#cass and dani never learned EVEN AS ADULTS

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Lmao okay so Cassandra and Daniela were the loudest advocates for having pets in the castle but Alcina always said no because it’s plenty of work for everyone to look after the three daughters and no one has the energy to do the same for pets (because tbh the daughters can’t do much on their own they have maids that literally do everything for them like they barely even dress themselves there is always someone helping them and this is just ONE example)

Anyway, years and years later, life made a full circle and one Cassandra Dimitrescu was asked by her very own daughters if they can have a pet. Cassandra took a moment to realize that if it’s not for her wife, this family would be in shambles because Cass can barely keep herself alive let alone her children. And then she realized that her mother was right. It is a lot of work already and having pets is not going to work.

Cass would rather die than admit her mother is right but she fully gets it now

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DPxDC Gala, But It's Not Wayne, It's Masters

This just lives rent-free in my brain, so I'm here to share. And maybe get help.

Batfam probably don't only go to galas and events in Gotham, right. Bryce Wayne is a rich bitch and WE has contracts and ties around the world, so Wayne Wards have to attend events out of state (and out of country) from time to time. This time, they are invited by Vladimir Masters, the owner of DalvCo.

Coincidentally, Vladimir Masters is rumored to have some hidden Kryptonite stash. So Bruce decides to go, taking some of his kids with him, because it is also rumored that Masters has two wards of his own, and, first, Bruce has to bring his kids for disguise, second, he needs them for some team building, bonding and whatnot, and last, he really needs to check if Masters' children are living in a safe environment. Cue all his family making fun of him for wanting to adopt more kids.

What makes the jokes even worse is that both Master's kids have black hair and blue eyes.

When they arrive, they are greeted with a sight of a full-sized gothic castle. It looks really out of place in Illinois, but the vampire vibes are there, definitely. And said vibes only become stronger when they meet Vladimir and his kids - all three of them are giving the Batfam goosebumps, and not in a good way. Now, the things capable of giving Bats goosebumps are very, very limited. And never good.

Vladimir - he insists they call him Vlad - is a fairly tall, gray-haired man with piercing eyes. His smile is nice and polite, but it kind of reminds Tim of Ra's, which is, well, not a good thing. But overall, he is... Okay. They can definitely take him down if they need to (they really can't, but they don't know it).

The kids, though. They are twins, probably fifteen or sixteen, a boy and a girl, and they look like they came straight from a horror movie. Calm and even, mirroring each other's gestures and finishing each other's sentences, no facial expressions, and they don't seem to be blinking. Cass has a hard time getting anything from the way they hold themselves - they seem to only show any kind of emotion when they are addressed. Damian can't shake off a feeling of being watched, even though the twins barely look at him. Tim, raised in a family of socialites, notices how both of them have really nice manners, the kind you learn when someone teaches you etiquette specifically.

Bruce is unnerved by the sight. Are the kids mind controlled? Are they okay? This is definitely not how kids should act at fifteen at a gala, holy shit. Granted, he's seen not that many kids at galas, but the point still stands.

Now, at this point, I have a few ways this can go. First one, the suffering orphans way, Danny and Dani are actually controlled by Vlad, who wanted perfect heirs. Second, the little shits way, Danny made a deal with Vlad to attend a gala and Dani joined him, so now they are having fun with acting as eerie as possible since Vlad strictly forbidden them from shenanigans. This can be either redeemed Vlad or not. Third, the demonic twins' way, where Vlad is definitely redeemed and is taking care of the Fenton kids, raising them however he sees fit. Jazz is also under his care, but she is mostly an adult now, and they have more of a 'caretaker on paper and legally not old enough to live on her own' relationship than a 'parent and daughter' one.

Do the Waynes befriend them? Do Bats get caught while investigating? Do Danny and Dani cause trouble at the gala? Maybe they get to prove to Bruce that they are, indeed, perfectly happy about living with Vlad?

Inspired by this art

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I don’t know what this is, it’s not going anywhere. It was just a thought I had after last night and that delightful little tidbit about Julius. This is entirely predictable, sorry.

It’s not until the third time that Grog goes to the brothel in Whitestone that the Madam who runs the house pulls him aside as he’s leaving.

“I paid up, I know I did,” Grog says immediately. “She counted it out for me and everything.”

The Madam - gray hair but not old enough for it to be anything but just the way most of the adult Whitestone residents are - laughs at him. “You’re fine, lad. You treat my girls right and you pay well. I’m not turning you away. I just had a question for you.”

“Oh,” Grog says with only partial relief. “Yeah sure, I’m great with questions.”

“You’re a friend of Lord de Rolo, aren’t you?”

Grog frowns. “Percy? Has he been comin’ here? I thought he had Vex -”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” she hurries to cut him off. “I’ve never seen Lord de Rolo anywhere near here.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, course I’m friends with him.” Grog puffs up his chest at a sudden memory and adds, “He said I’m like a brother to him.”

The Madam smiles at him. “I’m glad. He used to have rather more of those though, and that’s what I need to talk to you about?”

“He used to have more friends?”

“Brothers,” she clarifies. “His older brother in particular, Julius. He was the heir before - well. Everything.”

Grog scratches his beard and admits, “Percy don’t talk much about his family. He barely talks about his sister, and she’s still breathing.”

“That’s alright. I just need you to listen and give him a message. Would you do that for me?”

“Sure,” Grog says agreeably. “I’m a great listener and a great message... giver?”

“Back before the... the Briarwoods,” the Madam’s eyes dart around as though a vampire might leap out of the shadows at the mere mention of them. “Julius used to visit us on occasion. It wasn’t proper for a young Lord-to-be, but he was charming and polite and he tipped well for our silence, you know?  He spent more time with the male options than the female options, but he was ah... equal opportunity, shall we say?”

Grog has never at any point wanted to know about the sexual preferences of Percy’s dead older brother but he nods, hoping she’ll get to the point faster.

“There was a particular girl who worked here that - well, she wasn’t very good at magic but she insisted that she was. She used cantrips instead of herbs, despite all recommendations from the Madam at the time. If I’d been in charge then, I’d have made her take the herbs but that’s neither here nor there.”

“...Which part of this did you want me to tell Percy?”

She takes a deep breath and refocuses. “The girl, Vara, is dead.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was years ago. She backed the first rebellion, the one that failed. But the reason she backed it is because she wanted a better life for her son.”

Grog isn’t good at math, but even he can add this up.

“I need you to tell Lord de Rolo that I currently have custody of his nephew.”

Grog scrubs his hand over his face and groans. This is like Kaylie all over again.

The Madam says quickly, “I don’t want anything. I’m not asking for hush money from him or Lady de Rolo. I run a profitable business and even in the worst of times, I’ve been able to put food on the table for him. I just thought he ought to know and I’m not sure he’d take an audience from the owner of a brothel.”

“I don’t see why he wouldn’t,” Grog says. Before she can respond, he adds, “Why are you only bringing this up now? Percy’s been back for awhile, yeah? And even if he ain’t always around, Cassandra’s been handling things.”

She sighs. “You’ll have to forgive me but for some of us, it’s been a bit hard learning to trust Lady de Rolo again. I know she’s doing her best but, well, it’s easy for you to trust her when you didn’t spend years watching her stand behind the Briarwoods like their favorite doll.”

“She literally stabbed me in the back,” Grog points out. “Sloppy hit, mind you. She needs more practice with her rapier, but she’s too busy now, I guess. Cass is alright. Weird, but so’s Percy.”

The Madam blinks rapidly, taken aback. “I... see. I, uh -” She shakes her head to clear it. “I had simply wanted to bring it to Lord de Rolo’s attention but with the dragons,” she darts her eyes around like a dragon is going to burst through the window, “he seemed rather busy.”

“So... let me lay this out, right? You want me to go back up to the castle and tell Percy that before his whole family died, his big brother went to a whorehouse a few times and got a girl knocked up, died before anybody knew about it, now the girl’s dead, and the brothel Madam whats been holding onto his nephew only just now decided to mention it?”

She sighs. “I just don’t want the Lord de Rolo to be walking around Whitestone and happen across a little boy who looks like the spitting image of Julius de Rolo and think he’s gone mad.”

Grog snorts.

“No, he really does look just like him.”

“That ain’t what I was laughing about. How old's the kid?”

“Coming up on six years now. His name is Ashton. He doesn’t know. He knows he’s an orphan but gods, its not like he’s the only one in this town.”

“Fair. Where d’ya live?”

“What?”

“Where do you live?” Grog says more slowly. “Kid ain’t living in here is he?”

“No,” she says, offended, “We live down a few houses. Why?”

“Cuz I’m gonna go tell Percy about this and then I’m gonna have to bring him down here to see because if you think Percy won’t want anything to do with his brother’s son, you’re fuckin’ mad. He’s gonna come running down here like his arse is on fire. So, y’know, might wanna warn the kid.”

The Madam looks poleaxed. “Ashton’s a bastard. Since when do nobles care about their bastards?”

Grog starts towards the door, shaking his head. “I dunno about most nobles, but Percy’s plannin’ on marrying a bastard so I don’t think he’s inclined to mind it. Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll try to make sure he gets all the yelling out ‘fore we come see the kid. See ya in a bit. Tell Dani I had a good time.”

The Madam calls out after him, “Her name is Rani!” but Grog is already well out of earshot, excited to be the one to tell Percy just how much his old family has in common with his new one.