smiling back at his scowl, Joker gestured to the other side of the room. To whatever was being concealed behind the large blue curtain. And Bruce couldn't help his rage, shoving the couple aside roughly as he moved to cross the room. 

The Joker stumbled back, recovering with the shake of his head and click of his tongue.  “He must be so stressed out from work.”

“I hate it when he gets like this. He never knows when ta relax,” Harley shook her head and reached underneath the table, pulling out a bazooka from beneath the tablecloth. She fired, and a band of ribbons erupted from the muzzle, knocking Batman to the floor with a hard thud and wrapping him up like a gift - bow and all.

“Good thing he has us. Hmm, now what say we bring this little gift of ours back to the bedroom to unwrap?”

Joker's grin stretched just a little wider as he noticed the movement of Batman's hand - holding it up just so as if to signal someone, just out of eyesight, to stand down. Joker's eyes crinkled. Perfect. He wondered, was it the eldest birdboy? Or maybe they'd be getting two bats with one stone?

“Y'know, Bat's, we've been doing this little run around for years,” Joker spoke again, approaching his prone enemy. “It's been loads of laughs! But the sad fact is - none of us are getting any younger.”

Harley joined his side, patting her stomach. “That ol’ clock's a tickin’!”

“Quite right, Pooh! So, Harley and I were thinking it's about time the three of us finally settled down together.”

“But rather than experiencing the joys of pregnancy, we decided the best way would be to just marry into the family.”

Hand-in-hand, the clowns walked over their Bat's prone form to each rest a hand on the curtain in front of them. 

“But no matter how happy we are to join you, we were a bit disappointed that we didn't really have the chance to nurture them, too,” Joker lamented. “And after all, what better way to officially join the family than to impart a little bit of our personalities to the kiddos? He needed a bit of molding, of course, but-”

The couple yanked on each side of the curtain, the blue cloth sliding and billowing out as it parted - revealing a child strapped to a medical examination table.

“... What kid doesn't?” Joker finished with a grin, drinking in the Dark Knight's reaction. 

Bruce couldn't help the exhale of ‘no’ that left him. Couldn't even blink, too horrified to look away from what had been done to Tim. The horror set in all at once, like freezing water flooding through every nerve in his system.

Joker brought Tim forward with the click of a button, the table rolling forward and bringing the boy into the light. 

Tim...

His face an acid-washed white. His hair an unearthly green. His Robin costume now replaced with an exact recreation of Joker's own suit. And his face… Contorted in a pained smile and his eyes wide and afraid, unblinking.

“Say hello to Dada, JJ,” Joker cooed.

Tim's eyes, seeming to glow red in the light, shifted from Joker to Batman. He leaned further into the light, locking eyes with Bruce, and laughed. He laughed in a way Bruce had never, ever heard before. He unbound himself from the table, leaping to the floor on scrawny legs - God, how much weight had he lost in such a short amount of time. What had they done to his boy?

All at once, the cold shock and dawning horror inside Bruce shifted - and his whole body was alight with rage, like a fire inside threatening to escape through every orifice as he ripped through his bonds. The shout he made was near inhuman, launching a batarang he had cut the ribbons with directly at Joker's head, only for the Clown to dodge it with ease.

Harsh giggles flooded from Joker's throat, wiggling a finger in a ‘come hither’ motion before jumping onto the now vacant medical table, rocketing off with the click of a button, causing Bruce to almost stumble and reorient himself to take off after him - and leaving Barbara to deal with Harley.

—

Giggles bubbled from Tim JJ's throat as he stared unblinkingly down at his father, body crumpled on the floor, cape draped almost protectively over his prone body. And with giddy glee, The Joker Papa J hopped down from the giant building blocks he was perched upon, where he had sliced at Batman and sent him tumbling down only seconds ago.

It was all a blur for Bruce. The chase. The horrific videos of Tim… Tim's torture. Three weeks. Three weeks of that Hell. Electrocution. Beatings. Torment. Starvation. And it was all his fault. He'd failed him. The rage that had filled him nearly completely, made him seen red, had all been snuffed out. 

First Jason. Now Tim. And Bruce still couldn't bring him to end this. His vision swam, and he could barely even focus. Not on Tim. Not on the man who tortured him. But… Wait. Where was-?

With a final hop, Joker landed in front of Batman in a crouch, hovering over him with a sly grin.

“You've lost, Bruce,” He rasped, and just hearing the name on the clown's lips made JJ seize up, his forever-smile momentarily twitching and a flood of nervous giggles escaping him. The clown continued, voice low. “Robin is mine… And now, so are you.” 

And with a hearty heft, Joker lifted Bruce up by the scruff of his cowl and cape, as if presenting him. The grin of his face, the look in his eyes, as he looked down on his enemy. So proud of himself, so smug.

And Bruce. He looked in a daze, lost and beaten. Blood dripped from his lips.

This isn't what Papa promised. He said everything would be okay now. That he'd see Dad and Dick and Babs and Alfred again and he wouldn't be mean or hurt him again, because Papa knew he would be good now…

But when Joker met his eyes, something in them changed - his smile warping to somehow become comforting, happier. The darkness in his eyes dissipated, replaced with an excited shine. And with a free hand, The Clown grabbed for a large gun that looked more like a toy than anything.

“Here ya go, sonny-boy!” He said, tossing the weapon.

JJ scrambled forward to catch it. He couldn't help but notice how light the gun felt as he cradled it in his shaking, gloved hands. For a moment, he couldn't look away.

“Make him one of us,” The Joker urged, voice like a hiss. 

It wasn't a conscious decision to aim the gun. It just happened. Like one minute, JJ was there and gone and back again. His hands shook so hard that he could hardly keep the weapon straight. Could barely even look at him. At the mask. At the man behind it.

“Tim…” Batman breathed. JJ had never heard his voice sound so small.

JJ would swear he couldn't breathe if it weren't for the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the wheezing, giggling exhales that escaped him as he struggled to calm down. Tears threatened to pool from his eyes.

This wasn't right. But, Papa knows best. He said everything would be okay afterward. He said he wouldn't be punished again. But, he couldn't. But, he couldn't run, either - too scared. Too weak. He wanted to be home. He wanted his family. He wanted to stop crying, to be able to breathe, to run into his fathers’ arms-

“It's alright now, JJ,” The Joker soothed, recapturing the boy's attention. “Just pull the trigger, and everything will be okay.”

JJ wanted his Papa to be telling the truth. He just wanted everything to be okay. He just wanted it all to stop. Bruce, please forgive him.

His finger squeezed around the trigger-

Joker's laugh filled the room, just as a green mist began flooding from the gun’s opening. It spread through the air and quickly covered both men. Joker laughed long and loud as he clung to Batman. He pulled his Bat into an embrace, a smile so bright and wide it made the corners of his mouth rip, as Bruce began to choke and hack.

The man seized up and shook in Joker's arms. Slow at first, but soon trembling and writhing in agony, barely restrained and pained chuckles escaping him. So much hurt flooding through every nerve and system that almost faculties left him. His lungs burned, his face ached, he couldn't feel his extremities and wouldn't have been able to hold himself up without Joker's hold on him. Bruce wasn't sure if he could speak or even breathe anymore, but somehow his body found it in itself to betray him, forcing laughter from gritted teeth.

Joker took a knee, gently laying Batman to the ground. The bat spasmed and jerked. Tears began to fall from behind his mask, shining on his cheeks in the light. Gloved hands caressed the sides of Bruce's face. Green eyes glinted in the light as they watched each movement of the other man - every sputter, every gasp, every choked out laugh, every pained, slowly blooming smile that wobbled onto his face.

“You must be so scared, aren't you, sweetheart?” Joker cooed. “You've been scared this whole time, haven't you? Ever since that night in the alleyway...”

Batman didn't reply - couldn't. His eyes crinkled as his smile grew involuntarily. All he could do was return the man's gaze with a manic smile that wasn't his own.

Joker stroked the top of his cowl lovingly. “But it's okay now, Bruce. You don't have to be scared anymore. You don't have to be strong. Don't have to hold yourself back. Me and Harl will build you back up to what you were meant to be. We'll be brave for you now. And do you know why?” 

Bruce couldn't respond. For one, the agony of whatever this was, whatever Joker had planned for him, blotted out almost all thoughts in his mind completely. Could only tremble and writhe and cry and laugh. Laugh. Laugh. The laughing made it hurt just a little less. But he could still barely even register what the other man was saying. What he could register, though, was the image of Joker slowly leaning down to press his lips to Bruce's cloaked forehead.

“Because we love you.” Joker finished.

—

“Ohhhh, Harley!” Joker's voice rang through the cavernous halls of the abandoned asylum. “Barbie's turn!”

Barbara's stomach sunk to her feet and her heart skipped a beat. Barbie? No. No, there was no way, he could have known her name. Oh God, what happened to Bruce-?

In the middle of her ruminations, Harley caught her by surprise. A jab to the face, the pull of her leg to trip her up leaving her scrambling to correct her fall- only for her to feel hand grasp tightly at the nape of her neck, coiling painfully at the root of her hair. She was shoved onto her stomach, face-to-face with the dirty, cracked tiles of the former asylum’s floor.

“You know what that means! C'mon, Barbie,” Harley grunted, fingers twisting in the roots of her hair. She lunged forward, slamming her face to the floor with a sick crunch. “Let's go party!”

And everything went dark.

… Barbara awoke with a groan. The smell of pennies flooded her nostrils. Her vision was bleary and swam as she struggled to open her eyes.

A dark figure entered her vision from her periphery, and it loomed over a figure clad in purple. And for a moment, just one moment, she allowed herself to hope.

But, that hope crumbled just as quickly as Joker's voice entered her ears. 

“You're okay, Bruce, you're okay, sweetie. You're gonna play nice now, right?”

Barbara couldn't help but shudder at the sound of Bruce's laugh in reply.

Hands found their way to Barbara's hair again, this time much softer. Not grabbing, just brushing and stroking almost soothingly.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs ‘n bakey,” Harley sang as she carded her hands through the younger woman's hair. “Y'know, I've always wanted a daughter. A little girl of my own. You think you'd ever want Mama to braid your hair for you? It's so pretty!”

“Ah, welcome back to the land of the living, Barbie,” Joker greeted. “Your Dad and I were just talking about you. A real chip off the ol’ block. Now all we need is to make it official.”

Barbara watched as Tim approached Bruce, pushing a gun of some kind into his hands. The Batman held it in his hands, smiling down at the weapon - but seemed almost hesitant. Unsure. Like he knew this was wrong. Like the weapon would somehow come alive and bite him.

“Batman, listen to me,” Batgirl pleaded. “Don't do this. Whatever they've done to you, this isn't you.”

“Oh, but it is! And soon it'll be you, too,” Harley corrected, walking back to give herself some distance.

“I know you're torn, Batsy, but I promise this is for the best,” Joker rubbed circles into the other man's back. “We'll all finally be together. Once we get Barbie here, then we'll get Dick and Al. And we'll be a family! They'll never be hurt again. You'll never be hurt again, sweetheart. I won't let anything bad happen anymore. You'll get your happily ever after. You won't be afraid ever again, I promise.”

Tears stung at Barbara's cheeks as she begged. “Batman, please!”

And for a moment, she thought she somehow got through to him. They locked eyes and Bruce smiled at her with a smile that isn't his own. But, she thought she could see understanding or recognition or something in his eyes, and was sure he'd toss the gun away and start kicking Joker's ass.

But, she was wrong.

With a hiss, green toxin flooded all around her. Even over her screams, the sounds of Joker, Tim, Harley, and Bruce's laughter smothered her completely. And soon after, so did her own.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny always wondered what the strings on his finger meant. He had asked Jazz about it when he was younger and she had no idea what he was talking about. She couldn't even see the strings even though he could see them plain as day.

He made the mistake of asking his mother exactly once and never made that mistake again. Jazz eventually found something about it online, stating that there was a legend about the red string of fate connecting the pinky fingers of destined loves. Danny wondered what it meant if he had three.

Being Phantom changed things. For one, the stings would react oddly whenever he had gone ghost. He could feel what he could only guess were the emotions of the people on the other end of the string. They seemed to be reacting to his "death(s)" every time he changed forms and presumably had similar reactions when he "revived".

One seemed to be very worried about him, another frantic in a search for answers and the third was just deeply intrigued and almost...eager? Huh.

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Nightwing hated dealing with Klarion, a sentiment the rest of the JL and YJ teams agreed on.

It was even worse since they were in Gotham and the bats were working together to fight him off. No one was sure what he wanted but he seemed to be having a little too much fun battling them.

It was only after they entered the basement this old dilapidated church that he took note of the chanting. -he blamed the concussion for his lack of awareness- As it turns out, Klarion was attracted to Gotham by this one cult preforming ancient magics from this weirdly glowing spellbook they had found. No idea why he was so interested in it but It couldn't be for anything good.

Red Robin came bursting into the room -late to the party but forgiven considering the circumstances- followed closely behind by a shock of blond hair, and for a moment he thought it was Steph, -stupid concussion- but quickly realized it was Bernard, one of Tim's soulmates and the only one he had found so far. His still very CIVILIAN soulmate. "Ugh. Can today get any worse?" Appearently he should have kept quiet because Klarion turned to him wearing a grin like razorwire and said, "I'm glad you asked!" Before sending a burst of red magic from his hand down to where the cultists were fearfully chanting. The explosion was deafening and where the people once stood was now a green and red portal...

/////////

By the time he turned sixteen Danny had gotten pretty good at this ghost thing. Making allies out of some of his old Rouges, making pacts with ghost countries and negotiating treaties between others, many have declared him the new Ghost Prince, regardless of what he had to say on the matter.

Of course the moment he starts to have any self confidence his faith is shaken by some odd supernatural occurrence coming completely out of left field. In this case it was an odd red and green portal opening up right in front of him. He knows he shouldn't, but the strings were leading right into it and he just couldn't resist.

He popped though.

Danny knew he had made some kind of mistake when he saw what he swore was an actual devil, complete with suit, tie and horns. And one of his strings lead directly to him. "You know, being put in a casket is actually looking pretty good right about now."

Devil guy seemed delighted and actually laughed at his humor instead of giving a sarcastic "ha-ha" or concerned sideways glances. Maybe this guy was alright after all.

/////////

Tim was freaking out. One of his soulmates was freaking Klarion! Klarion! Oh God, why??? And who, or with his current luck- what was that glowy guy supposed to be??? Oh no he was also his soulmate??? Wtf?!

Bernard was of no help whatsoever as he introduced himself to both of them using his real name. GFDI Bernard! One of us has to have survival instincts, he was sure of it.

Aka: Au where Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd, Klarion Bleak and Daniel Fenton all meet on the battlefield and discover they're soulmates. Klarion then kidnaps everyone, leaving Nightwing alone and injured with backup on the way.

[bloombubs]

Adrian Chase x reader dating headcanons where reader had worked alongside Harcourt and John for years and was forced to relocate with them to since they also helped Task Force X defeat with Harcourt and John. Maybe here, reader has done gymnastics for years and incorporated their gymnastics skills into their fighting styles. And maybe they are pretty shy in the beginning, often times clinging to John or Harcourt (which they don’t mind) but once reader gets used to the new recruits (Adrian, peacemaker, Leona), they’re pretty energetic and bubbly and also an idiot

I'm going to apologize now and say I definitely did not hit the head of the nail with this one.

notes: ....idek. mentions sexual themes. 1kish words. thank you for being the first request <3

In the midst of the team's activities and occasional chaos, Adrian always noticed you. Your silence amidst the noise intrigued him, and he saw it as a challenge to get to know you. But you clung around Economos and Harcourt in the beginning.

Despite his boisterous nature, Adrian made a concerted effort to get to know you. He sensed a potential for humor and snark beneath the surface and was determined to uncover it. He had a gut feeling that you were full of funny comments, snarky replies. He always noted how you bit your lip, rolled your eyes, and shook your head. Some ideas caused your eyes to widen, whether it sounded exciting or completely stupid.

Not content with simply observing you, Adrian took his curiosity to Harcourt and Economos. His relentless questions about you, ranging from your music preferences to your quirks, often left them a little annoyed but entertained.

“So, do they like Taylor Swift?” “I don’t know, Vig, you ask them.”

“Do you think they’d go out to the bar?” “Are you going to ask them out on a date?” “What? No, what makes you say that?”

Adrian made it a habit to sit beside you whenever the opportunity presented itself. Whether it was during briefings, downtime, or meals, car rides, he strategically positioned himself next to you, ready to engage in conversation.

Your reactions became his focal point. Adrian would glance at you whenever something noteworthy happened, waiting for your response. Majority of the time when he spoke, it was directed at you–hoping to get a reaction.

Adrian’s jaw visibility hit the floor when he saw your style of fighting. You��re so flexible, so grateful on your feet. He didn’t know you were a gymnast, but it was a lovely surprise. You felt more confident in showing your ability, mostly prepping yourself with Chris would make a lewd comment about your flexibility and how it piqued his interest. It definitely piqued Adrian’s.

Adrian compared you to being the next version of Nightwing, which was far from the truth, but you found it flattering either way. “You’re no match for Judomaster,” “He knocked me out with the first punch, Vig.” “…Maybe it was a fair fight.”

Maybe it was the first time in the car that he saw you singing along to the song, nodding your head and smiling at everyone. Eagly perched in your lap once, you were petrified. Adrian saw the sight endearing and wholesome–a photo for him to take to add to the collection of his best friends.

He added you on Facebook randomly at three AM.

Eventually, he did invite you out to the bar. As well as the others because he was a bit nervous himself to be on a date with someone like you–he thinks you're the coolest, sweetest, talented, badass person he had ever met.

On this date, everyone took a hint and left you two alone, Harcourt and Economos giving you a look before they left.

The two talked about everything and anything–once you fully peeled back from your shell–with a few drinks to help–Adrian just couldn’t get you off his mind.

Somehow it spiraled to the two of you doing drunk karaoke.

He definitely didn’t drink as much to make sure you got back to where you were staying–he even took you for a ride in his Vigilante mobile.

The night finished and he asked for another date, but just him and you this time right off the bat. You agreed and kissed him on the cheek before ending the night.

Adrian definitely texted Chris all about it. You definitely texted Harcourt all about it as well.

Everyone just knew the two would wind up together at this point.

Leota and Chris placed a bet when Adrian would ask you out.

Chris said he would would be too chickened to ask you out.

Leota was convinced that he would wait at least two months–in the similar fate that Adrian just needed to build courage to ask you to be his significant other.

False.

Adrian never formally asked you to be his significant other. After a couple of months filled with constant dates, sleepovers, and quickies in the Vigilante mobile, both of you assumed exclusivity without the need for explicit conversations.

You would always support his decision on any choice of weapon. But you adamantly believed that Economos had the right to use a chainsaw, passionately advocating for his moment to shine.

Seeing you in action became one of Adrian's biggest turn-ons. Whether in a protective or provocative way, his eyes were always glued to you in the field, often causing distractions as he couldn't help but admire your skills.

One day you both come into the headquarters, covered in hickies. No one was surprised, but god they had a field trip making fun of you two.

The classic, did a vacuum cleaner suck on your neck?

Adrian would just claim that he was testing the limit of what his body could handle–turns out, he can endure a lot.

Chris just made a remark that you were claiming dominance over someone that never needed it in the first place.

But you two are safe, nothing could ever top seeing Leota’s wife’s nudes–unless Adrian would accidentally leak the homemade videos the two of you on a whim decided to make.

After missions, you two would watch whatever movie Adrian wanted to see, have a small dinner, hear him ramble about anything and everything.

He tries teaching you DND.

You scared Harcourt, Adebayo, and Economos once when they were needing to have an emergency meeting and you weren’t sleeping in your bed–but you were over at Adrian’s.

Chris would definitely try to convince Adrian for a threesome. A man’s gotta try.

Adrian would refuse to let you get hurt on the field and he would be damned if anyone was trying to harm you. He would not let you do anything alone–which didn’t necessarily mean you had to be paired with him, but you wouldn’t be alone.

[phantom-of-innaovitch]

We’ve seen in wings of fire that different tribes can get variants of abilities. Skywings have firescales, Nightwings have their mind reading and foresight abilities, Mudwings have fire resistant scales, Silkwings have flamesilk, Leafwings have leafspeak, and Hivewings have all sorts of variations in abilities from Nerve poison, to stingers or to boiling acid able to be shot from their tails.

This made me wonder, what would other tribes have? Seawings, Icewings, Sandwings, and Rainwings don’t have ability variations, unless you count Chameleons lack of ability to change his scales. So I was trying to think of what those variations could’ve been and here’s what I came up with.

Some Seawings could be born with the ability to speak to ocean life through frequencies in the waves. From plants to animals to the ocean itself, Seawings could hear all sorts of stories from the deep. There could’ve been Seawings in the war of the Sandwing succession who sent out spies, or simply asked for any news that the creatures have seen. Seawings told of Albatross’s massacre by the shells on the shore, Kelp passing along a message that the summer palace was going to be attacked. Octopodes who witnessed Whirlpool attacking Tsunami, Animus touched coral that can tell others what their enchantment is. Maybe this ability could be called “Marine Messaging” and maybe the first Marine Messenger to discover this ability was a Seawing named Starfish. There could’ve been a dangerous substance corroding the ocean, and the waves were able to warn Starfish of the threat so their tribe could evacuate and take care of the problem. As for dragons in canon who I believe could’ve been a Marine Messenger, I think it would be interesting if Whirlpool or Riptide had it. Or Typhoon, the Seawing/Icewing hybrid who delivered Qibli’s enchanted earrings to the Ice kingdom during the plague. He could’ve heard of said plague from the narwhals or the killer whales who live in the freezing waters.

Icewings could have something called “Rime Affixing” this idea was born out of a headcannon I have for Icewings, but I think it works better in this context. A Rime Affixiated Icewing would have large ice crystals constantly forming around them. These crystals would build up and eventually grow into large chunks of ice attached to their scales. This ice could then be carved into whatever they wish. During the war of the Sandwing succession, most Rime Affixiated Icewings chose to carve themselves into a better weapon or better shield. By having their tails have sharp icicles that could easily impale, chest plates to keep them safe from spears or projectile weapons. A thin sheet of ice spread all over their body making them slippery and hard to grab, built in shields on their arms for both protection and as a bludgeon, or small shards that could be ripped off and used as a weapon if they had none left. If not used for battle though, they could carve it into anything else they saw fit. Maybe there was a Queen named Queen Avalanche who was Rime Affixiated, and she made her crown from her own ice. A traveller who carved little pockets onto themselves for any trinkets they encounter. A healer who has vials on them at all times. A flightless Icewing who decided “well my wings aren’t gonna take me anywhere, so let’s have fun with them!” And carved another pair of wings out of ice, or drew beautiful designs onto their scales that wouldn’t be able to stay if they were able to fly. But like Firescales on Skywings, Rime Affixiation can be dangerous if left unchecked. If any ice were to grow on their wings, it would have to be regularly cut off cause they wouldn’t be able to fly with it. Or if you’re stranded somewhere alone and have your claws incased in ice, it’s just going to grow and grow until you freeze completely. So you have to regularly get it carved. For dragons in canon who I think could’ve had it, I think Winter’s sister, Icicle, could have it. Queen Scarlet loved dragons with peculiar abilities after all. Loved to see all the ways they could entertain her on the battlefield, so it makes sense she would recruit Icicle. Darkstalker and Whiteout also having it would be interesting. Whiteout would have it on any white part of her body, and would love to draw designs of what to turn it into. I imagine Foeslayer would carve it out, clumsy at first but she soon gets the hang of it. As for Darkstalker, due to the white scales being under his wings, it would grow to encase them in the time he spent asleep under the mountain. He would wake up thousands of years later to his wings completely incased in ice, unable to be moved. It’s as if the Icewings were still out to get him after all that time.

As for our stupendous SandWings, they could have “Depascent Mimicry” an ability which allows them to copy any sort of injectable toxin they have eaten or otherwise absorbed. DepaMimic Sandwings would also be immune to poisons and other toxins since they have to come into contact with it to absorb the ability. For example, if a Rainwing were to shoot their venom at a DepaMimic Sandwing and it made contact with their bloodstream, it wouldn’t kill them, and would instead allow them to use the venom from their tail barb. Any Rainwing venom that landed on their scales however would melt the affected area like normal. This applies to the Hivewings nerve toxin as well. If a Hivewing were to sting them, it wouldn’t fully paralyze them. It would freeze around the affected area and the DepaMimic would gain the ability to use the nerve toxin too. This affect wouldn’t last forever though. Depending on the dosage they’re exposed to, DepaMimic SandWings could retain the ability to use other poisons for three to thirteen days. They need to have constant access to the poisons to be able to constantly use them, which can be easily achieved by ingesting poisoned food or other objects. During the war of the SandWing succession, DepaMimic Sandwings were often put on the front lines, and because their opponents didn’t know what poison they were injected with, they didn’t know the cure. Manchineel, Elderberry, Iris, Rosary Pea, Death Camas and Mountain Laurel were popular with Burns army. Burn was happy to experiment with the poisons her allies had access to, and would often force her DepaMimics to test the toxin on traitors. Manchineel was also popular with Blisters army, along with Castor Beans, Wild Poinsettia, Angels Trumpet, and Arrowgrass. Many were puzzled by her poisons. Blister was allied with the Seawings, so naturally they looked for the plant responsible along the sea. Which while some were found, others just weren’t. Unbeknownst to them Blister was also allied with the Nightwings, who had learned a bit about the poisonous plants in the rainforest from their expeditions. Blister also would force DepaMimics to pair up, trying to add more to her forces as she learned more and more about toxic plants. It was also a DepaMimic who got her the Dragonbite Vipers she gifted to Burn, their immunity making the job easy. Blaze didn’t care too much for toxins. She was willing to tell Sunny the cure to normal Sandwing venom without much probing, so I don’t think it’s a concern of hers. She also had no Sandwings with Depascent Mimicry allied with her, other than herself of course. Which makes her sisters so mad and she can’t help but find that funny. Glacier however, does care more for the toxins. She mostly wants to know so she can get a good supply of antidotes for all sorts of venom. On the very rare occasions Glacier convinces Blaze to use her abilities, she’ll supply her with some Eranthis flowers or the occasional Winterberry.

Now for the RainWings! I was thinking they could have something related to the passage of time, or more specifically, the past. During Darkstalker’s time, RainWings weren’t seen as useless and lazy. I’ve always wondered what happened with RainWings between then and the Dragonet prophecy, but since they couldn’t read (and had little interest of learning to do so before Glory became queen) they couldn’t consult scrolls or other historical text to fill in the blanks of their history. But what about visuals? RainWings adore pretty things, bright colours and visual wonders. So what if they told stories through paintings? They could have huge murals of rainbow dragons, fluffy sloths and dancing flowers painted onto platforms and woven into huts. And some RainWings could even create such visuals on their own scales. “Vivid Elocution” is what I’ve chosen to call this ability. It would be the ability to create complex visuals like a living projector on their scales and across their wings. RainWings with this ability often are storytellers, fictional and non-fictional. They typically have bigger wings and frills than most RainWings do, allowing more space to tell their tale. Vivid RainWings also have their scales change when they’re dreaming, showing off the unique images our minds create when we’re asleep, and allowing other dragons to better research how dreams work. For canonical dragons who have this ability, I think Orchid and Peacemaker would be cool. Mastermind could’ve paid special attention to Orchid while she was locked in the volcanic Night Kingdom. Studying memories and dreams that swirled through her scales to hopefully gain a better understanding of both the RainWings venom and their habitat. I imagine Orchid would make her scales shift to things that would scare Mastermind, like the volcano erupting early or the RainWings breaking free and melting his scales till he was a puddle. Orchid is a rather docile dragon, but it’s easy to see her willing to to do something like that out of anger for her captors. As for Peacemaker, his NightWing traits are heavily dominant over his RainWing ones, so he wouldn’t be able to fully visualize images across his scales. The most he could do would be on his wings and frills, on the coloured stars sparkling amongst his dark sky. The images he would be able to show would appear as more of a sketch, a moving dot to dot. I’d imagine he also has very little control over it, his projections mostly happening when he’s dreaming or having a very vivid thought. It’s easy to imagine Hope quickly covering his wings with hers when constellations of a huge NightWing with white scales under his wings appeared on her dragonet. Or when he dreamed of a crown made of twisted metal atop someone’s head, or a peculiar hourglass filled with white sand. But also warmer memories, memories of a violet Nightwing and a green SeaWing with bright glowing sapphires in each of their talons. A family of four dragons, one white, one green, one blue, and one a mix of bright whites and deep blues shimmering across their scales.

[emeraldspiral]

Thinking about Nightwing/Batgirl vs Nightwing/Starfire and my hot take is that Dick and Kory should be endgame because Dick and Babarba is kind of incestuous.

Not in the sense of it being “icky”, but in the sense of it not allowing the Bat-family to grow and branch out and limiting it’s genetic diversity, in a manner of speaking.

Like, there’s already so many Batman proteges all trading around the same three or four code names. Poor Tim even had Stephanie and Damian calling themselves “Robin” when he wasn’t even dead or retired from the role. Stephanie had to go back to being “Spoiler” so Barbara could be Batgirl again. Jason tried to be Nightwing when the writers were just considering killing Dick off and then a bunch of randos tried to make it a collective moniker for a team. Dick left Gotham and became Nightwing to get out of Batman’s shadow but then he ends up having to take on the role of Batman while he’s Comic Book Dead. He’s supposed to live in Bludhaven but he’s constantly getting dragged back to Gotham to help Batman with one thing or another. The Batman writers even made Dick break-up with Starfire because him being preoccupied with the Teen Titans meant he wasn’t available for them to use in Batman stories, which kinda misses the entire point of having him outgrow the sidekick role and leave Batman in the first place.

So I feel like if you have Dick and Barbara get together, it’s just continuing to tie Dick down to the Bat-family and preventing him from spreading his wings. You know if they have kids together someday the boy(s) are gonna be another Robin/Nightwing/Batman and the girl(s) are gonna be another Batgirl/Batwoman/Oracle and they’re always going to be defined as Batman’s grandkids, Batman’s proteges, his successors, his legacy.

With Dick and Kory you don’t have to keep up the perpetual cycle of Batman getting a new protege who looks up to him at first and then eventually figures out how miserable he is and how poorly he’s coping with his trauma and realizes that they don’t want to be like him. You can tell new stories that go beyond the scope of Gotham. You can have stories that deal with the ramifications of Dick marrying an alien princess and technically being the prince consort of Tamaran and their kids being heir to the throne. You could do something really interesting with the idea of them having a biracial child and wanting them to be connected to the cultures of both parents’ home planets. Even if the kid does end up becoming another Batman protege, at least they’d be bringing something new to the table by being the first Bat-kid with actual superpowers.

I also think it’d be more interesting for Barbara to get a love-interest outside the Bat-family as well. Maybe even follow Dick’s lead and retire from the Batgirl role, pass it back to Stephanie or Cass or some new girl and either go back to being Oracle or get a brand new identity and venture off to a new city. Go solo and do her own thing her own way, not as a Batman sidekick.

Actually, you know if she did go solo and got her very own rogues gallery that would open up opportunities for her to have some sexual tension with a hot villain. Bruce has Talia and Selina. Terry had Ace. Nightwing has basically every woman good or evil. Let Barbara have something special with a hot bad boy.

I don’t dislike Dick/Barbara as ship, but I think there’s something kind of sweet and wholesome about them just being two people who used to date and are now best friends who love each other like siblings and I think it’s better for both characters if it stays that way.

[dollwritesarchive]

❝ — 𝔻𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕌 ❞

featuring ; injustice!dick grayson x reader, dark!injustice!damian wayne x reader, various other characters

content warning ; each piece will have its own warnings, but here’s the general ones. all characters are aged 18+ with no exceptions. injustice canon deaths mentioned & explored ( + noncanon character deaths ), this is a dark au so please don’t read the content if you’re not into that, stockholm syndrome, heavy on the angst, reader has a vigilante name ( starling ) and specific powers, heavy violence, this au will alter the injustice canon, eventual smut, age gap implied between starling and damian

summary ; growing up with the meta gene was tough, but luckily you had your aunt Dinah to guide you through childhood; she gave you the title Starling, for the way you mimicked her canary cry perfectly. eventually, she would introduce you to your future: the Justice League. first, you had to prove yourself on a team of other protégés lead by Dick Grayson, whom you fell a little too hard for.

after working with the team through your teen years, and managing a blooming romance with Grayson, the two of you break off from the others and decline an invitation to join the Justice League, preferring to travel your own path together. Nightwing & Starling become Blüdhaven’s dynamic duo.

years later, you and your fiancé are called back to face the world’s greatest threat— the Justice League is fractured, and Superman now runs a power hungry, bloodthirsty Regime. even Damian has sided with the Kryptonian. you, Nightwing, Batman, and what’s left of the dwindling Justice League are all that stands between Kal-El and complete world domination.

disclaimer ; once again, this is a dark fic. nonconsensual smut and abusive elements will be present. minors are not welcome to interact. please do not continue if you have no interest in dark fics; i am not responsible for your media consumption.

playlist // asks // moodboards // muse

this au is split up into two parts :

the world on fire era: Dick Grayson and Starling are recruited by Batman after Superman kills the Joker and forms the Regime. all pieces during this era features Nightwing & Starling in an established, long standing relationship ( engagement ). this era will ( probably ) contain the most character death.

the godfall era: Dick Grayson is dead, and Starling has fallen into the hands of his killer— his own adopted brother, Damian. now, you must not only come to turns with the loss of your love, but the theft of his title, and being forced to stand at Damian’s side. this era will contain the most noncon / dark elements.

❝ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞

coming soon!

❝ 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥

coming soon!

[nightwingology]

What would It take for Dick to show someone his secret identity. Some people seem to know. Others don’t. I’m a little confused on how strict a rule this is.

So, generally Dick is pretty uptight about keeping his secret identity. Former protégé of The Batman and all, it comes with the territory.

Batman is super secretive, so Dick is super secretive. He opens up to people eventually, but it takes time. It also depends on when he's known someone. The original Titans, and the New Teen Titans? They learn his identity pretty quick. But by the time he's been Nightwing for a few years, and The Titans (1999) begins, he's cautious about revealing his identity to new teammates, like Jesse Quick and Argent, that he hasn't got much history with. Sure, they're all heroes, but he has to be selective in who he trusts.

The Titans vol. 1 #3

The Titans vol. 1 #13

Even when Dick initially decides to open up to Jesse and reveal his face, he DOESN'T reveal his name.

The Titans vol. 1 #18

One of Dick's big fears is getting people hurt and letting people down, so even in modern comics, when his identity was revealed to his civilian love interest, Bea, he pushed her away to protect her.

Nightwing vol. 4 #77

And in the current run by Tom Taylor and Bruno Redondo, Dick's identity was discovered by Blockbuster, and Dick's first instinct was to push Barbara away to protect her. Because she's also a superhero, and has known him a very long time, she talked him out of that decision. But consistently across his history, Dick is extremely careful with his identity, to protect the people closest to him.

Nightwing vol. 4 #96

For Dick to reveal his identity to someone, he'd have to trust them very deeply, and also trust that they can take care of themselves. Many of his closest friends, and his two main love interests, are all superheroes, so that generally isn't a problem. However, that also means Dick hasn't developed much of a civilian supporting cast. The most consistent one he had was in Nightwing vol. 2, with the residents of his apartment building, and most of them were killed when Blockbuster figured out his identity back then.

[iheartchv]

Could I have a dc comics matchup, please? Male or female, I'm cool with both.

Personality: kind, loyal, stubborn, impulsive, emotional/sensitive, introvert, blunt, infp, hufflepuff, friendly, lawful neutral,

hobbies/likes: books, movies, fantasy, a lot of music,

Some extra stuff:

I want someone who'd love me for me,no fake/bs, and these two quotes

"I don't need him to be good as long as he's good to me"

"the hero would sacrifice you for the world, the villain (or antihero) would sacrifice the world for you"

Thanks!

🍒🌿

// alrighty, I'm doing a male match up for you❤ i spent probably 4 hours doing this and kept coming back to this man... x3

🤔 I match you with...

Nightwing/Dick Grayson💙🖤

I feel that Nightwing would fall for you

You both have a lot in common

You both are kind, loyal, hardworking, and have a strong sense of justice

You two are also stubborn

But eventually you/he/both give in; depending on the situation

He compliments your impulsiveness, which is good sometimes

He doesn't want you getting into any danger and unnecessary trouble

He just wants to keep you safe

There are also times when he feels like he's being stretched thin trying to protect everyone, and especially you

He takes time off for himself, and spends a lot of his time with you

He gives you cheerful smiles, or laughs with you, when he hasn't done so in a long time

Whenever he's around you, he feels more energetic

Nightwing will ask you questions, deep ones, if he's interested in you

He just feels... good when he's with you

He will ask you out if he wants a serious relationship with you

.....

Christmas time comes around...

And it seems like there's more crime going on than normal

Nightwing call you to tell you he'll be late for the Christmas dinner you planned, but will be there as soon as he can

It's very late when he arrives

And it's dark at your place

He thought you must've went to bed

However you turned on the light and he sees you standing in the kitchen doorway....

Where there was a mistletoe hanging on the door frame

He'd softly smile and give you a Christmas kiss and many more after that

🎀 lmk if you'd like to be tagged in any/all content 🎀

[romancemedia]

YJ: Invasion and Phantoms

It really amazes me how Invasion and Phantoms are so similar to each other in so many ways.

It had a central character and theme throughout the whole season. 

Invasion was intense from start to finish, completely on the edge of my seat during every episode while Phantoms was heart-wrenching, devastated over the loss of Superboy and everyone’s grief.

Blue Beetle was the central character in Invasion since the Reach were the main antagonists who wanted his scarab and made him into their puppet. Superboy was the main character in Phantoms since he supposedly died and everyone was grief-stricken, unaware he was still alive and trapped in the Phantom Zone and was the main target of the House of Zod.

Both involved a time traveler who were somehow related to the central character.

Impulse (Bart Allen) came back in time to save Flash’s life, but his main priority was to prevent Blue Beetle from falling into the Reach’s hands in order to save his future and prevent the Reach Apocalypse.

Saturn Girl, Phantom Girl and Chameleon Boy traveled back in time to protect Superboy against Lor-Zod, who was trying to kill him in order to prevent their future since Superboy inspired the creation of the Legion of Super-Heroes.

The difference though is Blue Beetle is made aware of his future, whilst the Legion kept their distance in order to protect the timeline and even by the end when they finally reveal themselves, they still do not inform Superboy of his future legacy.

Both involved the supposed death of a beloved member of the original team.

Artemis had faked her death in order to go undercover and help Aqualad with a deep cover mission. Everyone was convinced of her death with only Nightwing, Aqualad and Wally aware of the truth until a few more others found out. By the end of the season, however, Wally West ended up truly sacrificing his life to save the world from the Reach’s endgame.

Superboy had apparently died at the start of the season after he made the ultimate sacrifice in order to save the martian race. Everyone was truly convinced of his death, unaware Phantom Girl saved him and sent them both into the Phantom Zone.

Both also had a strong focus on Supermartian’s love story and in different ways they were separated from each other, but always found their way back together again.

In Invasion, Miss Martian and Superboy had recently broken up due to Miss Martian abusing her powers and betraying her psychic bond with Superboy. The break up is what separated them and though their relationship was strained, they still loved each other. Eventually, they finally began to mend and restore their romance by the end of the season.

In Phantoms, Miss Martian and Superboy’s love is stronger than ever as they’re finally preparing to get married until Superboy is believed to have been killed, unaware he was sent to the Phantom Zone. The Phantom Zone separates them throughout the whole season as Superboy remains trapped after Phantom Girl sent him there in desperate act to save his life. Although they are tragically separated, Miss Martian and Superboy’s love strongly deepens while they’e apart, until they are finally reunited and at long last get married in the series finale.

Both involved a character whose mind was badly hurt or troubled until they were both restored by Miss Martian.

Aqualad’s mind was wiped by Miss Martian after she fried his mind for supposedly killing Artemis, leaving him catatonic.

Superboy’s mind is troubled due to him suffering from Zone-Sickness, causing hallucinations and amnesia until he eventually regressed back to his Cadmus programming.

Both involved an original female team member, Artemis Crock and M’gann M’orzz mourning the loss of their love interests, Wally West and Conner Kent, especially since the couples were about to embark on a new chapter of their lives together.

Artemis and Wally were planning to retire from heroics for good and lead a happy normal together, while M’gann and Conner were finally getting married.

1# Difference - Grieving process; Artemis is given little focus on her grief over losing Wally since his death occurs at the end of season 2, while M’gann’s grief is shown throughout season 4 and goes through various stages.

2# Difference - Reunited/Acceptance; M’gann and Conner were eventually reunited and finally got married while Artemis has accepted Wally’s passing and is finally allowing herself to move on with her life again.

[queenofdragons12]

Spellbound [Pt. 2]

paring: wolf! Stray Kids x Wolf! Luna! Reader x wolf! bts

summary: a pack gathering might turn out differently than you thought. After all, under a full moon, anything can happen.

wanring: lil but of angst. bts being jealous

You raise your chin, refusing to back down from this insignificant Luna. She's always too caught up in her own world anyway.

"thea, I didn't think id be seeing you here," you sneered, tone warm, yet stray kids could see the fire in your eyes as you regarded the younger Luna, who, to be honest, looked totally off-guard at your sharp tongue. "I--I, of course, I wouldn't miss this over-unity Y/N," she said.

You hummed before drumming your fingers against your cheek. "If I remember correctly, at the last moon gathering, you weren't present at all, and neighboring territories thought you were dead," you said, observing her icy blue eyes. It was evident that she had been caught, and you were aware that she knew it too.

She cleared her throat and glanced between you and her small group of friends before saying, "Excuse us," and quickly leaving.

You were distracted by a sudden burst of laughter and turned to see Jungkook, the youngest member of BTS, laughing with Jimin and Taehyung. Their laughter amused you, but they quickly sobered up and apologized with "Sorry, your majesty." Despite being technically in the role of the throne in your kingdom, you didn't like being associated with your selfish mother and lying father. BTS was among the few wolves who called you "your majesty."

After waving at them, you walked away with Stray Kids. Turning to face them, you asked, "So, why haven't I seen you around gatherings before?" It was true that stray kids were rarely seen around the moonpool, if at all. You had assumed it was some warrior thing and that everything was muddled up there.

Now that you've seen it for yourself, you may notice that the eight wolves are glancing nervously around occasionally as if they're waiting for someone.

"Well," Bang Chan began before he sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them, you saw the intensity of fear burning in them. "You promised not to tell anyone?" he asked. You nodded, knowing that you wouldn't spill a secret unless absolutely necessary. That's how you were raised, even if your parents were lying to you.

"We ... have been taken over by a dragon tribe they call themselves the NightWings, and we've done all we can to fight them off, but dragons, as you know, can breathe fire, and these ones apparently have some kind of power that allows them to see our attacks coming and kill us." chan said. You could see the fear sadness and anger warring within him "we haven't gone to gatyheirnres before because it been too few of us, but now father finally told us its time, and if we could find some..." he trailed off and suddenly his eyes were glazing in embarrassment "... mates here that would be great."

You tilted your head. Were they discussing or hinting at what you believed they were?

"You want me or any Luna you find here to be one of your mates so that a new generation can be ensured?" you asked. Chan nodded sheepishly, and you could see the strong emotion behind his brown eyes. This meant so much to him and the stray kids, more than you could ever comprehend.

With a sudden realization, you thought to yourself that they were hoping you would be their companion, or at least Chan's. It was surprising since it was your first time back since the accident, and you didn't expect anyone to show interest in you. You sighed and touched the scar above your eye, feeling self-conscious. "Are you sure you want me?" you asked, looking directly into Chan's eyes. He seemed taken aback that you had understood the implications of the conversation, but eventually nodded and reached out a hesitant hand.

"If you do both, our packs would be a great reward," he said.

You gave a solemn smile. You would not do it out of love, but rather for the future of this territory and the world.

Therefore, you held his hand.