#but Danny needs to learn from his errors

[nelkcats]

Multiverse in Gotham (again)

Danny could admit that since he discovered he could open portals on his own he had been a bit excited, and maybe he didn't think through the consequences.

After the third time he failed to close a portal in his own dimension and had to call Wulf, he thought maybe the scenario wasn't helping him, so he switched dimensions. The DC universe was weird enough to accept random portals opening and Clockwork seemed to agree with his reasoning, despite the obvious reproachful look he was sending him.

But it seemed that the Master of Time was letting him make his own mistakes, Danny hoped that was a good sign.

The problem was that he forgot the fact that Wulf was on vacation (his friend had warned him not to practice his power until he was back, but the halfa wanted to get better and surprise him) so he had no idea how to close all the portals he had opened.

That would be fine, if the other dimensions hadn't noticed the portals. Danny glanced nervously at the dinosaur, before shifting his gaze to the overgrown Batman and the female Joker. He grimaced, he was pretty sure they weren't from the dimension he was in.

Gotham had never had such a strange afternoon. Bruce was going crazy at all the signs of danger appearing in his city, though his system couldn't seem to find the source. He really hoped it wasn't a repeat of the Crisis on Infinite Earths.

For his part, Danny was still trying to close the portals when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. The halfa slowly turned to find Red Hood and Nightwing looking at him, both had their arms crossed and a look of disappointment on their faces (how did he know despite the masks? Danny had no idea).

"Would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?" Danny asked, hiding his glowing hands behind his back with a nervous laugh.

[phantomposting]

Ayo it's time for another half asleep sleep deprived prompt rant let's gooooo! Please excuse any typos or grammar errors I haven't slept more than 2hrs in the past 24hrs and I'm suffering from a hard-core bout of insomnia and a accidentally burned myself. But anyways let's get into the rant starting with trigger warnings!

TW: BLOOD, VOMIT, SICKNESS, FOOD INSECURITY, ABUSE

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So I have been absolutely obsessed with blood blossoms used in angst fics since I first joined the fandom. I also see them as a great way to make a fun sickfic or a amazing tool for darker fics to use to trap or harm our favorite boyo. I read.the most amazing blood blossom poisoning fic recently tho and it absolutely gave me the brain itch again to theorize more about blood blossom aus!

So in this au Tim Drake and Danny are dating they've been doing well for the most part but when Tim asks to meet Danny's parent's he's super avoident of it. It's been making Tim feel as if Danny doesn't see this as a serious relationship that or he's hiding something and Tim needs to figure out what.

Danny of course as Vlad's godson is the heir to his company even tho he definitely doesn't want it. Atleast getting dragged into rich people shenanigans led to Danny meeting his boyfriend whom he is absolutely head over heels for.

Tim keeps asking to meet his parents but Danny doesn't want them to ruin things. They don't even know how old he is anymore for Ancients sake. They've acted like he isn't even there since Jazz went to college Danny's had to fend for himself and them essentially turning into a bit of a parent/guardian for them. Paying bills, making sure they eat, ect. But he can only do so much and between it all he doesn't get much time or enough money to eat as often as he should. It's a real mess. He definitely doesn't want Tim seeing that and worrying either so he keeps coming up with excuses to make sure the Fenton parents never meet him or his family.

Vlad is super upset with Danny for getting so close with his biggest competition. He continously demands the boy behave and to dump that leech before he swipes all of Vlad's hard work from right under his nose. Danny could absolutely care less. The boy is really getting on Vlad's final nerve being his sweet Madeline's kid means nothing if he's just going to act like another Jack. The world absolutely needs no more Jack's in it.

Finally cutting his losses with this kid Vlad devises a plan to once and for all get rid of the little brat. He will take blood blossom extract and poison the useless heir of his at the next gala.

The ingredient tho extremely rare can be common for the super wealthy. It's always been quite the nuisance for him but now there's finally a perk to that damn flower. None will be the wiser the death will be ruled as either an allergic reaction to a rare ingredient the child had never encountered enough to know of or they'll learn of Daniel's ghost side and not anyone will care thinking a ghost had taken the poor kids place.

Vlad will get pity among his peers and possibly finally gain the chance to overshadow the Wayne's and finally take them out of the game once and for all. Maddie will blame Jack for such a accident vlad will be sure to make it so. With nothing left to hold her back and a newly loveless marriage she will finally turn to him they'll create a new family with the perfect son and nothing will stop him from living his happily ever after. It was the perfect plan in Vlad's mind.

So the next Gala comes around. Danny and Tim have a big and accidentally rather public argument about Danny's parent's and this leads Danny to storm off alone to try and cool off. This ends up being the perfect time for Vlad to corner the boy.

He gives Danny an ultimatum dump Tim and join him or else. Danny refuses. " oh nieve little badger... you really should have taken me up on the offer." He shakes his head as he pins the boy to the wall by the collar of his shirt and injects him with the poison.

Soon Danny is left alone curled in a writhing ball of pain upon the floor as the blood blossoms burn at his insides ripping him apart from inside to out. A silent ball of agony as he doesn't know what to do. He can't risk anyone finding out about his ghostly side not even Tim. He can't access his powers. He can't escape. All feels hopeless and he feels doomed to fade here.

Meanwhile Tim begins to get worried usually Danny takes a bit of time but he always comes back pretty quickly then both apologize for the argument and move on. Tim's definitely feeling pretty guilty for this one pushing him so hard. He just wants this relationship to be as normal as it can be. For once in his life he's having a pretty average civilian life and weirdly enough he's thriving with it. He understands tho that some people aren't on good terms with their parents but Danny always only ever really says nice things about his parents and its starting to make Tim feel like he's just not good enough to meet them.

But either way Tim begins to worry he drove Danny off so he goes to look for him to apologize for pushing him so hard. He wasn't really expecting to find Danny in a secluded room all alone curled up against a wall looking smaller than he's ever looked before. Almost looking as if he were hiding tears. It honestly broke Tim's heart to see him like this. Tim definitely wasn't expecting that when he started to apologize that Danny would look up at him with way too much blood to be okay dripping from his nose.

Danny was bleeding quite a bit. His eyes were unfocused and Lazarus green and absolutely filled with fear. Tears dripped down his far too pale cheeks as he tried to focus on Tim. His breathing was harsh and heavy and clearly pained. He looked as if he were in agony.

This immediately sends Tim into panic mode. Wtf happened while he was gone? How did he get into contact with Lazarus water?? Is his boyfriend dying??? Tim starts going into hero mode trying to figure out how to help Danny. They make a quick stealthy escape of the gala and Danny refuses a hospital trip. Tim won't push too hard cause clearly Lazarus water is somewhere in the mix.

So they go to the only person Tim can think of. Doctor Leslie! There's a lot of panic from everyone and delirious rambling from Danny until eventually they finally figure out he's been poisoned. Somehow miraculously they manage to cure said poison and save Tim's boyfriend.

Or so they think turns out they only really slow/pause the blood blossoms effects. Danny has extensive physical damage from the blood blossoms eating away at everything and Tim thinks Danny was poisoned with Lazarus water. He makes Danny stay with him in his apartment for awhile to monitor him and his condition and keep his eye out for the one that poisoned him and keep him safe.

Vlad makes a huge stink about Danny going missing leading to some big search for the missing heir. Its all a huge mess!

Slowly over time this sickfic with tons of sweet fluff moments and stuff would reveal why Danny isn't keen on introducing his parents to Tim. Tim would learn Danny's parent's are super neglectful and possibly downright evil judging by all the scars his poor boyfriend is left with. Not to mention he's far too thin! Thinner than Tim expected cause with his clothes on sure he looks rather slim but you would never guess the poor guynwas just skin and bone. Its deeply worrying.

There would be lots of moments where Danny is avoident on details and it only makes Tim's detective brain itch more for answers. Slowly but surely they learn aswell that Danny's body is never going to fully work the same either. Over time they even realize it's very Slowly worsening making them discover the blood blossom isn't fully cured.

Then comes the big search for a cure and Tim going full mama bird for his bf! We also get a slow ghost reveal, giw reveal, and reveal that Vlad's evil and Tim is absolutely going to rip that man apart for doing this to his poor boyfriend.

There's absolutely tons th8s fic could cover and it's absolutely dealer's choice on what and how they would want to cover it! I would absolutely go feral to see this prompt used :D you could even get into some league of assassin's chaos or giw chaos with everything else going on! The possibilities are endless :D

[retireddaddyric]

Nightmares.. not.

Synopsis: Daniel and (y/n) are in an established relationship and she wakes him up in the middle of the night.

Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact please. Smut, hands working, orgasm.

Note: English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance if there are any errors.

“Danny!” I whisper in the dark room, turning towards him in the big bed.

“Mh?” His sleepy groggy voice answers me.

I circle his strong neck with my arm trying to pull him closer to me. He immediately obliges, his arm circling my waist as he sinks his face in the crook of my neck.

“..a nightmare?” He asks, i can feel his eyes still closed against my skin, his foot resting against my calf.

“No..” i whisper a little breathy, still sleepy from waking up too fast.

I feel his face pull away from my neck to try look me in the eyes but the hotel room is pitch dark. My boyfriend loves the dark.

His big hand cups my cheek and chin. “What is it?” He whispers rising himself on his elbow.

I put my lips on his in the dark and kiss him, intently. He kisses me back, still confused from waking up abruptly. I make my tongue slide into his mouth and I feel him smile.

“What?” I whisper brushing my lips to his.

“That wasn’t a nightmare, was it?” I feel him smirking through his sleep voice. His hand rises my nightgown and goes straight inside my panties. “Definitely not.” He chuckles as his fingers slide between my soaked folds.

I let out a soft moan and throw my head back. I feel his fingers doing circles on my clit and i bend a knee. My chest rises and falls heavily.

I feel two fingers slide in easily since I’m all wet. He curls them and I moan. I hear him smile. “Such a needy little pussy, you get wet dreaming filthy things.” He whispers. And then his fingers leave my wet heat.

I frown and open my eyes, disappointed at the loss. But in that moment the little light on the nightstand turns on and i see Daniel standing next to it. He smirks, both our eyes struggling to stay open despite the low light. “I wanna watch.” He explains. And before I can say anything his hands grab my ankles and he pulls me in an instant towards him at the edge of the bed. He presses a hand on my lower belly to keep me still and with the other he pulls the crotch of the panties to the side. He smirks at me, a curl falling on his forehead. “What did you dream?”

“You..”

“Doing what?”

“That.” I point at his hand.

I smile and whisper “If I think that you were sound asleep just a mi-“ His middle and ring finger get back inside my pussy in a swift motion leaving me breathless.

“This?” He smirks at me moving his hand up and down fast, making my jaw hang.

“Danny!” I gasp.

But he goes harder. The wet squishy sound filling the whole room.

“You dreamt of my fingers ravishing this little cunt?”

“DANNY!” I shout feeling all my lower body shake violently. He laughs at me and before I can realize it I see droplets fly everywhere, his torso getting wet.

I try to catch my breath trying to pull away from the intense pleasure but his hand on my stomach keeps me down.

“Please stop!” I shout, choking on my voice.

“You don’t mean that.” He whispers hotly, his hand moving harder.

He withdraws his fingers, slaps my writhing pussy three or four times and smiles at me.

“You can go back to sleep now.” He says wiggling his eyebrows.

I look at him with wide eyes, my legs shaky.

“Did I just..?” I ask shocked and breathless.

“Squirt? You fucking did.” He says smirking proudly and coming on the bed between my legs.

“Where did you learn that?”

“Online.” He smiles tugging at my lower lip with his teeth.

“You watch porn?” I ask pulling away and searching for his gaze.

“You don’t?” He licks my lips.

“Danny!” I insist wanting an answer.

“From back when I needed to wank instead of sleeping with my own girl.” He smiles almost proudly.

“Go back to sleep.” He says adjusting my panties. “And you better wake me up with my cock at the back of your throat tomorrow morning, because I deserve it.” His hand adjusts my nightgown.

I laugh and he smiles.

“Noted.” I whisper satisfied.

[goddamnitmahtin]

Jason is a Teenage Dad Part 6

(wrote a portion of this in the hospital so please excuse any errors)

Stephanie had no memory of ever giving birth. But now that she had her baby in her arms, it didn’t really matter what she remembered. Her little Kore was in the world. And she was going to be loved. No matter what.

When Steph first got pregnant, she was terrified. She was in no position to have or raise a child. She was a vigilante and orphan. Her boyfriend left her after finding out, not wanting anything to do with it or her. While she fantasized about keeping her baby, she knew deep down that there was no way that she could provide what was needed. She just had to hope that when she did give birth, the foster care system would treat her baby with the kindness she didn’t get herself.

That was until Clockwork started sending her notes. It was weird at first, the idea of these little sticky notes appearing were actually notes that would help her. Like they were suggestions she should really listen to. But after the notes started telling her to just drop everything and move in with Bruce? She came around to the idea of listening to Clockwork more. Especially because moving in with Bruce was an objectively good idea and she was mad that she hadn’t thought of it herself.

After moving in, Stephanie worked with Bruce so she could become his ward. And after that, she started learning how to live in a safe environment. Tim was super supportive and was there for her every step of the way. Bruce and Alfred always provided her with whatever she needed, never making her feel bad for it. Jason and Danny were oddballs but watching them be a father and son made her feel hope.

The other characters that were in and out of the mansion were just as chaotic and interesting as the full time residents. Jazz had practically moved in but wasn’t there every night. She was very close with Jason and the two of them were raising Danny together. There was something between them but Stephanie couldn’t put her finger on it. No matter how many times she asked, both of them were adamant about not being attracted to one another.

On a similar vein, there were Sam and Tucker who were delightfully insufferable. Stephanie and the rest of the household had been watching them dance around one another for years now. They were always catching glimpses of each other, they knew everything about one another, they lived together, they were constantly gushing about each other when the other wasn’t around and and don’t even get started on the way they looked at each other. It was so surreal and beautiful how much love they had in their eyes when they looked at one another. Complete and utter trust. After getting pregnant, Stephanie had actually started crying if she caught them staring at each other because goddamn it why could she have someone look at her like that? But if you asked Sam and Tucker? They were “just friends.” Ugh they needed to kiss already.

After seeing what it could be like to live safely in a good home with a family, Stephanie started to wonder if maybe… just maybe she could be a good mom after all. If she ever needed tips, she could come to Jason or Jazz. She could make sure that Bruce gave her baby everything they could ever possibly need and the family was full of crime fighters. Of course any one in the house could throw hands to keep the baby safe. She could give her child the same wildly unique and amazing childhood Danny was getting in the manor. She just had to stay.

So now, holding her baby girl? She knew she wanted to at least try. She wanted to try to be a mom. She named her daughter Kore like the goddess of spring. Little Kore looked just like Stephanie, even as a newborn. Her complexion, hair, eyes and even her nose was all Stephanie’s. It was like holding her own carbon copy. The more she looked at the baby in her arms, the more determined Stephanie became to be the best mom she could be.

She looked up from her daughter’s sleeping face when she heard a knock on the door. It was probably Tim. He had been hovering over her and Kore since she gave birth with a worried look on his face. She had just barely convinced him to leave the room by telling him she would tell Tucker to erase his computer data if he didn’t.

Steph sighed hearing the knock, “Timothy I swear to-”

The door opened and a face Stephanie hadn’t seen in a long time greeted her, “Hey.”

“RICHARD YOU BASTARD!”

…

Dick liked to think he was a good person. He was Nightwing after all and before that he was Robin. He saved people and sometimes saved the whole world in the process. But… that was all he could really defend himself for. Being a vigilante? He knew how to do that. He knew how to follow orders when needed and keep his team safe.

But that was all he knew how to do. After giving up the title of Robin, Dick shut himself out. He wanted to distance himself from Batman and become his own person. He moved to Bludhaven and had his own rogue gallery. He had his team and had a couple of girlfriends over time. He made himself his own life. It was what he wanted.

At least at the time. In the process of pushing away from Batman, he had pushed himself away from Bruce. He kept his distance from the Robins that came after him. He never even met Tim. He barely stayed in touch with the other bats that Bruce had found time to adopt. Whenever the man tried to reach out, Dick would shut it down unless it was work related. He was too busy with his own life. Too busy for his own family. Too busy to even meet them.

The only bat that Dick saw often was Stephanie. She was just a kid but she was unbearably persistent when she wanted something. And she had come all the way to Bludhaven just to judge him. Dick could still remember that day and still had the scar to show for it. He had been on patrol when a very pissed off Spoiler had whacked him across the face with a public park trashcan. It had given him a cut and since then, he’s had a scar leaving a slit on his left eyebrow. Since then, she had forced him to hang out with her whenever she was in Bludhaven and she had his phone number for emergencies. She had become his only contact to his family.

Dick never realized just how isolated he was. Of course, he was always isolated when he was living with Bruce. He was the only kid in the house at the time. There was also Clark who semi lived with them at the time because they had decided to coparent for a while for the fun of it? Dick never really go the full story there. But now he was isolated for real. He had done it to himself. He had no friends or even exes outside of work and other than Stephanie, he had no idea what his family was doing or who was even in it. He was alone most of the time and somewhere along the way… he must have forgot that he was allowed to have people in his life.

Then one day Stephanie called him crying, telling him she was pregnant and her boyfriend left her. She was only 15 and Dick knew she must have been scared. But at the time there was nothing he could really do. He was about to go away for a mission and was going to be gone for months. He and JLD were going to another dimension to discuss enforcing reforms to try and get rid of the Anti Ecto Acts. The Ghost King had invited them all to his fortress to make it the center of the operation but time worked differently between dimensions so Dick couldn’t be sure when he was going to be back.

Dick asked her if she had anyone she could reach out to because he was leaving and she said she was gonna try and call Tim. It must have worked out. At least he hoped it did. He was in the Ghost Zone not even 3 hours later, working with King Danny of the Infinite Realms to try and come up with an airtight case to bring to court.

Dick liked to think he was a good person. But it was hard to do that when all he saw was his own cowardice. He wasn’t brave enough to reach out to Bruce anymore out of fear that all of his anger towards the man had made him unlovable. He wasn’t too scared to meet his siblings out of fear that they were better than he ever was at being good people. He was scared to apologize for how he left. And despite how lonely Bludhaven was, he was afraid to go back home to the manor out of fear that only Alfred would be happy to see him.

But despite his fear, or maybe because of his healthy fear of Stephanie, he was there in the manor. He was standing in front of his honorary sister, his entire being frozen in terror of what she might say to him for not making it on time.

“RICHARD YOU BASTARD!”

He flinched slightly. He deserved that.

“Steph… I’m so sor-” Dick was cut off.

“YOU’RE HERE!” Stephanie was sobbing, waking the baby in her arms. She reached out for him and he walked to her bedside taking her hand.

“It’s good to see you too Blondie,” he said giving her a smile.

“You’re back! I thought you said you wouldn’t make it!” Stephanie squeezed his hand, tears rolling down her cheeks and a smile on her face.

“I just got back from Phantom’s realm. I saw your text and rushed here as soon as I could. I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” Dick apologized, feeling guilty. She was the only family member he had left and he couldn’t even be there when she was giving birth.

Stephanie sniffled, wiping the tears from her eyes, “It’s okay Dick. Here, do you want to meet your niece?”

She lifted the baby to Dick for him to hold. He took the infant into his arms. It looked just like Stephanie. Like a little clone. The cutest baby he ever saw. The baby had the longest eyelashes on a child he had ever seen and those big blue eyes were hard to miss as they studied him.

“Her name is Kore,” Stephanie smiled the biggest, most love filled smile Dick had ever seen her features produce. She was going to be an excellent mother.

“Hello there little Kore. Your mother named you well. You truely are a little goddess aren’t you?” Dick cooed at the baby. His finger got caught in her grip in response.

“Look at Uncle Dick being all good with babies,” Stephanie teased, a weighted smile on her lips. She was thinking about something.

Dick sighed. He knew what was coming. And she wasn’t going to like his answer.

“Are you going to stay? For a while?” Steph asked.

Dick shook his head, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t wanna be a burden and cause trouble with Bruce.” He needed to go back to Bludhaven anyways to go back to being Nightwing. There were others helping while he was gone but he couldn’t abandon his rogue gallery. But the biggest reason was that he was too afraid to patch things up with B.

Stephanie shot him a scary glare, “Richard Grayson, you have been pushing everyone in this family away for so long, you have yet to meet any of them outside of the suit. You don’t know any of our names except mine and you have yet to even let me tell you what’s going on! There are so many of us now and you won’t give any of them a chance. At least stay the night. You don’t wanna know what I’ll do to you if your don’t.”

Dick was the proper amount of scared of Stephanie on a normal day. But hormonal, just had a baby Stephanie was much scarier and Dick liked being alive.

“Fine. But I’m not staying for breakfast.”

“Yes you are.”

“Okay I’m staying for breakfast.”

…

Jason didn’t really know what to do. Ever since Stephanie had her baby, things changed in the household and it wasn’t like major changes hadn’t happened before but it had been a while since Dick had bothered to stick around. Let alone start staying in the manor again. Nobody really knew what to do with that. Most of them had never met him before and those who had only knew him in a professional capacity and had no idea he was actually Bruce’s oldest son.

Apparently Dick and Stephanie were close so he was sticking around as long as she threatened him to. The main issue? The fighting. Danny did not like the fighting between Dick and Bruce. What made is worse was that no one in the household could really avoid it. Everytime Bruce and Dick ended up in the same room for too long, Dick would get set off by something Bruce said and a screaming match would start and before long Dick would dramatically throw himself out a window.

Now Jason would have exactly cared about whatever personal drama was between Dick and Bruce if it wasn’t causing Danny to start to regress. The nightmares were picking up again at night, causing him and Jazz to have to take turns keeping watch just so they had sometime to sleep at night.

Danny was also starting to show some violent tendencies. Specifically towards clowns. Which was the main reason Jason was stressing out. It was never confirmed just how the Joker died. For a long time, they all just accepted that and tried not to think about his death at all. That bastard didn’t deserve to be mourned anyways. But now that Danny seemed to be enraged by the very mention of clowns and the family had to stop him from fighting anything even generally clown shaped… Jason was starting to worry that maybe… Danny had done something no child should have ever had to do. Especially as a three year old at the time.

Now was one of those moments that Jason was especially worried. Dick and Bruce were fighting in the kitchen again and Danny had disappeared from stress. He had already looked in all the usual places for him. His room, his grave, Tucker and Sam’s house. But it wasn’t until Jason went to the Batcave that he found his son. He was shooting printed out pictures of clowns with an ecto blaster.

“Hey bud, what are doing,” Jason asked, sitting next to Danny on the old couch they kept down there for naps during patrol.

“I’m killing clowns.” Danny said this with a flat voice, no emotion in his words.

“Ah. Can I ask…. why?” Maybe if Jason could talk to him about it, he could get some answers. He loved his son but this behavior came out of nowhere and it was concerning. He had already spoken to Jazz about it and she said that Danny never liked clowns but it was never this extreme.

“Clowns are evil. Like doctors,” Danny said matter of factly as he blew the head off a mother cutout clown.

“Ah. I see. Why are clowns evil my star?”

Danny look up at Jason, his eyes glowing green with fury, “Clowns kill people. This one killed you with a crowbar,” he pointed to a cutout of Joker, “he’s dead now. His head is gone.” Danny then shot the head off the Joker cutout.

Jason’s eyes widened. He didn’t know that Danny even remembered that. Or how Danny even found out about Joker’s crime activity. He was so young at the time Jason found him holding that head, he just assumed his brain was too young to recall it.

“Uh yeah… he did do that.” He had no idea how to proceed from here. Jason felt his core pulse with nervous energy.

“When is Dick moving out?” Danny asked suddenly.

Jason was thrown off by the question, “I don’t know. Stephanie doesn’t seem to be letting him leave. Do you not like Dickie?”

Danny shook his head, “No. He’s like a clown. Except he isn’t evil. Just loud.”

Jason could only think that maybe that comment had to do with Dick’s family being from the circus. He couldn’t really think of any other way he was like a clown. Other than his love for being flashy.

“I see….” He was definitely in over his head as a father right now.

…

Tim loved being Robin. It was totally badass. He loved fighting bad guys and stopping robberies and saving people. But what he loved more? The puzzles. The mysteries. He liked that he could feel challenged. School was lame and boring. He did all his homework months ago. And since he was gonna graduate in a couple years, he was on his way to joining the work force if he didn’t want to go to college. Which he was thinking about it. But despite everything…. Tim was bored.

More often than not, he found himself twiddling his thumbs when he wasn’t being Robin. He needed something to do. So Tim started doing B’s paperwork for WE when he wasn’t looking. The guy was busy with patrols, grandkids and screaming at Dick to let him pay for stuff that he never even really noticed. It not like it was anything Tim hadn't hyperfixated on before. Just some budget reports, employee contracts, approval requests from the engineering department.

Tim didn’t like not being noticed or ignored. Years ago, he would have been used to it. Ducking around corners, sticking to the shadows, standing still enough that his mom could walk by and not see him. But ever since Bruce adopted him, he was always treated like he was actually there. By everyone.

Ever since the very start, Bruce had put energy into making sure Tim knew that he was wanted. And at first, Tim didn’t really know what to do with that. But as time went on, he started to understand that he did deserve attention. He deserved to be listened to. Bruce always took him seriously and everyone else in the house always talked to him when they saw him. He wasn’t used to being ignored anymore.

So when Bruce started noticing him less… Tim kinda started retreating into himself. He knew that there was a lot on B’s mind. And he knew that Bruce would make up for it. But something inside Tim clicks when he’s being overlooked and he can’t really control it. His brain snaps back into his old ways. The way he was before he was adopted. Before his parents died.

Tim had buried himself into a new project. He told himself that he was just doing B a favor. But in the back of his mind he knew that it was just a really desperate attempt to lash out and hope that Bruce noticed what he was doing. He could do this in a much simpler way but Tim wasn't one for physically violent outbursts. So instead of throwing a tantrum, Tim was signing Wayne Enterprises over to himself and was making himself the new CEO.

Tim was finishing up the contract now. He had learned how to forge Bruce's signature long before he was ever adopted by the man so this was pretty much child's play. Maybe now that he was important for the company, B would talk to him more. Everyone had their thing after all. Dick was a menace who wouldn't let Bruce pay for anything and sleeps in the chandeliers, Jason was a dad and also he died that one time, Babs was super smart and they had history of B avenging her or something, Steph was a brand new mother who was learning the ropes and an amazing human being overall, Cass was badass and did ballet, Sam was the Manson family heir and a great contact to have in high society, Tucker was a computer god who could and has helped Babs rebuild the Bat computer a few times for fun, Jazz was an amazing therapist that Bruce could turn to whenever he wanted, and Danny was literally half dead. Everyone in the family had their thing that made Bruce want to give them attention. Tim was Robin, sure, but that was completely professional attention. Not father attention. Tim didn't really have a thing. Maybe WE could be Tim's thing.

Once he finished up the contract and forged Bruce's signature at the bottom, Tim sent it to the company file. It was done. There was no need to mess with bank accounts of transfer where funds were going. Tim's salary as CEO could still go to Bruce for all he cared. He already had an account of his own that had money automatically added to it every month. Bruce had one set up for everyone in the family, in a desperate attempt to get rid of some of his money. Not to mention Tim was going to inherit his family's entire estate when he turned 18.

Almost immediately, Tim got text messages from both Babs and Tucker, questioning what just happened. He didn't respond. He didn't feel like it. Instead, Tim got up from his computer and went through his closet looking for something to wear to work tomorrow. It wasn't like Bruce would notice he wasn't going to be at home during the day anymore. And it wasn't like Bruce ever actually went to WE except for board meetings. Tim may have been young but he could handle a company better than he could handle himself at home so there was really no downside.

About a week passed before Tim was cornered by Bruce.

"Tim, have you been running WE as CEO without my knowledge," he asked, his voice stern and his brows furrowed in some expression that Tim didn't really know how to read. Was it anger? Was it stress? Who was to say.

All Tim could do was shrug to that. So what if he stole B's company? In the week he had been running it, profits were already skyrocketing. Which was ironic since all Tim did was increase the salary of the employees and updated their benefits.

"Tim, your 15. I just don't think that you should be worried about all of that-"

Tim cut him off, "No offense B, but I've been doing just fine. I needed something to do so I found something to occupy myself with. Besides, it's not like you had time for it. Or me."

Tim could feel his insides shriveling with guilt as he mentioned feeling neglected. He had no real good reason to feel that way. Bruce always tried his best and Tim knew that. This entire thing was completely irrational.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. Tim couldn't bring himself to meet Bruce's eyes so he kept his own on the ground.

"Tim, I didn't know that you felt that way," he heard B say. He felt ashamed that he felt that way at all. He never really had a plan as for what to do when B found out that he had taken WE but he did know that he wasn't expecting it to go like this.

"It's fine... you have other things to worry about," Tim mumbled. He went too far. Maybe he should apologize.

"I'm sorry for not being there for you as much as I should be. I shouldn't have sidelined you, no matter what was going on," Bruce pulled Tim into a hug. It was an awkward hug but it was a hug at least. And it was unexpected enough to make Tim break down.

Part 5

[xhoneygirlxx]

Fool For You

Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Life as a single dad but life is about to get way harder when Steve falls for his son's teacher.

warnings: fluff. slight angst: mentions of steve's childhood. steve is sad over his son's first day of school. No pronouns are used for reader but they're described to wearing fem clothing. Steve compares reader to Miss Honey from Matilda. Readers skin tone/ethnicity is not mentioned. fic is set in 91 (let's pretend Matilda had already come out by then). meet cute. mentions of being a single parent. Steve's son is named Danny. ending is rushed lmao lets pretend it's not. bad writing/grammar errors. Not proofread!! 18+ plus only, MDNI

*If I missed anything lmk!

a/n: Awe my beautiful lovies!!! we are halfway done with my wonderful birthday week :( I just want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me and showing me nonstop love. I love each and everyone of you so dearly!!!! I also wanna apologize for the late upload! I hope you guys can forgive me!

Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s hard to ignore you

And I can’t wrap my head around it, but it feels

Oh, like I loved you before.

Being back in the hallways of Hawkins Elementary felt odd. Everything has stayed the same since the last time Steve went there, the paint of the walls, the decorations, even the smell was all the same. It smelled like a chilly autumn morning and books, innocence and childhood - a smell he didn't even realize he missed so much until he entered the building.

The cinder block lined walls hold memories, locking them in place until the end of time. Now his son's will be there along with them, a new generation of the Harrington family ready to leave their mark.

Walking hand and hand with Danny, Steve feels every single emotion any parent would on their child's first day. It's bittersweet, stinging him right through the heart with sadness and patching itself up with a sense of excitement. Danny on the other hand is a ball of energy, bouncing with every step he takes, like he always does.

The small boy is nothing but big smiles, eyes darting everywhere as he takes in the new environment. His Ninja Turtle backpack is comically bigger than him, flopping off of the backs of his knees with every step he takes.

As he looks down at his son, who looks just like him at that age, a big rush of adoration falls onto the older man. Over the short five years that Steve became a dad, he's learned that you can fall in love with your baby all over again just like the first time you held them. Steve is always amazed by Danny and the amount of love that runs through his veins for the small boy, but sometimes you need a little refresher like right now.

"You excited to meet your new teacher, Danny?" Steve swings the small boys arm causing him to giggle.

Nodding his chestnut hair, he looks up at his father with wide eyes. "M'cited dad."

"You gonna make lots of friends?" Steve isn't sure if this question is appropriate but a part of him worries about his son's ability to make new friends, since Steve is the only one out of his friends that has a child.

"I fink so but they hav' to like tourtles." Danny isn't really bothered by the question too much, not when he's too focused on the bright decorations that stick all over the walls.

"Turtles, Dan." It comes out in a chuckle. Even though Steve always corrects his son on the word, he's still a sucker for the way he says it.

Making it to the end of the hall, they stop at the wooden door with the numbers 206 written over them. The memory of Steve's kindergarten years creep into his mind as they stand there, flashbacks of him holding his mom's hand as wet tears streamed down his face. He wonders if his mother remembers that or if she buried that in the back of her mind like everything else in his life.

Pulling himself out of his head, Steve knocks on the closed door and scoots back just a little to leave room for it to open. Crouching down to his son's level, he runs a nervous hand through his hair, fixing whatever pieces didn't stay down.

"Daddy, you're gonna mess it up." Danny pouts, lightly stomping his converse clad foot on the vinyl flooring.

Pulling his hand back, Steve realizes he's using his son for his anxious habits. "You're right, m'sorry. You gonna be okay?"

Danny rolls his eyes in a sassy way, the way that always makes Steve laugh. "Yesss dad."

Wow, his son is really his carbon copy.

The sound of the heavy door opening pulls both of their attention, Steve immediately springing up from his position wiping his clammy hands down his shirt.

Steve steels himself for who he's about to meet, releasing a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. Now, Steve expected to see a middle aged woman, maybe even older. He pictured someone with a grandma type energy, sweet and welcoming. What he didn't expect was you.

Standing there in the doorway with the bright light of your classroom falling around you in a halo. A pretty floral dress hangs from your body, cinching your body just right without being too inappropriate. Your cheeks are puffed up as you smile brightly, eyes crinkled at the sides as you do.

You seem about the same age as Steve, no older than twenty five. Glasses sit on the top of your head, pushing back the front of your hair. In a way you remind him of Miss Honey, not looks wise but your aura. You're so fucking pretty and he doesn't think he'll be able to formulate a sentence.

"Let me guess," You stand with a hand on your hip, pretending to think hard, "You must be Mr. Daniel Harrington."

The little boy in question beams up at you, bouncing on his toes as he clutches his excited hands around the straps of his backpack.

"My dad calls me Danny." The lisp that he has is very noticeable when he says it. Steve can tell you want to coo so badly over the small boy, the flexing of your fingers not going unnoticed.

Crouching down to his level, you reach out a hand to Danny for a handshake. "What a pleasure to meet you Danny."

Placing his hand into yours, he shakes it in a jerky manner. His missing bottom tooth shows off with the way he smiles at you. Pulling your hand away, you stand up straight still looking at the small child.

"Danny whenever you're ready you can head right inside and find the cubby with your name on it!" Your voice is like the sun, bright and chipper.

Craning his next up to his dad, he waits for his dad's permission even though his body trembles with anticipation. Steve on the other hand doesn't want to let him go, not ready to detach himself from his baby he spent five years with.

Kneeling down, Steve wraps his son in one last hug. The sting of unshed tears hits his nose first, the lump that sits in the back of his throat waits patiently for the dam to break.

"Okay dad, I have to go!" The small boy giggles, not understanding the gravity of the situation. To him he thinks his dad is just being silly, not realizing that his dad's heart is breaking.

Reluctantly Steve pulls away, trying to remember the look on his son's face. His own flesh and blood, the boy he's worked so hard to raise by himself, and God is his heart full.

"Alright little man, go head inside." Tapping a heavy hand to the boy's head, he watches him duck into the classroom.

Popping back to his standing position, Steve tries his hardest to blink the tears away. You still stand there, observing the classroom behind your shoulder.

"Oh, Mr. Harrington," You call out before he can leave and he's quick to interrupt you.

"Please, call me Steve. I feel like I'm too young to be Mr. Harrington." He half chuckles, ignoring the skip of his heart when he makes eye contact with you.

"Steve," You correct, a bashful smile on your face, "I wanted to ask if you would be the only person to pick him up or if your wife would also be included in pick ups and drop offs."

"Oh, no I'm not- his mom isn't." Lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, he thinks of the best way to say it.

"Danny's mom isn't around, so it'll be just me on pick up and drop off duties. Possibly his aunt Robin but I'd let you know beforehand." A tight smile forms on his face.

"Oh I am so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed." You rush to apologize but you're quickly interrupted with the shake of his head.

"It's okay, you didn't know." He reassures and you visibly relax.

You're just as nervous as he is and he wonders if it's because you feel the same spark he does. Or maybe he's thinking too much into it. Either way, he'd like to think it's the latter.

"Well I'm very excited to teach Danny this year, he seems like a great kid." Although liking kids is part of your job, it sounds sincere coming out of your mouth and not rehearsed.

A coy smile breaks out on the older man's face, rose tint pours onto the rounded apples of his cheeks. "Y-yeah, he's a good kid. He can be shy sometimes but he loves to be around people."

Nodding your head, you sneak another peak behind you to check on the boy. "That's okay, I'm shy too."

When you turn to face Steve again, your lip is tucking behind your teeth. You're so fucking cute it makes him forget just how sad he was to drop off his own son and he doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing.

A long pause settles between the two of you, eyes becoming too bashful to meet. Steve kicks his foot at the hard floor, hands tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

"Well Steve, it was so nice to meet you but I have to get back in there." You sigh hiking a thumb over your shoulder.

Steve feels like someone just popped him like a balloon, the small amount of joy he's felt just by talking to you has now been taken away. Meeting you with a tight lipped smile, he nods understandingly.

After bidding your farewells, Steve thinks about you. He wishes he wasn't so awkward, that he had acted way cooler than he did, and how breathtaking your smile was when you spoke to him and his son.

On his drive home all he could think about was you and his son, ping ponging back and forth between the two. Steve wishes that he met you before today, maybe in the coffee shop on Main or in line at the grocery store. He wishes that he would be able to ask for your number and take you out without any consequences brought on by the school.

He doesn't know how he's going to last a full year with Danny in school and he's really not sure how he can manage to keep a professional conversation with you every morning without falling in love.

The low hum of Rod Stewart's "Rhythm of My Heart" plays through the car, the soundtrack to Steve's drive home.

Ah, the rhythm of my heart

Is beatin' like a drum

With the word's I love you

Rollin' off my tongue

"Fuuuuuuck," His voice drags out in the safety of his car, "I'm screwed."

Yeah, he was definitely screwed.

The ending feels rushed and it's not good but I hope you still enjoy! love you all :)

[five-rivers]

providence 8

[Prompts used are from @kinglazrus@lexiepiper and @ash-rabbit. Special thanks to @jackdaw-sprite @datawyrms and Lexie for beta and encouragement! You can read the full fic here. Just one more chapter after this!]

Danny wasn’t interested in another round of verbal sparring with the Observants.  Riling them up was fun, but interacting with people who looked down on him that much was exhausting.  It wasn’t like he had extended conversations with his parents while in ghost form, either.  

So, it was time to use Clockwork’s trick.  

Danny floated over the sands of the Great Desert of Time and closed his eyes, reaching for the feeling of falling between and beyond, the feeling of stepping back, past the moment of notice and recognition.  

He’d been practicing.  But he still couldn’t do more than touch that feeling.  He wasn’t going to be able to keep it up the whole way to the Observant’s headquarters.  

He flew away from the desert, then back through the Time Locked Lands.  He stopped by Dora’s island again to orient himself, and let her know he’d gotten what he needed.  Then, he angled himself in the direction of the Observants and shot off, fast as he could, pausing every so often to hide himself again.  

His work paid off when the Observant didn’t come out to intercept him when he neared the building.  The other Observants didn’t seem to see him, either, which was delightful.  Seeing stuff was their whole thing, and they couldn’t see him.  It made him want to giggle.  

He didn’t.  He didn’t think that this trick covered sound.  Although maybe it did.  Sound occurred in time as much as light.  But ghost stuff didn’t always follow what Danny considered logical sense.  

He reached the doors, waited for an Observant to fly through, opening it for him, and slipped in.  Now, where to drop it where the Observants could find it?  Should he stick a note on it?  Or, ooh, he could do some spying.  A bit of payback for how they’d been watching him literally all the time.  

The decor in the halls was eye themed, of course.  The doors had eye shaped windows and keyholes.  The moulding on the walls was sculpted to resemble eyes.  There were actual eyes set into the walls at regular intervals.  They moved, following the Observants as they flew up and down the corridor.  

He trailed after some of them, wanting to see what they were doing, but backed off when they went through doors.  The front door had enough traffic that he could be reasonably sure he could get out, but the smaller doors in the hallways were different.  He didn’t want to get stuck.  

But he did look, leaning around Observants to peer in.  Most of the rooms were quite boring.  Offices, basically.  A small library that Jazz or Ghost Writer probably would have been interested in.  

Other rooms were interesting, if not horrible.  A room full of faintly glowing green and red orbs floating in jars - that Danny only later realized had been solid-colored ghost eyes.  A sort of reverse waterfall.  A series of rectangular pools.  

Most interesting to Danny was a room with a pair of Observants taking notes in front of a time viewer.  The scene on the time viewer was frozen, but Danny could see Clockwork talking to a group of Observants on it.  But that’s all he could see before the door was closed.  

Then, Danny heard raised voices.  Curious, he followed them to a closed door.  

“Clearly not!  If you were, you would still have your eye on him!”  

There was a pause, and Danny wasn’t sure if the person who spoke next was one of the previous speakers or a new one.  Danny might be able to tell the Observants apart by sight, but they all sounded the same to him.  

“This– This idea was doomed to fail from the beginning.  Using the Phantom, the very thing that caused the damage in the first place, is absurd.”

“It is working.  We need only the sand, and there will be a new tool in our hand, one to rival the timekeeper!  And every error we made in making him, we can learn from!”

Danny frowned.  They made Clockwork.  Was he hearing that right?

“We can bind Phantom so thoroughly that he will never rebel as the timekeeper does, and considering the timekeeper’s attachment–  I see him!”

Danny had slipped, falling back into normal, visible, noticeable time, and in the second it took him to realize that the Observants had started converging.  

Naturally, Danny fought.  Dodging, punching, phasing, ice, ectoblast, shield push, swipe, punch, shield again, more ice, invisi– Didn’t work against these guys at all, drop that.  He used the thermos until it was full.  He wailed until he was on the brink of collapse.  He even threw the sand at them and phased through a bunch of walls in human form.  But there were just so many Observants.  

Danny’s head cracked against the hallway floor - which was, oddly enough, linoleum - as Observants piled on top of him.  He snarled and twisted, but he’d been fighting for forever and he couldn’t get free.  He was stuck.  

“How did he sneak past us?”

“How did he sneak past you?  It was your duty to watch him!”

Danny felt a clawed hand pull first at his hair, then his clothing, and he rolled his eyes back as far as he could to see the blurry outline of an Observant -  a new one - poking and prodding at him.  

“Time sand,” said the new Observant, “and the timekeeper’s meddling.  He teaches things he has no business dealing with at all.”

“Look,” said one of the Observants, louder than the others, “my fellows, Observe!  Will we really reject what has been delivered to us, with every component in our hands?”

There was an overwhelming chorus of nos and Danny was carried off.  

.

Danny was stupid.  This was a fact.  He was stupid.  The biggest, dumbest idiot in the entire universe.  Because only a complete moron would have missed that their own name was on the list of things to fetch for the Observants to make their tool.

Not that they’d actually needed anything to make Danny their tool or their fool.  

He twisted in their grip, trying to either break it or bite one of them.  “Let me go!”

“After you agreed to deliver yourself to us?” asked one of the Observants.  “There are few means by which we can affect the world.  We will not so easily give one up.  Especially not when we can remove a danger to the timeline at the same time.”

They entered a room that immediately pinged on Danny’s radar as a torture chamber.  Or, maybe, a vaguely medieval rendition of his parents’ lab.  There was a table in the center, made of stone, with a gutter around the edge that led to the floor and another gutter there, to deal with any liquids that might result from whatever was on the table.  One side of the room was taken up with a sort of forge.  On the walls were racks of implements: knives, scissors, tongs, hammers, saws, straps, wedges, bottles, hammers, and dozens of other things.  The jars Danny had gotten from Pandora rested on a table to the side, along with shining ingots of brass, and the coil of chain he’d put together.  Then, in the corner was something that looked like either a spinning wheel or a hand-crank generator…  With electrodes with hand grips.  

The Observants held Danny down on the table and wrapped the chain around him and the table, securing it through some mechanism Danny couldn’t see– Probably hooks.  He tried to dissolve the ice that held the different segments together, but it didn't respond. Not even when the Observants forced a length of chain between Danny's teeth. 

“A chain,” the Observants intoned, all together, “forged by your own hand, to hold you down.”  

Except, it wasn’t entirely forged by him.  It was mostly made by Clockwork, or if not by him, at least someone other than Danny.  Maybe he could use that.  He started to push the chain around with his tongue, trying to get a weaker link between his teeth.

As he thought that, one Observant flew forward, the box the Skeleton Key was in held in its arms.  Another one, this one with golden trim on their robes, opened the box and took out the key.  They held it in the air, the body of the key parallel to the ground.  

“They Key that can open any lock or door or chest, free any prisoner, pass any test,” intoned the Observant.  “Or close them.”  They twisted the key, and the chains shuddered, shifting, tightening, changing.  

The chain links in his mouth smoothed, flattened, curved, fitting to his teeth and mouth, holding them still.  A similar process occurred where the chains looped around his arms, legs, and neck.  A gag.  Cuffs.  And, although Danny couldn’t see from this angle, from the crunching sounds he suspected that the chains had anchored themselves more firmly in the table, too.  

Well!  This was bad.  

He squirmed and tried to yell, but the chains had much less give in them, now, and the gag meant that he couldn’t manage anything coherent.  

Meanwhile, the Observants were organizing themselves.  The gold-trimmed Observant caught the elbow of one.  Not a random one.  The Observant who had been assigned to Danny.  

“Fetch the viewer,” said the gold-trimmed Observant.  “We will need it for reference.”

“But I am needed here,” protested the first Observant.  

“You have done enough damage.”

“We would not have even had him if not for me!”

“But we do have him.  And so, that part of the task is done.  Go, fetch our reference, so that we can do our work.”

The first Observant grumbled, but left in a swirl of robes.  

There was a burst of heat from near the forge area, and Danny rolled his eyes back to see that the Observants there had poured the water from the Phlegethon into the forge, lighting it.  The jar with the water from the Styx was nearby, the lid still closed.  

As Danny watched, the Observants fed small pieces of wood into the fire with tongs, then, when they were burnt into charcoal, pulled them out to lay them on a nearby table.  Then, he flinched as another Observant started to spin the hand generator, the contraption making a terrible whirring noise.  

After that, though, his attention was taken by Observants closer to him.  They had picked up scissors from the rack of tools, and they started to cut away Danny’s clothes.  He fought this, too, of course he did, flickering from ghost form to human form and back to try and stymie them, but that just prolonged the process.  Eventually, he was left naked on the stone slab, the scar across the center of his chest, the starburst Lichtenberg figure he’d gotten from the Accident, easily visible.  

Then, the first Observant wheeled in the time viewer Danny had seen earlier, still fixed on the scene of Clockwork speaking to a group of Observants, and everyone in the room paused, looking at it.  The gold-trimmed Observant flew over to it and made a few adjustments, making the scene move, then fast-forward, until it was flying by faster than Danny could process.  It slowed again to show Danny a room not unlike the one he was in, with one important difference.  

It was Clockwork on the table.  

It was Clockwork, a past Clockwork, one who didn’t have a clock in his chest or a scar over his eye.

As Danny - and the Observants - watched, the Observants in the time viewer took the charcoal from their fires, crushed it, and mixed it with a little of the water from the Styx before using it to paint symbols on Clockwork’s skin.  The Observants in the room - the real, current Observants - started to do the same thing.  

Except, of course, that after they dipped their brushes in the simple ink, they painted the symbols on Danny’s skin.  He shivered away from their touch.  The better portion of the ink had just been in a fire.  It shouldn’t be so cold.  

He kept an eye on the viewer.  It only gave him a few minutes of warning, but that was better than nothing.  

Or, maybe it wasn’t, as he saw the Observants put the electrodes from the hand crank generator on the top of Clockwork’s head and on the corner of his jaw, and shock him again, and again, and again, until the fractal scar across his face and through his eye was etched deep and black.

 An Observant moved into his line of sight, jar of time sand in hand, and sprinkled a pinch of it into each of his eyes.  They rubbed it in with their thumbs, despite Danny's thrashing.

“Across the chest for this one, I think,” said the gold-trimmed Observant.  

“But–” started the first Observant.  

“It is not traditional,” said the gold-trimmed Observant, “but it will intersect his death scar, and the mechanism.  We will have more control.”  He gestured to someone behind Danny, all the other Observants stepped away, and that was all the warning he got before one cold electrode touched his shoulder, and the other touched his hip.  

Danny was no stranger to being electrocuted. The blast that had half-killed him in the portal had been mostly electricity.  Vlad, Skulker, and Technus all liked using electrical attacks.  For that matter, so did Valerie.  Getting strapped into an electric torture machine by your ex was sure an experience. 

But all of those experiences, bad as they were,  had the advantage of being short.  This wasn't. It went on, and on, forcing Danny's back to arch and jaw to clench until he was almost glad for the gag, because it meant that instead of his teeth cracking, the metal did. 

He lay on the stone table, panting, not seeing, not hearing.  Observants rushed around him, painting lines and symbols on his skin.  

The metal had cracked. 

Surreptitiously, hoping the Observants wouldn't notice, Danny rotated his wrist, feeling for the nearest chain.  Yes, here, too, a weaker link was beginning to separate under the strain.  

If he could pull harder–

He flinched at the sound of a hammer coming down behind him, and the world rushed back in.  The Observants were talking to one another, and while their voices still sounded distant and muffled, he was able to catch snippets.  They were starting to melt the sand into glass and make gears from the metal Danny had provided.  He could hear the hissing steam of the individual gears being quenched and the roar of the fire.  

Danny tried not to think about it.  He had to focus on getting away, because with the cracks in the metal, Danny could get away.  He had a plan.  He'd pull the chains until they snapped, lunge for the time viewer, turn the dial that changed the time - he was pretty sure it was set to follow Clockwork, so he wouldn't change that - and then jump through.  

(It wasn't a very good plan.)

The Observant holding the now mostly-empty jar of sand returned, and sprinkled the remnants all over Danny's body, where the grains stuck in his sweat and tears.  Another followed behind them, making precise measurements of Danny's chest.  The hammering continued, rhythmic, steady. 

Danny bit at the gag and pulled at the chains.  He had no idea how much progress he was making, and could only hope that the Observants wouldn't notice. 

The hammering stopped.  Danny glanced up at the viewer to see that Clockwork's chest had been opened, and the past Observants were busy filling him with gears. 

He wasn't anywhere near ready to break away yet.  The chains still held strong.  He still tried.  The Observants didn’t even notice.  

Danny wondered, which of the knives would they use to cut him open?  There were so many options, and he hadn’t seen what they used on Clockwork.  

The gold-trimmed Observant held the Skeleton Key again.  But he wasn’t holding it steady in the air.  No, he had it perpendicular to the ground and over Danny’s chest, centered on his scar.  

His scar, which was now struck through by a new lightning bolt, which had been painted with strange lines and what looked troublingly like a keyhole.  

The key touched ink and charred flesh, then sunk in.  There was resistance.  His bone and muscle moved oddly as the key passed through, as if his body were trying to provide a real, functional lock for the key to open.  A white line of pain crawled along his skin, describing a rectangle, then pierced deep into his flesh.  The sound that came out of Danny's throat wasn't human, but that was honestly the most normal thing about the situation. 

The Observant turned the key, and bone tumblers fell into place.  Danny's chest opened.  

(This was only a few steps removed from Danny's worst nightmare.  If the people involved were only a little different–)

(Small mercies.)

He needed to–  He needed–  He needed to keep pulling on the chains, needed to break them, so he could get away, but opened like this, he’d gone limp, his muscles refusing to clench.  

But he had to.  He had to.  

(They were doing something inside his chest.  Moving things.  Putting things in.  Cold things.)

(He couldn’t pay attention to that now.)

He needed to bite, to pull, to hide those movements as general arching away from pain, and there was certainly a lot of that.  

He needed, he needed–

The metal of the gag creaked, and then gave, all at once, the snap loud enough to be heard over the murmuring conversation of the Observants.  

The room went silent.  

Danny, operating on instinct and suppressed panic, swung his hand up, and that weakened link broke with a tiny tink.  The– the door the Skeleton Key had turned the front of his chest into flapped sickeningly as he rolled to pull his other arm free.  Before he could get his feet loose, the Observants pushed him back to the table, but a gear, heavy, metal, and about an inch wider than his spread hand, fell out of his chest, and Danny grabbed it, cracking the nearest Observant across the face.  

The Observant screamed, clutching their eye, and Danny could somehow feel their time unraveling, unwinding.  It wasn’t a good feeling.  

Danny brought the gear down on the chains at his feet, and they snapped with a shower of sparks.  He threw himself at the time viewer, and smacked another Observant with the gear (should he be touching it, if it was doing something like that to them?) when it got in his way.  

Something struck him against the back of his head, and he started to slump, before rallying.  He wouldn’t have another chance.  He knew that.  He grabbed the edge of the time viewer with one hand and pulled himself through.  

(He’d forgotten something in his plan, he was sure.  He just wasn’t sure what.)

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Hey, so umm I have no comments on this other than I missed them and I had bad thoughts yesterday that I needed to share. This is after the after, an epilogueX2 if you must. I literally wrote it at work last night so please excuse any spelling or grammar errors and enjoy!

Pairing: Jake Kiszka X Danny Wagner *sugary sweet slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only please! No minors! Heavily inspired by that insta pic, domestic bliss, kids, Dad Jake AU, Dad Danny AU, smut including: kissing, fantasizing, hand jobs, and lots of fluff

Word count: 1.8k

“Wow, you really went all out didn’t you?” Danny awed at the shiny black metal and flashy golden suspensions. Jake was grinning ear to ear as he scooted his bottom further up the leather seat so he could reach the handlebars. “You gonna take her for a spin?”

The look in Jake’s eye was unmistakable, Danny had the same when he’d gotten his first bike- if you could even call what this was simply a bike. No, you really couldn’t. This was a full fledged motorcycle straight from the front cover of a magazine and hand picked directly from the display room in downtown Nash.

“No, Stella will be up soon” Jake replied, trying and failing to hide his overwhelming excitement.

“And? I’ll be here, you go. Dinner needs to get started anyways”.

“Yeah?” Jake didn’t want to immediately accept the offer, but he couldn’t deny that he felt the strong pull of the open road. “I don’t want to be gone long. Maybe just up the street and back”.

After years of experience Danny knew that wouldn’t be enough, so he wracked his brain for a quick excuse to give Jake so he would take his time and enjoy himself for once. “You know, I think we used the last of the milk for Luna’s cereal this morning and I promised her after dinner we would use that ice cream maker Sam got her for her birthday”.

“So, I need to go to the store?”

Jake was already starting to swing his leg around the seat to jump off, but Danny quickly ran over and cupped his cheek tenderly. “For some milk, that’s it. The store is just a couple of blocks”. He glanced down at the matching black leather bag with the letters ‘JTK’ embroidered on the side that he had gifted Jake after learning about his growing shared passion for two wheels. “You can put it in your saddle bag”.

A smile warmed Jake’s beautifully crafted features again and he leaned in to press a grateful kiss to Danny’s too-tempting lips. “Ok, I’ll be back soon”.

“I’m already looking forward to it”. Danny smiled back, giving him one more peck before retrieving his helmet.

Danny watched with pride overflowing from his heart as Jake slowly backed out of the driveway and lifted his boots onto the foot rests as he gained speed down the street.

“Danny!” Luna called from the front door just as Jake disappeared into the distance. “Stella is up!”

“Alright Lulu, want to help me get your sister changed and dinner started?”

“Can I play chef?” She eagerly asked, having also picked up a new hobby of loving to cook like her Dad.

“Of course,” Danny replied as he took her hand and led her back into the house towards the nursery. “You’re the best cook in the house, just don’t tell Daddy I said that”.

“I won’t” she giggled and they both went into Stella’s room to get her up from her nap.

When Jake returned home he made sure his new motorcycle was put up in the garage, entering through the side door that led into the mudroom just down the hall from the kitchen. He rounded the corner, gallon of milk in hand, and was stopped dead in his tracks by the picture revealed before him.

Luna was in her frilly pink apron with her long chocolate hair pulled into a bun, standing on her stepping stool as she worked a ball of dough into some flour on the counter. Danny was standing beside her, chopping various vegetables next to a pile of shredded cheese.

Criss crossed around his back was a light teal colored wrap and Danny bounced up and down softly on the balls of his feet as he hummed along to the song playing in the background. “What do my moon and star think? More mushrooms?” Danny asked Luna and placed a kiss to the stop of Stella’s head.

“Eww, mushroos are nasty” Luna retorted with a scrunched up nose that was lightly dusted with flour.

“Yeah you’re right, but your Daddy loves them and we love your Daddy so we’re cutting some up for him”.

Luna took a second look, side-eying the work Danny had done with careful calculation. “It’s enough” she determined and Danny took her assessment by moving on to the next item that needed chopping.

“I’m back” Jake finally spoke up after thoroughly enjoying watching that whole interaction from behind, but now he wanted to join. He put the milk away and leaned over to see if there was anything he could help with. “What’s all this?”

“Well, we thought the sauce you made last night would be good on pizza, so we’re making pizzas” Danny answered, shushing and swaying his hips when Stella started to fuss.

“I’m making the crust!” Luna excitedly chimed in, showing Jake her dough covered fingers.

“I see that, and you’re doing a great job! Do you want help rolling it out onto the pan?”

Luna nodded, and Jake moved over to the cabinet where they kept all their pots and pans to pull out the pizza dishes. “Here, you need some more flour” he explained, dusting more onto the counter after washing his hands and rolling up his sleeves.

The dishes were put away, well at least rinsed off and loaded into the dishwasher to be run when it was full, and both kids were bathed and in bed by ten o’clock.

“How’s Josh?” Danny asked, powering his laptop down and placing it on his bedside table now that Jake was joining him in bed. “Loving married life yet?”

“I’m surprised they actually came back home. I mean who takes a three month honeymoon? They must be exhausted”. Jake pulled the covers back, smelling the fresh scent of laundry detergent on the sheets, Danny must’ve washed them. Speaking of exhaustion he was dead beat after the week he’d had, the last of his adrenaline from getting his new bike today wearing off as he slipped into the warm comfort of his bed. It didn’t even cross his mind how his comment could’ve been taken differently than he’d intended.

“Hmm, I don’t know” Danny mused as his hands searched for Jake’s form under the covers and pulled him closer. “I think if we had three months away together, alone in bnbs all across Europe, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself”.

Jake’s cheeks painted red as he realized what he’d said, and he twisted his fingers into the curls at the base of Danny’s neck as their legs tangled together so they could fit their bodies even closer.

“I can picture it now, you lounging in front of a balcony window in the Italian countryside, fresh grapes from the vineyard outside sitting on the windowsill”. Danny ran his fingers up Jake’s side as he spoke in a hushed tone, leaving goosebumps behind in their trace. “Skin glowing golden in the sunshine. I can’t even look away”.

“Am I sitting naked in front of an open window?” Jake teased, though in all honestly he was starting to get worked up by the fantasy filling his mind as well.

“Why not? It’s Europe” Danny grinned then moved to run his lips along Jake’s neck next.

“If I’m naked then you’re naked too”. Jake revealed his own version of their little dream as he tugged on Danny’s roots. “You’re laying in the bed. There’s a sea of white cotton sheets surrounding you, and I can smell the expresso from the cafe below us”.

“Smells divine” Danny mouthed against his jaw, working his way up to his ear where he nibbled slightly on the lobe. “Bet it tastes divine too”.

Jake shuddered against Danny’s chest, their shared arousal growing more and more evident. “Why don’t you give it a try and see?” He baited, his lips parting as a soft moan slipped between their pillowy hold when Danny gripped his hip and started to grind their fronts together.

With his mouth left slightly open Danny took the opportunity to dive right in, their tongues flicking together in a passionate dance.

“Mmm Danny, I can’t” Jake panted when he got a chance to catch his breath, and Danny pulled away to give him a bit of space.

“Are you too tired? Do you want to just go to sleep?”

“No!” Jake hurriedly rushed out a little louder than he’d anticipated. “No, I just know I’m not going to last long. I’ve been wanting you so bad”.

Danny rolled over and repositioned himself on top of Jake, using one hand planted firmly next to his head to hold himself up, and the other slipped between their bodies to pull both of their sleep pants down just enough to wrap his long fingers around their combined lengths. “Will this be enough for now?” He questioned, giving an explanatory tug that had Jake arching his back up off the mattress.

“Fuck. Yes anything, just do it quick”.

Danny nodded in understanding and began to stroke harder and faster, stopping for only a few seconds to spit into his palm and returned just when Jake started to cry in pent up frustration.

Their breaths synched up, chests heaving in exertion as Danny rolled his hips for more friction and Jake clawed at his back while the coil in his groin wound tightly with each pump of Danny’s fist.

The moment felt like an eternity, their brains fogged with lust slowing time when in reality it was only minutes until Jake was spilling onto his stomach followed shortly by Danny’s release as well.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back”. Careful not to jostle anything too much, Danny removed the blanket that had pooled around his waist and crawled out of bed. He came back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and cleaned their mess up, lifting the waistband of Jake’s pants back up to their respectful place and pressed a kiss to his hip bone.

“I feel like I could sleep for ages” Jake sighed into Danny’s chest after he’d slipped back under the covers and tucked them in for the night.

“Get some rest love,” Danny urged, he himself feeling close to a long sleep as well. Or at least as long as the kids would allow them.

“You know, a get away sounds fantastic” he voiced, unsure if Jake was even still awake to hear him until the arm around his waist tightened. “But honestly? I think I’d miss the girls too much”.

Jake chuckled softly and pressed one more kiss to his shoulder. “Maybe just a weekend to the coast then sometime?” He lightheartedly suggested instead. “But I’d miss them too”.

The two of them laid there quietly as the night drew on. There were no more words spoken, but nothing new needed to be said. It was evident by the smile on both of their faces as sleep took over and carried them off into another fantastical dream that by morning time, everything would be just as they wished.

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[impyssadobsessions]

Your Halfa!Dash AU is really interesting. Can we please see his ghost form? Or like, get a description of it. Also, does Sam and Tucker ever find out the truth? Would love to see their reaction and what they decide to do(can totally see them helping out). Lastly, what does the town call ghost-form Dash? Do they call him Invisbill? Phantom? Or does he go by something else entirely?

Actually I have more Posts on Halfa!Dash AU~ One with the ghost form. I'll post all the links to everything that has Halfa Dash that I've done. Sam and Tucker find out later, though at first they're hurt that Danny spending more time with Dash. Then they think Dash is blackmailing Danny, especially when they hear from Jazz about them "dating". Jazz didn't know they didn't know and they kind of pieced it together what little she slipped. They definitely do help out.. though threaten Dash that they'll be the one he has to worry about ripping him apart if anything happens to Danny. Despite Danny having explained the situation. I haven't thought of a name much. BullRush maybe? But it might be more of an attack he names. It won't be phantom. Though can see Danny suggest it or mutters what he would have named himself LOL Because I can see Dash having different sets of powers and a different core than Danny. Very reliant on his strength and speed. Not so much on his aim. Good thing Danny learns how to shoot the ghost blaster. Though he has some trial and error too. He just can't help but help. (He will be spicy about it though) And since Dash NEEDS Danny he has to work on his temper. Danny does push his limits with it sometimes because he knows he has the upper hand. He does get karma for it because it does go too far at one point. Oooo what if that karma is Spectre and Dash is so depressed.. Jazz even points out Danny is being too spiteful. So Danny has to comfort Dash so he can save his sister and the school. Dash like y'know what.. I'd probably done worse. "You have." "....I thought this was about making me feel better, Fenton." "It is, but I'm not going to lie. You're better than you use to be. Funny enough, I think its pretty common for death defying experiences to change someone's life.. or after life... or something like that. Jazz is better at explaining it-" "JAZZ!!!" (remembers she's in danger)

[bookoftheironfist]

    In which all of the comics fans who spent this whole episode going “Heal her, dummy! Heal her!” are finally rewarded! What a great reveal this is. I mentioned in an earlier post that this season did not dig very deep into the Iron Fist power-set, but it did give us two key components: the punching and the healing, and since the healing is much less famous than the punching, it was hugely exciting to see it spotlighted in this climactic moment. 

    In the comics, pre-Immortal Iron Fist Danny was, relatively speaking, an untrained Iron Fist-- which is to say that he didn’t know about a lot of the things that the chi of Shou-Lao could do. This wasn’t really his fault, as his predecessor, Orson Randall (who we will get to next episode!) took with him the source of that knowledge, the Book of the Iron Fist, when he ran away from K’un-Lun. Both 616 and MCU Danny are forced to learn a lot of the business of being the Iron Fist through lived experience, trial-and-error, and sometimes just by accident. 

The circumstances in which Danny discovers his healing powers in the comics are different than in the MCU, but equally desperate: he gets caught in a collapsing building and finds himself trapped in the rubble, dying from his injuries. On the edge of unconsciousness and hallucinating, he receives some vital information from the image of his uncle, Nu-An, the Yu-Ti of K’un-Lun: 

Nu-An: “Save yourself, young dragon!” Danny: “H-how?!” Nu-An: “The power lies within you, as it always has, nephew. The legacy of Shao-Lao can heal as well as kill... The Iron Fist is not a weapon--it is a force of will...and used properly, it can accomplish...miracles.” Iron Fist vol. 1 #4 by Chris Claremont, John Byrne, Janice Cohen, Frank Chiaramonte, and John Costanza

    Danny’s first healing experience is extremely painful and exhausting, but it works. He survives. Over time, he grows more comfortable with using the dragon chi in this way, and after his power-up in Immortal Iron Fist he is able to do so casually, whenever he needs to, for both himself and others.  

Lei Kung: “Daniel?” Danny: “Hunh...I healed without even thinking of it. And I don’t feel drained at all.” Immortal Iron Fist #8 by Ed Brubaker, Matt Fraction, David Aja, and Matt Hollingsworth

Danny: “Your doctors did most of the hard work weeks ago... All I’m doing...is focusing your chi a bit...” Dakota: “...Whoa...” Danny: “...To speed up your natural healing process.” Daredevil vol. 2 #111 by Ed Brubaker, Clay Mann, Matt Hollingsworth, Stefano Gaudiano, and Chris Eliopoulos

    MCU Danny is at much the same state of training as pre-Immortal Iron Fist 616 Danny, and I love that his effort at healing Colleen is clearly painful for both of them, reflecting that early power level and lack of experience. And the fact that Danny just passes the heck out afterward and is unconscious for the rest of the episode means a lot to me.  

    (There is a great issue of Heroes for Hire volume 1 in which a desperate, pre-Immortal power-level Danny heals Luke from life-threatening injuries and nearly kills himself in the process. Obviously, this is not on the same level as that, but it has a similar flavor.)  

    While this is all very exciting for geeky reasons, it is also a major plot point. After being teased as Colleen’s mysterious sensei earlier in the season, here Bakuto swoops in to save the day...much to the annoyance of Madame Gao, who is pissed that he’s muscling in on her Iron Fist manipulation efforts. And not only does Bakuto help, he knows about the Iron Fist-- including details that even Danny doesn’t know. That is hugely significant, a mystery that leads us directly into the next episode...

[I’ve been going through and providing in-depth commentary on Iron Fist season 1. Look here for all of the posts so far!]

[lewispullmanitws]

‘Lessons in Chemistry’ Star Lewis Pullman on Breaking Out of His Comfort Zone And Becoming a Twitter Crush

The actor plays Calvin Evans, renowned chemistry researcher and love interest to Brie Larson’s Elizabeth Zott.

Open up X (formerly known as Twitter), search for “Lessons in Chemistry,” scroll for a bit, and a few patterns will begin to emerge. The first is that the television adaptation’s rabid fan base — it’s based on Bonnie Garmus’ 2022 novel, which was a No. 1 New York Times best-seller — is really smitten with Lewis Pullman. The internet is all but flooded with fan-cam-style tributes to the actor and his portrayal of Calvin Evans, renowned chemistry researcher and love interest to Brie Larson’s Elizabeth Zott. The actor signed on to the project, which Larson optioned before the book hit shelves, just as the novel’s popularity was kicking off, so he wasn’t yet aware what proverbially large shoes he would be filling. But he says he still felt the weight of the role. “I actually didn’t audition for this, which is scary,” he says. “If you don’t audition, you wonder, ‘Gosh, what are they imagining that I’m going to do?’ Like, ‘Holy shit, I hope your confidence in me is correct.’ ”

Pullman is in the middle of a very fruitful period. After making his feature film debut in 2017’s The Ballad of Lefty Brown, he followed up with roles in Bad Times at the El Royale, George Clooney’s Hulu adaptation of Catch-22, and, most notably, joined Tom Cruise, Miles Teller and Glen Powell in Top Gun: Maverick. He’s calling in to this interview from Hoboken, New Jersey, where he’s on the set of a project that he’ll shoot right up until his planned Christmas family vacation in Montana, where his father, Bill Pullman, lived before pursuing an acting career.

The other thing that everyone (on the Internet, at least) is talking about is the slight continuity error in Lessons in Chemistry: Six-Thirty, Elizabeth Zott’s beloved dog, is played by a Goldendoodle. Though the show takes place in the 1950s, the breed didn’t start appear until the 1990s. The discrepancy is something that Pullman also relates back to the weight of taking on a project like this. “There’s a danger and a beauty of adapting a novel,” he says. “People fall in love with these books and everything about them becomes important [to those people].” He says that the dog was simply the best actor for the job, and the team hoped audiences would be able to see that. “He was so cute and extremely skilled, so you’re like okay, maybe people will focus more on the fact that he’s able to emote well,” he says with a laugh. “He was a bit of a genius.”  

Here, Pullman talks to THR about the show’s decision to expand the character of Calvin, the inevitable comparisons to his actor father, and how he’s keeping busy off the set.

We were originally supposed to do this profile in August. How would you describe your strike experience?

I was just talking to my friend Glen Powell about this exact thing. We were like, we’re so glad to be working because I never learned to be idle very well. Having a sole, singular purpose is the easiest thing for me. But instead I did a bunch of stuff. I did a play with my friend Sean Sipos from Outer Range; we were shooting this last season in Santa Fe and we decided a crazy idea would be to put up a two-man play at the same time. We lived together and worked on it, its’ called A Steady Rain by Keith Huff. When the SAG strike hit, we decided to do it again. I also did what many actors did and started a production company and a podcast.

I didn’t know you started a podcast! This is why you need social media — to announce things like this.

Me and my friends Danny Ramirez and Greg Tarzan Davis — two other Top Gun boys — started it together. We wanted to call itKnowledge Heist but that title was taken; basically, we all have a really strong rapport but are very different guys, so the idea was to sit down together with great minds we’ve had the chance to meet over the years and steal all their golden nuggets of wisdom. It’s like Smartless, but less smart. And less funny. (Laughs)

You mentioned not being able to be idle. Do you think you learned or retained any element of being comfortable in slowness during the pandemic? Could you apply that during this latest work stoppage?

I really was like cool, we’re fucking ready for this. We’re prepared. And then when [the work stoppage] happened it felt like there was nothing in my muscle memory. I felt like I had to re-learn how to use an abundance of time. It was interesting to have to get creative, though, to find ways to be useful within the restraints we had.

How do you choose your roles? 

I think it isn’t until recently that I’ve started to be able to have the privilege to be more specific about the direction I lean in with my acting roles. For so long you take what you can get. I was lucky that what I was getting was interesting, and was alongside incredible people. But I do feel I was stuck in this world of being the more nervous, meek, shy guy. I can relate to that, because I grew up like that. But I’ve also grown out of that so I wanted to break out of that and be able to explore characters or roles that scare me. Any job that has taught me the most has always been the one that I initially thought I couldn’t pull off. I’ve found that fear emulsifies into an energy that forces me to discover a different sliver of myself. A sliver that maybe I never knew was lying dormant in me.

I’m about to do a thing that I hate being done to me, which is questioning something you’ve said about yourself. But, were you actually meek?

I was very shy. I was a very socially anxious guy. I also loved people, so there was a weird contradiction. I loved my family and my community. It’s a cliché, but when I discovered acting in high school, it was very terrifying and humbling at first but then I felt this extreme weightlessness. I’d burst the ceiling of discomfort so everything else feels menial in comparison. It helped me to feel more comfortable operating in the world.

Were you kept at a distance from your dad’s career, then?

He kept it very separate so that we could have a somewhat normal upbringing. There was always an element of mystery behind his career. We were a very creative family, everyone is in the arts to some degree, but we weren’t allowed to watch TV. We could pick one or two movies every weekend, so it became a ritual where we came together to watch and would have conversations about it afterwards. Then I eventually went on a deep dive and watched all of my dad’s movies — ones I had been too young to see, or the smaller films — and we entered this phase of being able to talk to each other about his movies. It opened up this whole other part of his life that I hadn’t been privy to. And of course then when I got to college and could watch TV whenever I wanted, that just blows your brain up. That and sugary cereals — I really exhausted them in abundance once I was an independent man.

Have you seen the comparisons online between you and your dad’s work in While You Were Sleeping?

I haven’t. I love to hear that. I mean, these two characters are so vastly different. But I can appreciate how much of my dad — and my mom — I’ve got in me. We have our shared mannerisms and our own vernacular. I’m honored to be compared to him, because that movie’s one of my favorites. 

What do you have most in common with Calvin? 

His awkwardness was something that was easy for me to sink into. And he’s not very articulate in expressing his emotions, which I can relate to — the shutting down, or finding yourself mute when you’re experiencing a new emotion.

What were you going off of when you said yes?

I had the first two episodes. They of course ended up changing quite a bit. But I knew it was a very rich character – I really wanted to clarify what Calvin’s role was in the larger story and how the role services the journey of Brie’s character. One thing that was a deterrent initially was all the science jargon. That was one of my worst subjects in school. And I felt like I had to understand it all in order to perform it. We had these really awesome experts on set and I asked them to explain it all to me like I was a five-year-old. For Brie, I was convinced that it came easily to her and she understood every ounce of what was occurring on the show. I couldn’t even remember what ions were.

Were you involved in the conversations around tweaking the story to allow the character of Calvin to be in more episodes?

That was just a really great piece of news I received. I already felt lucky to be in even two episodes. It’s funny, I watched it all recently and to see that whole episode about Calvin was scary for me. But Lee [Eisenberg, the showrunner] was adamant that we learn about him and that it helps inform Elizabeth. The rest of the episodes I would just pop in as a physicalization of Elizabeth’s grief. There was a lot of joking around on set that I was playing a ghost all of a sudden. I’d just show up from around a corner. Like, what was I doing? Was I just out in space?

Did it feel hard to sit on the sidelines as this show was premiering?

To a certain degree, doing press can offer good closure for a project. You’re able to talk about it and release it into the world. But it’s also not Calvin’s story, it’s Elizabeth’s. So I was like, let’s just let it live and not get in the way. That was a relief in some ways. 

[al-n-cartoons]

I drew this one a few days ago and never posted it for reasons I forget.

Here's the current reference sheet for the Ben of A Story Told. He has about a million different pseudo names (his friends generally call xer “Benj” or “Benja” whereas xer coworkers and family call him “Ben” or “Benjamin”). His hero name is “Ten Speed”, which he came up with at the age of ten for an email address and it he never outgrew it. His car is called it, his username is it, xe has tried to ‘anonymously’ use it to fly under the radar (and failed fantastically but xe was a child so it's to be expected).

Xe is closeted in public, around family, and just generally when in xer home dimension bit is openly omnigender and poly outside of it. Xer longest standing relationship is a comet with a rock musician in Danny's hometown.

He's not too crazy about dresses (and prefers pants) but does enjoy them on occasion. His preferred style is more geared towards athletic and loose.

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His Omnitrix scrambled out of its outer casing when he was about ten years old but it went unnoticed until he tried to take it off. Without the outer casing's hardware, xe was unable to control/select xer form nor acquire easy charge. Xe went on to wear the casing sparsely, mostly just to keep the Omnitrix from putting a drain on his body. Transforming without the outer casing is difficult to do on command and near impossible to get right.

The Ultimatrix was supposed to replace the Omnitrix and correct the old programming. The Omnitrix makes the very mature and not tantrum-like decision to cannibalize the Ultimatrix from the inside out, using its parts for replacements and rewiring the Ultimatrix to suite its needs.

The latest edition of the Omnitrix is an attempt to compromise with the original, or so Ben was told. In actuality, it was a failed attempt to deactivate the Omnitrix and replace it with something closer to the intended design. Azmuth might have outdone himself in designing the original's AI…

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Through trial and error, Benj found a secondary source of power for the Omnitrix so as to keep it from making him sick. At the same time, he learned that he can do and tolerate certain things previously believed exclusive to energy beings. This is how xe was able to get xer ectotattoos; a kind of body art practiced by ghosts and halfas. Eyed viewers might notice that Left and Right are labeled in this image. I a, certain that the artist did not get those confused several times over and that her immense decisiveness will not cause the design and placement of the tattoos to fluctuate across art pieces.

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A decision from Rex in a desperate situation led to the Omnitrix's parameters to be irreversibly broadened. Whereas before it had cared only about protection of its data and a baseline frequency of transformations, now it monitors its host's (Benj's) vitals. A risk to Ben is a risk to the system; the Omnitrix must now generate defensive and offensive mechanisms for their shared wellbeing.

The amulet was a last ditch attempt to appease the Omnitrix after a freak accident lands Ben in an intensive care unit.

[danniswrites]

Danger Service! - Part 36 Alien Slime, Jane Genius! (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1516635833-danger-service-part-36-alien-slime-jane-genius?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=DannisWrites 

This episode has everything you ever wanted to know about the fine art of Zheien bathing. Hint: Don’t take off your clothes! They bathe in public! Gasp!

 They all froze and looked at the camera. "Danger Service!" We are brave, we are bold We do what we are told And sometimes we are sold into slavery! Several of them were dragged offscreen, some by their feet. But we work really hard To think of things that people need And we write them in provisions For all the Seven's traders So that everybody eats! Satire of Diplomatic Service, from Dannis Cole's fiction universe. Coming soon to YouTube...uh, when I learn Unreal Engine 5. At this rate, it might just be Unreal Engine 22 by the time I get anything done...for now, here are episodes from random, unpublished stories. The picture is Diplomat Dashing, an Elshar diplomat, saying, "Oh, no! Am I missing a pin? Habis maif!" His sash is purple because he doesn't know how to prog his clothing former. Advisors in Sigan Mas, a school that's a galaxy, stay up late at night to figure out errors the producers of Danger Service can stick in an episode for diplomatic students to find. For example, barren Elshar Mashai, capital world of the Alliance, is a treeless, sandy world but for a tiny region of farms. Episodes will show Georgia red mud, rain, and pine trees. Or items made of wood, which is very rare on Elshar worlds!

[jcmarchi]

Is this the future of fashion?

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Is this the future of fashion?

Until recently, bespoke tailoring — clothing made to a customer’s individual specifications — was the only way to have garments that provided the perfect fit for your physique. For most people, the cost of custom tailoring is prohibitive. But the invention of active fibers and innovative knitting processes is changing the textile industry.

“We all wear clothes and shoes,” says Sasha MicKinlay MArch ’23, a recent graduate of the MIT Department of Architecture. “It’s a human need. But there’s also the human need to express oneself. I like the idea of customizing clothes in a sustainable way. This dress promises to be more sustainable than traditional fashion to both the consumer and the producer.”

McKinlay is a textile designer and researcher at the Self-Assembly Lab who designed the 4D Knit Dress with Ministry of Supply, a fashion company specializing in high-tech apparel. The dress combines several technologies to create personalized fit and style. Heat-activated yarns, computerized knitting, and robotic activation around each garment generates the sculpted fit. A team at Ministry of Supply led the decisions on the stable yarns, color, original size, and overall design.

“Everyone’s body is different,” says Skylar Tibbits, associate professor in the Department of Architecture and founder of the Self-Assembly Lab. “Even if you wear the same size as another person, you’re not actually the same.”

4D Knit Dress: Transforming Style Video: Self-Assembly Lab

Active textiles

Students in the Self-Assembly Lab have been working with dynamic textiles for several years. The yarns they create can change shape, change property, change insulation, or become breathable. Previous applications to tailor garments include making sweaters and face masks. Tibbits says the 4D Knit Dress is a culmination of everything the students have learned from working with active textiles.

McKinlay helped produce the active yarns, created the concept design, developed the knitting technique, and programmed the lab’s industrial knitting machine. Once the garment design is programmed into the machine, it can quickly produce multiple dresses. Where the active yarns are placed in the design allows for the dress to take on a variety of styles such as pintucks, pleats, an empire waist, or a cinched waist.

“The styling is important,” McKinlay says. “Most people focus on the size, but I think styling is what sets clothes apart. We’re all evolving as people, and I think our style evolves as well. After fit, people focus on personal expression.”

Danny Griffin MArch ’22, a current graduate student in architectural design, doesn’t have a background in garment making or the fashion industry. Tibbits asked Griffin to join the team due to his experience with robotics projects in construction. Griffin translated the heat activation process into a programmable robotic procedure that would precisely control its application.

“When we apply heat, the fibers shorten, causing the textile to bunch up in a specific zone, effectively tightening the shape as if we’re tailoring the garment,” says Griffin. “There was a lot of trial and error to figure out how to orient the robot and the heat gun. The heat needs to be applied in precise locations to activate the fibers on each garment. Another challenge was setting the temperature and the timing for the heat to be applied.”

It took a while to determine how the robot could reach all areas of the dress.

“We couldn’t use a commercial heat gun — which is like a handheld hair dryer — because they’re too large,” says Griffin. “We needed a more compact design. Once we figured it out, it was a lot of fun to write the script for the robot to follow.”

A dress can begin with one design — pintucks across the chest, for example — and be worn for months before having heat re-applied to alter its look. Subsequent applications of heat can tailor the dress further.

Beyond fit and fashion

Efficiently producing garments is a “big challenge” in the fashion industry, according to Gihan Amarasiriwardena ’11, the co-founder and president of Ministry of Supply.

“A lot of times you’ll be guessing what a season’s style is,” he says. “Sometimes the style doesn’t do well, or some sizes don’t sell out. They may get discounted very heavily or eventually they end up going to a landfill.”

“Fast fashion” is a term that describes clothes that are inexpensive, trendy, and easily disposed of by the consumer. They are designed and produced quickly to keep pace with current trends. The 4D Knit Dress, says Tibbits, is the opposite of fast fashion. Unlike the traditional “cut-and-sew” process in the fashion industry, the 4D Knit Dress is made entirely in one piece, which virtually eliminates waste.

“From a global standpoint, you don’t have tons of excess inventory because the dress is customized to your size,” says Tibbits.

McKinlay says she hopes use of this new technology will reduce the amount of waste in inventory that retailers usually have at the end of each season.

“The dress could be tailored in order to adapt to these changes in styles and tastes,” she says. “It may also be able to absorb some of the size variations that retailers need to stock. Instead of extra-small, small, medium, large, and extra-large sizes, retailers may be able to have one dress for the smaller sizes and one for the larger sizes. Of course, these are the same sustainability points that would benefit the consumer.”

The Self-Assembly Lab has collaborated with Ministry of Supply on projects with active textiles for several years. Late last year, the team debuted the 4D Knit Dress at the company’s flagship store in Boston, complete with a robotic arm working its way around a dress as customers watched. For Amarasiriwardena, it was an opportunity to gauge interest and receive feedback from customers interested in trying the dress on.

“If the demand is there, this is something we can create quickly” unlike the usual design and manufacturing process, which can take years, says Amarasiriwardena.

Griffin and McKinlay were on hand for the demonstration and pleased with the results. For Griffin, with the “technical barriers” overcome, he sees many different avenues for the project.

“This experience leaves me wanting to try more,” he says.

McKinlay too would love to work on more styles.

“I hope this research project helps people rethink or reevaluate their relationship with clothes,” says McKinlay. “Right now when people purchase a piece of clothing it has only one ‘look.’ But, how exciting would it be to purchase one garment and reinvent it to change and evolve as you change or as the seasons or styles change? I’m hoping that’s the takeaway that people will have.”

[sunaleisocial]

Is this the future of fashion?

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Is this the future of fashion?

Until recently, bespoke tailoring — clothing made to a customer’s individual specifications — was the only way to have garments that provided the perfect fit for your physique. For most people, the cost of custom tailoring is prohibitive. But the invention of active fibers and innovative knitting processes is changing the textile industry.

“We all wear clothes and shoes,” says Sasha MicKinlay MArch ’23, a recent graduate of the MIT Department of Architecture. “It’s a human need. But there’s also the human need to express oneself. I like the idea of customizing clothes in a sustainable way. This dress promises to be more sustainable than traditional fashion to both the consumer and the producer.”

McKinlay is a textile designer and researcher at the Self-Assembly Lab who designed the 4D Knit Dress with Ministry of Supply, a fashion company specializing in high-tech apparel. The dress combines several technologies to create personalized fit and style. Heat-activated yarns, computerized knitting, and robotic activation around each garment generates the sculpted fit. A team at Ministry of Supply led the decisions on the stable yarns, color, original size, and overall design.

“Everyone’s body is different,” says Skylar Tibbits, associate professor in the Department of Architecture and founder of the Self-Assembly Lab. “Even if you wear the same size as another person, you’re not actually the same.”

4D Knit Dress: Transforming Style Video: Self-Assembly Lab

Active textiles

Students in the Self-Assembly Lab have been working with dynamic textiles for several years. The yarns they create can change shape, change property, change insulation, or become breathable. Previous applications to tailor garments include making sweaters and face masks. Tibbits says the 4D Knit Dress is a culmination of everything the students have learned from working with active textiles.

McKinlay helped produce the active yarns, created the concept design, developed the knitting technique, and programmed the lab’s industrial knitting machine. Once the garment design is programmed into the machine, it can quickly produce multiple dresses. Where the active yarns are placed in the design allows for the dress to take on a variety of styles such as pintucks, pleats, an empire waist, or a cinched waist.

“The styling is important,” McKinlay says. “Most people focus on the size, but I think styling is what sets clothes apart. We’re all evolving as people, and I think our style evolves as well. After fit, people focus on personal expression.”

Danny Griffin MArch ’22, a current graduate student in architectural design, doesn’t have a background in garment making or the fashion industry. Tibbits asked Griffin to join the team due to his experience with robotics projects in construction. Griffin translated the heat activation process into a programmable robotic procedure that would precisely control its application.

“When we apply heat, the fibers shorten, causing the textile to bunch up in a specific zone, effectively tightening the shape as if we’re tailoring the garment,” says Griffin. “There was a lot of trial and error to figure out how to orient the robot and the heat gun. The heat needs to be applied in precise locations to activate the fibers on each garment. Another challenge was setting the temperature and the timing for the heat to be applied.”

It took a while to determine how the robot could reach all areas of the dress.

“We couldn’t use a commercial heat gun — which is like a handheld hair dryer — because they’re too large,” says Griffin. “We needed a more compact design. Once we figured it out, it was a lot of fun to write the script for the robot to follow.”

A dress can begin with one design — pintucks across the chest, for example — and be worn for months before having heat re-applied to alter its look. Subsequent applications of heat can tailor the dress further.

Beyond fit and fashion

Efficiently producing garments is a “big challenge” in the fashion industry, according to Gihan Amarasiriwardena ’11, the co-founder and president of Ministry of Supply.

“A lot of times you’ll be guessing what a season’s style is,” he says. “Sometimes the style doesn’t do well, or some sizes don’t sell out. They may get discounted very heavily or eventually they end up going to a landfill.”

“Fast fashion” is a term that describes clothes that are inexpensive, trendy, and easily disposed of by the consumer. They are designed and produced quickly to keep pace with current trends. The 4D Knit Dress, says Tibbits, is the opposite of fast fashion. Unlike the traditional “cut-and-sew” process in the fashion industry, the 4D Knit Dress is made entirely in one piece, which virtually eliminates waste.

“From a global standpoint, you don’t have tons of excess inventory because the dress is customized to your size,” says Tibbits.

McKinlay says she hopes use of this new technology will reduce the amount of waste in inventory that retailers usually have at the end of each season.

“The dress could be tailored in order to adapt to these changes in styles and tastes,” she says. “It may also be able to absorb some of the size variations that retailers need to stock. Instead of extra-small, small, medium, large, and extra-large sizes, retailers may be able to have one dress for the smaller sizes and one for the larger sizes. Of course, these are the same sustainability points that would benefit the consumer.”

The Self-Assembly Lab has collaborated with Ministry of Supply on projects with active textiles for several years. Late last year, the team debuted the 4D Knit Dress at the company’s flagship store in Boston, complete with a robotic arm working its way around a dress as customers watched. For Amarasiriwardena, it was an opportunity to gauge interest and receive feedback from customers interested in trying the dress on.

“If the demand is there, this is something we can create quickly” unlike the usual design and manufacturing process, which can take years, says Amarasiriwardena.

Griffin and McKinlay were on hand for the demonstration and pleased with the results. For Griffin, with the “technical barriers” overcome, he sees many different avenues for the project.

“This experience leaves me wanting to try more,” he says.

McKinlay too would love to work on more styles.

“I hope this research project helps people rethink or reevaluate their relationship with clothes,” says McKinlay. “Right now when people purchase a piece of clothing it has only one ‘look.’ But, how exciting would it be to purchase one garment and reinvent it to change and evolve as you change or as the seasons or styles change? I’m hoping that’s the takeaway that people will have.”

[timpac-capstone]

Week 4

The one thing I'm most anxious about in my project is voice acting. I definitely want to have some dialogue in my story but the more I brainstorm the more characters seem to get involved and in that sense, I might have to look into hiring professionals. I am not a voice actor or an actor in general, I've done skit videos before but I'd hardly call that acting because I'm acting like myself with a layer of sarcasm rather than trying to put on a performance. Even when I watch professional voice actors do their performances I still feel a bit of secondhand embarrassment. I found this video by ProZD who is a professional voice actor/YouTuber on "How do you get into voice acting" and it's the answer that I expected which is you just do it and eventually you get better through trial and error. However, this is more so for people who are trying to get into the industry and not techniques to warm up your voice, how to find a voice for a character, or what microphone to use. But one thing that did stick out was that you have to get over that feeling of embarrassment of performing in front of others and once you learn how to do that you're pretty much halfway through the battle. Ideally, the only voice actor in this project will be me but I need to first get over my embarrassment of performing.

This is a snip bit from a much larger Behind The Scenes bonus video that mainly focused on the Ed, Edd, n Eddy: The Mis-Edventures video game. This clip specifically focuses on the show, such as what was the process of making the characters and how Danny Antonucci came up with the concept of the show and its characters. I watched this about 7 years ago and it was the first BTS video that I ever saw regarding how an animation was made. I had no clue about walk cycles, turnarounds, or model sheets up until that point so it was interesting revisiting to see what information I still retained after all these years and what Danny Antonucci's creative process is compared to other creators and showrunners.

I found this guy about 2 years ago, he's an animator from Canada who works for many big-name Japanese anime studios. A lot of what I know about animation production is from this guy, it has been really helpful in learning the differences in animation between the West and East and what is similar. It has also been very insightful as to how he got into the anime industry considering he is from Canada, the secret being having a really good and active Twitter account but that's probably not the case anymore. He mainly uses Clip Studio Paint since that's the standard in japan but that is a very expensive program and I'm sure Krita works just fine. Recently he's been doing a lot of tutorials on After Effects which will definitely be useful for me since I have some experience with that program.

I've only done a few digital drawings in my life and absolutely no digital animation so it is a big stressor on me because I keep saying I'm going to learn Krita but digital art is just so uncomfortable for me to do. I've only just recently gotten my drawing skills up to where I want them to be and that was because of a personal year long competition I did with my friend in which we had to make a drawing from scratch every single day for a year. However that was mostly all traditional, there is clearly I much different process for digital art but it's a bit difficult to figure out because to make a good digital piece requires your own personal preferences and knowing the limitations of your digital art program. It isn't as easy as just finding a single tutorial on Krita because every bodies work flow is different and when I see these 40 minute long tutorials I feel like I'm gambling away time I should be using drawing and making stuff in Krita. This is a channel I found this week that does ten minute long time-lapse videos on animating in Krita, I feel that these give me more exposure as to what the workflow in Krita is like and I don't have to spend much time watching his videos so that I can go on and do my own thing.

REFLECTION:

This was a much more research oriented week, I probably won't have time to put what I learned into action this week but still pretty useful information that I will definitely go back to eventually. I feel this process will become a lot more easier when I know what story I want to tell so that definitely will be my next goal to get done during this week.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home, Chapter 2 Part 3

A little shorter this week. I had my graduation ceremony over the weekend and the opportunity to hang out with my sister-in-law for the first time in a few months! (She and my brother moved states a few months back.) If you scroll down a bit, you'll be able to see how I decorated my graduation cap! I love how it turned out.

But you don't care about that. It's Wednesday! Time for a WIP Wednesday segment!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

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Unable to get Tim’s attention, Conner asked, “Who’s Technus?”

Danny shrugged. “One of my rogues. Tuck thinks he’s the ghost of Nikolai Tesla. He’s interested in controlling all technology and will make himself a giant mechasuit cannibalized from any electronic he can find in, like, a half mile radius. Super annoying.”

Tim hummed. “You didn’t tell me about him being Nikolai Tesla.”

“It’s a new hypothesis of Tuck’s. He’s been trying to research all the ghosts that come through as part of our profiles on them. That involves trying to figure out who they might’ve been in life. We’re hoping it’ll help me deescalate confrontations to cut back on property damage. Thanks to my parents talking about how evil all ghosts are, no one trusts Phantom and I get blamed for everything.”

Tim reached out and squeezed Danny’s shoulder. Practically everything Danny ever said about his parents made him like them less. To change the subject before he learned something else that’d make him want to attack Jack and Maddie while they were under the same roof, he asked, “So why does ectoplasm harm electronics anyway?”

Danny seemed to lean into his touch. “Well, ectoplasm is complicated. It is generated in this dimension but doesn’t really belong here. It comes about through death and leads the way to the Ghost Zone. At least… that’s the hypothesis I think is the most likely. I’ve only really been studying it for a few months since my own accident, though.” He shook his head. “Anyway! When it interacts with things on Earth that aren’t trying to get to the Zone, things get weird. Especially with non-sentient things that can’t will the ectoplasm to act in a specific way. Even animals can exert some control over ectoplasm. But electronics can’t.”

It was only a few minutes more before Danny had completely disassembled the phone. He then grabbed another pipette and adjusted the volume and added ectoplasm to certain pieces. Then took a third size and did it all over again.

“How on earth did you find out how much to add?” asked Bart. “You’re changing quantities constantly.”

“Trial and error. Long and tedious trial and error. We tried dipping sections in the ectoplasm to start, but that generally fried the tech and mutated its function. Wires do do best with submersion, though. No more than a second or two for small ones. Even after we stopped submersion, we started by adding way too much—spreading it over the entire chip. But that also didn’t work. Realized just half a microliter applied to the connections was best. The camera, speaker, and microphone need more. Those get ten microliters apiece. And we just kept trying different amounts until we had something that worked. We ruined four phones before we started testing each component individually.”

Conner let out a low whistle. “Well we’re glad you have. Thanks for helping with this.”

“Of course. Anything for Tim.”

Tim’s face heated as Cassie laughed. “Yeah, our Tim has a way of winning people over, doesn’t he?”

“I think I won him over, actually.” Danny hung the pipette back up on the holder. “All right, now just to put this baby back together. Who’s hungry?”

“Me!” called Bart. “It’s been ages since we’ve last eaten.”

“You’ve got an accelerated metabolism, right? We’ll stop by a store and get some extra stuff if you need anything overnight or tomorrow.”

“I like you,” said Bart. “You should come with us when we leave. Join our team.”

Tim buried his face in his hands, did none of his teammates know the definition of subtlety? Offering Danny a place with the Teen Titans or Young Justice was the first thing he tried.

“Thanks for the offer, but as I’ve told Tim, I can’t leave Amity. No one else is capable of responding to ghost threats.”

Conner shook his head. “Looks like your parents have it under control.”

Danny laughed. “Oh hell no. They’ve got a lot of inventions and most of them do something. But it’s not always what they expect them to do. And dad’s aim is terrible.” As he spoke, he continued to reassemble Tim’s phone.

Tim couldn’t help but admire how expertly Danny’s fingers moved over the pieces. And before he knew it, Danny was handing the phone back to him.

“Should work now. Turn it on and double check.”

Tim took it and held the power button until the WE logo appeared. Sure enough, once the screen loaded, so did a dozen missed phone calls and even more missed texts.

Bruce, Dick, and Barbara had all attempted contact multiple times. Even Alfred had called once. He winced and immediately called Bruce back.

“Hey, B,” he said as soon as the call connected. “We’re all fine. Just crossed an area that messed with our tech.”

“How did it mess with your tech?” Bruce demanded.

“It’s normal in this area. But I’ve a local friend and he fixed my phone. He’ll take care of Conner’s, Cassie’s, and Bart’s after we grab some dinner. So if anyone else is worried, tell them we’re fine and they can call me in the meantime if they have questions.” Tim made sure to use civilian names so Bruce would know they were no longer in costume.

“Who is this ‘friend’?” asked Bruce.

“God, B, it’s fine. I’ve known him for years. We game online together when we can. Have since we were kids.”

“Hn.” Why was it so much harder to read Bruce over the phone than in person? It was so annoying. “I see. Where are you currently?”

“We’re in Illinois. Will probably stay here a day or two with Danny and his parents. And then we’ll come home and share everything about our trip.” Aka, submit an official report about the outcome of their mission.

“Very well. I expect to know all the details. And I want twice daily check-ins until you’re home.”

“Fine, fine. Will do. Bye, B.” Before Bruce could demand anything else, Tim hung up on him. Next he shot texts to Dick, Alfred, and Barbara assuring them he was fine and his phone was working again. Replies came instantly and he ignored them all. “All right, that’s done. Let’s go eat.”

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I think this is the first time I've had an actual scene break to stop the segment at. I usually just go until I see a change in the conversation, but I've got my <hr> marker at this point and there's gonna be a scene change! (So I won't have to repeat a paragraph or two next time I post.)

You get a different explanation for ectoplasm in this fic! Wasn't planning on that, but it happened and I like it.

Hope you enjoyed.

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