#clockwork reaches out to Tim

[bluerosefox]

Cuckoo Clocks

Red Robin (Kinda) AU where everything during that timeline happens and Tim finally has his proof Bruce is still alive and he's ready to tell the JL and stop Ra's (whose on his way to Gotham to destroy all of things/people Bruce loves to get back at Tim for the whole blowing up his bases thing) all at once...

Only he suddenly finds a glowing green sticky note on his forehead. He is no doubt confused and jumpy from everything so far so he's tempted to forget about it and just move on but Tim has always been curious so he reads it.

"Finding the Lost in the stream will not be easy to fish out even with help gained. Find me first and I might lend you the correct lure.

Finish your battle with the False Immortal and find Phantom, he shall lead you to me and should you be right on time, I might be inclined to help.

-CW"

And Tim... well, he's done a hell of a lot of questionable things so far at this point, why not take a chance on this too.

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

Ghostwriter was really asking for soup time at this point.

He had apologized for his first Christmas truce before, last year he even convinced Clockwork to help him make a copy of the original work he had ruined.

So why in god’s gracious earth did he wake up to Amity Park being in a hallmark movie.

Danny glared as the people milled about the center of town like they haven’t since the portal opening.

It was unnerving, the only thing really missing from the equation was some out of town love interest or something.

“Hey, excuse me.”

Tall and built with black hair and blue eyes.

Oh you got to be-

~~~~~~~~~~~

Dick tried to make himself look more charming as the guy he approached turned around.

When he heard that the justice league were getting concerning calls about a town In Illinois, he saw an out from the Christmas gala.

Sure Dick enjoyed the season, but the fact that he has to spend a large amount of the winter season putting up a front as the perfect firstborn was not something he wanted to do unless he had to.

That being said, the town was a bit unnerving. He hadn’t seen anything supernatural per say but the constant cheer is something he had only ever seen on the silver screen of his home. He had tried to approach several different people only to be met with seasons greetings and promptly ignored when as they ran off to do whatever small towns do for the holidays.

This guy at least wasn’t plastering a smile on his face.

“Hey, excuse me I’m new in town and looking around, my name is-“

“Let me guess, Rupert or Orlando or some shit.”

“What?”

“Well it has to be pompous and annoying. It’s kind of a trend and shit last time I checked.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about man I just wanted to ask-“

The man snorted as he left, throwing over his shoulder with a large amount of snark,

“For a tour around town? A place to stay? A friendly face? Sorry man, man but I’m not interested. The town square is full, ask someone else I have a date with a caffeine addiction.”

Dick watched a bit stupefied as the guy weaves into the ground and out of his eyesight.

“Well he seemed charming.”

Dick raised his phone to the earpiece and sighed,

“Yeah well, he’s the first person who didn’t sound like they weren’t on a script so far. I didn’t even know that midwesterners took Christmas so seriously. How long until you reach town Jay?”

I’m reaching midtown just about now. It looks like Santa took a shit on every-“

There was a sudden squeal of tires as the line cut.

Oh no.

~~~~~~~~~~

Jason gasped as he tried to calm his breath glancing at the guy he almost hit on his bike.

Jesus Christ that was close.

“Shit man are you alright?”

“Peachy. Always liked pancakes and all that.”

~~~~~~~

Danny felt a blush hit him as the behemoth of a guy let out a snort. It was embarrassing that he didn’t notice the guy until he almost became a smear, the dude was built like a tank and wearing a red helmet.

“I shouldn’t’ve taken that turn that quickly.. sometimes forget I’m not at home.”

“Oh yeah? Where’s home for you?”

“Gotham if you believe that.”

“Explains why you drive like you’re chased by death.”

“You have no idea..”

He took off his helmet with another snort and shake of the head. A white wisp in a sea of black shook out while mirthful blue eyes met his.

Crap..

“Name’s Jason. You are?”

“Nunya,”

The guy raised a brow mildly confused.

“Pardon?”

“Nunyabusinessbye!”

Danny took off before he was done with the sentence. He could feel eyes on his retreat for the second time today.

‘Jesus, smooth recovery Fenton.’

~~~~~~~~

Tim rubbed his eyes as he listened to his older brothers bicker over the coms.

He couldn’t understand the issue with the surveillance! All the cameras and mics are properly functioning but for some reason everything is corrupted and it’s driving Tim up a wall!

A break, Tim needed a break from this Airbnb and something caffeinated.

~~~~~~~~

‘Just ten minutes, ten minutes and he could get his drink, he could rant to his friends on the group chat afterwards and wait out the story. ‘

And with as much bravo as any tired young adult, he entered the shop.

Danny almost left the cafe as he heard another unfamiliar voice bellow out.

“What do you mean you don’t have coffee, it’s a coffee shop!”

Blue eyes, black hair, surprisingly smaller than the first two and eye bags that could rival Danny some nights.

Danny was done.

Fuck the treaty this was war.

[ew-selfish-art]

DP x DC AU: Danny desperately wants to find the explosion guy. Tim is really good at covering his tracks... he didn't account for ghosts.

The explosions make it onto TV as purported terror activity and most people haven't heard of that part of the world much less ever given a second thought to care about it. The only real reason it gets reported on has something to do with the Justice League and... Danny knows too much.

He's been in training for Clockwork's court (which he's suspicious of- feels like kingly duty bullshit- but Danny is playing along out of curiosity for now) and he's learned a lot about how the living and non-living worlds collide. That means learning about CW's usual suspects- one of which just happened to have a ton of bases around the area Danny was seeing on the news.

It didn't take long for Danny to try to piece together that whoever blew up Nanda Parbat was trying to fuck with the League of Shadows, and was doing it successfully. Less green portals in the world the better, same goes for assassins. But it gets Danny thinking... Maybe he can employ similar tactics on the GIW Bases that keep spawning on the edges of Amity Park. It would at least set them back while he and his friends navigated the help line desk to request Justice League intervention. None of them can leave Amity Park, so outreach is going to have to be creative.

So Danny figures he'll just find the guy. Call up some ghosts who were there, or er, came from there and get a profile and track him down. But the ghosts keep saying it was The Detective. Annoying!

Danny goes full conspiracy theory, gets Tucker and Sam involved, and begrudgingly asks Wes Weston his thoughts.

He hadn't expected Wes to garble out a thirty minute presentation (that had 100 more slides left to go before he cut it off) about how Batman totally trained with a cult and so did his kids. Danny kind of rolled his eyes but... hey, new avenue of searching in the Infinite Realms at least.

The ghosts confirm that Bombs is for sure not Batman's MO- But maybe his second kid would know? The second kid was already brought back to life though, so no way to easily reach him... Danny starts to realize that this might be the work of a Robin now. Wasn't the red one known for solving cold cases? (Sam provides this information- its a social faux pas to not know hero gossip at Gotham Galas- everything she's learned is against her will).

It all comes to a head when Danny goes about the hard task of opening a portal for the guy to come through at just the right time, explain the infinite realms so he doesn't panic and then describe what the fuck was going on with the GIW. It takes months, just over a full year, of random (educated guesses) portal generating- Finally, Red Robin drops into the land of the dead.

"So, you're the guy I've got to talk to about explosions right?" Danny enthusiastically asks.

Tim thinks he's died and landed in the after life following 56 hours of being awake and plummeting off the side of a building into a Lazarus pool. Nothing makes sense about the kid in front of him.

"Yeah, I got a guy for munitions." Tim answers cooly.

"How do you feel about secretly sanctioned government operations that violate protected rights?"

"Gotta get rid of 'em some how. Need me to point you in the right direction?" This might as well be happening.

[mouschiwrites]

Thinking thoughts about these guys again

Creepypasta/MH - Things That Make Them Think of You

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Nina the Killer, Tim/Masky, "Ticci" Toby

Jeff the Killer

Violence. Specifically, committing it

I know that sounds bad, but he gets so high off of that stuff

The adrenaline rushing through his veins, the wild smile that comes to his face, the noise, the sights... it's euphoria for him

And when he reaches his peak, endorphins at maximum saturation, that's when he thinks of you

It's almost like he subconsciously asks himself if there's anything in the world that could make him happy like this, and his subconscious responds by conjuring an image of you

As if he couldn't get any happier, thinking of you just pushes him higher

This happens a lot...

He'll be killing someone, already over the moon, then he'll blast to Mars when he thinks of you

And he starts associating you with violence; even if you're the gentlest person in the world

It's the happiness it brings him that links it to you

Though if you're a psycho (affectionate) like him, there might be another reason he associates it with you lol

It just gets worse over time; eventually he can't even see other people committing violent acts without thinking of you

He'll be watching a horror movie, and blood will splatter the screen and he'll be like: Nice. Y/n's nice too. Y/n... <3

Jane the Killer

Quite the opposite of Jeff; it's the quiet moments that get her thinking of you

(my reasoning is confusing but I'll try my best to explain T-T)

And there are two reasons for this

One, because whenever she gets a moment to think to herself, her brain always wants to think of you first

Maybe it's just hunting that hit of dopamine it gets when she imagines your smile, or the way your hands feel in hers...

Or maybe it's just that it's become a habit for her to think of you so often, so it's second-nature that she does so when she gets the chance

But the second reason is that she loves peace, and you are her peace :)

She's a vengeful person with a lot of turmoil inside, so when her environment is peaceful, she tries to follow suit

She's just taking what she can get before she has to go back to hate and obsession

So she imagines the peaceful things in her life

Namely, you

Even if you're not a very peaceful person, she feels at ease when she's with you

So, when it's quiet, she thinks of you to quiet herself

Memories of forehead touches and holding hands are more than enough to fill the silence :)

Clockwork

Literally everything.

I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but Clockwork will find the most random things that remind her of you

She’s got a very creative mind; she can find the subtlest of things that make her think of you

Oftentimes they’ll be disturbing things…. Like a dead animal or smth

But she gets a little smile when she thinks of you anyway :)

She’ll probably send you a picture of whatever it was that reminded her of you

So you’ll just get a text out of nowhere like:

[picture of a dead wasp] “thought of you <3”

After a while you’ll learn to just not ask

Because you’ll definitely get one of these texts AT LEAST every other day, if not every day

Sometimes they’re actually nice things though! Like a song or a pretty sunset :)

Or something she saw while shopping that made her think of you; she always makes sure to steal …obtain those things

And ofc she gifts them to you 😌

Nina the Killer

I think it depends on your aesthetic

To me, Nina is someone who’s very in tune with aesthetics

Even if yours is super niche, or it doesn’t fit under a specific category like “emo” or “butch” or even “clowncore,” she’s got it DOWN

And so it’s always things that fit your aesthetic that make her think of you

Maybe it’s a view: a dark forest, a bright sunset in your favorite color, a sunny park, an eerily empty sidewalk…

Maybe it’s clothing: pants, shirts, dresses, jackets… always the exact kind of thing you’d wear :)

Maybe it’s music: she listens to music like. All the time. So she’s definitely at least dipped her toes into a genre that’s so totally you

Or maybe it’s something miscellaneous: a pop tart flavor, a blanket, a picture, the color on a soda dispenser…

No matter what it is, you’re guaranteed to love it

She always manages to surprise you with yet another random thing perfectly suited to your aesthetic

And she’s always on the hunt for more >;)

If it’s something she can physically bring to you, you best believe she will though

And if you decide you hate it (you won’t, but maybe later when your aesthetic changes), you guys light a bonfire and burn it together :)

Tim/Masky

It’s a Polaroid picture of you

He’s not in the picture; it’s just you

The flash is on, illuminating you and leaving the background in dark obscurity

He took it himself one night when he was just enamored with the way you looked

He did it casually, just telling you to look at the camera

The rest was all you; maybe you smiled, maybe you threw up a peace sign…

Whatever you did, he felt it captured your essence perfectly

He stared at the photo for a long time after it came out, and he still stares at it frequently

He carries it deep in his wallet where no one can find it

He’ll pull it out when he needs to think of you, usually when he’s especially down

Which is pretty often, my boy is troubled :(

He’ll trace his fingers around the edges, remembering that night

Your voice fills his ears, your scent fills his nose, and suddenly he’s aching to see you in person again

And he will; he’ll probably call or text you soon :)

“Ticci” Toby

Honestly? Probably something super obscure related to some kind of inside joke between you two

I’ll paint an example

Maybe you two were in the kitchen together, and you wanted him to get out the milk for you

But you ended up calling it a “mug of jilk” instead of a “jug of milk”

Toby, of course, bursts into laughter

He teases you for ages afterwards, calling milk “jilk” and always pointing out jugs of milk with a knowing grin

You’re in on it too though

You always snicker whenever he does those things

Maybe that’s why it becomes so special to him; it amuses the both of you

He gets to laugh and hear you laugh :D

So (in this case) he’ll think of you whenever he sees a mug of j (oh gosh oh no you guys got me too) jug of milk

And he probably takes pictures to send you too

You’ll just get a text that says “jilk mugs spotted ‼️” and a picture of the milk aisle at the grocery store

He likes to imagine your laugh when he sends texts like those :)

Thank you so much for reading!! Take care my lovey doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[hyperfixatinator]

I have a DP x DC AU brainworm about Danny and Tim being long lost siblings (twins or otherwise).

Because both of them have faced evil future versions of themselves who've almost ended the world in some way through altering time. If Clockwork had been watching Danny's world-ending timelines, then who's to say he wouldn't keep tabs on Tim's as well?

Imagine that the brothers had to be temporarily separated at a young age to ensure a peaceful future. Danny had to be in Amity Park to gain his ghost powers and become the new Ghost King. Meanwhile, Tim had to stay in Gothem to become the new Robin, something he'd have been less likely to do if Danny stayed in his life.

However, their separation was only supposed to be temporary. What if both Dan and Future Tim were from futures where they never reunited as teens? Heck, what if both of them were from the SAME future?

The Nasty Burger explosion happened, Danny killed Vlad and absorbed his soul, and became Dan. Dan grew too powerful for the GIW to handle anymore, so the government tried reaching out to the Justice League. But oops! Future Tim already killed off and tore down that whole organization, meaning the world no longer had it's protectors to stop this new foe.

Though they were strangers, the future brothers unwittingly collaborated in sealing the world's fate.

Back to the present, the Observants wanted Clockwork to get rid of Danny and also Tim before that timeline came to pass. What they didn't understand was Clockwork's plan.

See, the Infinite Realms needed a new monarch to replace Pariah Dark, but not just anyone would do. In timelines outside of Dan's future, the U.S government would've started a war with the Infinite Realms anyway. One that would guarantee Earth's destruction and offset the balance of other realms near it.

The war is set to start in Amity Park, but the information blackout is preventing it's citizens from getting outside help. Mid-to-late teen Danny can't bring down the Anti Ecto Acts alone. He'd be struggling to keep the Realms beings from invading his home as it is. And the government's iron grip on the city makes it nearly impossible for news to get out to the masses.

Danny being the brother of a vigilante detective across the country is another story.

Batman's mentorship would give Tim the training needed to eventually track down his lost sibling. And through Red Robin's connections to the Justice League, Danny could get help overturning the Anti Ecto Acts while he keeps declarations of war at bay on his end. Danny and Tim's combined efforts could be what's keeping the world at peace instead of ending it.

Long story short: Clockwork kills two birds with one stone by uniting a pair of long lost brothers through the prevention of an interdimensional war.

[kaidatheghostdragon]

DPxDC crack prompt

All of the clones in the DCU are Danny and Dani.

They're immortal protector spirits, and clockwork has informed them of a dimension that is barely holding itself together. With all the multiversal threats, godlike beings vying for dominance, magical and demonic powers constantly at war, and idiot speedsters constantly screwing with the timeline, its a miracle that this reality hasnt already completely collapsed their corner of the metaverse.

This reality also has a lot of fruitloops playing god with cloning technology. Danny and dani come up with a plan: they're going to reincarnate as each and every last clone in this reality. At the end of each life they live, clockwork will pull them backward or forward in time as needed to reincarnate into the next clone. Yes, that means there are multiple reincarnations of danny and dani running around simultaneously. The siblings retain full memories, too.

Maybe they restrict themselves to clones that are programmed with no personality or to behave like robots (dont have unique souls) so we can still keep the likes of Kon or any other clone characters we want to leave unchanged.

Point is, everyone in the DCU has come to the conclusion that there is some sort of intrinsic universal law that the majority of clones, no matter who was cloned, will be requisitioned to some vast eldritch hivemind.

However, nobody figured that out until after several thousand clones had been created and a pattern of them waking up and immediately beating the crap out of their evil creators (the rare-but-not-nonexistant ambivalent/benevolent creators tended to get a free pass), getting in contact with another clone like they had their identities already memorized and set themselves up with (very professionally made) forged identities as random members of society. Some clones had even been rescued by other clones that should have had no clue to their existence, having been created by different underground organizations in separate hidden labs.

At least the hiveminded clones appear to be chaotic-good aligned, even if their constant meddling of justice league affairs is quite annoying.

Just the shanigans that are possible.

Batfam nervous cause they havent heard about anything regarding the league of assassins in months, only to find out that they've been overrun by damian clones that talia created to fight damian. They collectively went 'yeah, no' and yeeted ra's and talia into low orbit.

Cadmus creating an entire society of genetically modified clone-monster-slaves? They reach a critical threshold population, turn on the cadmus staff as one and devour them.

Tim tries to clone Kon and succeeds - only for said clone to slap him in the face and give him mandatory therapy.

[fenricken]

You Keep Slipping From My Grasp 4/7

AO3

Ship: Spirit Halloween

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The rain fell heavily, washing the blood on the ground away as he stepped toward the woman. She was hunched over, sobbing, clutching her dead son to her chest. She glanced up at him as he approached, mouthing silent prayers.

“What happened here?” he asked, carefully ignoring the dead bodies around.

“They came… for a box my family has guarded for a long time. They killed my husband and my son, and they’ve taken my Catherine… They’ll torture her to make her speak its secrets. Please! Please, help her!”

She reached out a hand to him, imploringly. He crouched down to take it.

“I will.”

————

Danny stood before Clockwork, adjusting his new cowboy hat. Maddie and Jack stood behind Clockwork tinkering on the Fenton Omega Siphoner, and arguing over the aesthetics of the machine.

“I have already sent Dani out to help the Justice League locate Batman’s cape. Hopefully we should receive word on her success soon.” Clockwork began, “In the meantime, we do still need someone to make sure Batman doesn’t rush forward too quickly, lest he build up too much energy before we can stop him. Are you ready?”

“Always ready for bat-sitting duty. I’d hope he’s doing something  a bit calmer this time, but I suppose there’s no chance of that happening.” Danny responded, pointing to his hat.

Clockwork just gave his usual cryptic smile before opening a portal for Danny to step through.

————

“Roooooobin. Rooooooooobin.”

Tim whirled around, searching for the source of the noise.

“Oooh, new fit?” Poltergeist asked, stepping out of the shadows. “Ugly cowl, but I like the rest of it.”

Tim lowered his bo staff at her, readying himself for whatever chaotic ‘game’ she tried to rope him into this time.

“Your city’s on fire. You bats trying out some new defense mechanism or something? Like, you think no rogue would want to take over Gotham if it’s a pile of rubble and ash?” She turned in a circle, surveying the chaos Gotham was under.

“What do you want, Poltergeist?”

“Well, so like, Batman’s stuck in time, right? And-”

“How do you know that?!” Red Robin cut in. He had been struggling to convince everyone that Batman was still alive ever since he found those paintings on the walls of the Batcave. Suddenly, here was Poltergeist who seemed to know something about it, but he couldn’t trust her. She was unpredictable, and running into her could mean leaving with anything as benign yet uncomfortable as soaked socks or as irritating and hindering as being cursed to only speak dead languages for the next 3 days.

And things only got worse if she was tagging along with Klarion. Fortunately, he wasn’t in sight, so it's unlikely he was here with her.

“What do you want?”

She smiled slightly at him. “Oh! I want to get Batman back where he belongs before he dies or explodes everything.”

Explodes everything?

“I mean, Gotham’s got a grumpy quota and since you’re his mini-me I figured you’d start trying to take it on and that’d be so boring.” She raised her pointer fingers to the side of her head, imitating Batman’s cowl and adopted a nasally voice. “I don’t have time to play, Poltergeist. Gotham needs me. I have to go stalk Penguin, and then I need to go brood on my favorite gargoyle.”

“So you want to help me find Batman so that I will… be able to play with you?”

“Well, that, but also if he makes his way to the present day on his own, he’ll have built up enough of something called Omega Energy to make all of reality go ka-blooey, and I actually really like this universe. Top 10, easily.”

Tim held up his hand to stop the oncoming ramble while he compartmentalized.

First, Poltergeist knew Bruce was lost in the time stream and seemed to want to help.

Second, Bruce was making his way back to the present, and by doing so was becoming a living bomb

Third, Poltergeist is a multiversal being???

That last one can probably be ignored for now.

“If I were to let you help me find Batman, where do you suggest we start? I’ve been tracking down artifacts I think he’s left behind  to try and convince the Justice League to help us-”

“Psh. Justice League Shmustice League. My dad and my Nana and Pops are already working on it. We just need to find the cape he was sent back in time with for them. Besides, I can probably convince Wonder Woman to help us get the Justice Dorks to help out once we get the cape if we really need to.”

What.

“What?”

“My grandparents are building a thingy-thing to suck all the Omega Energy out of Batman so he’s not a bomb. My dad’s hanging out with him to keep him from dying or something, and we’re supposed to find his cape so we can safely yoink him out of the time stream.”

“I didn’t know you had parents??? What do they do while you’re here breaking things???”

Poltergeist shrugged “King things I guess. And I only have a dad.”

“King things???”

She rolled her eyes, “Anyway, Dad said he last saw Batman’s cape in the Batcave.”

“You didn’t answer my question, and I’m not taking you to the Batcave.”

Poltergeist landed on her feet, and stared at him with wide eyes. He stared back, caught in her gaze for what felt like an eternity, as he felt invisible fingers trickle up his spine. Whispers started low in his ears, building to a crescendo. It was getting too much to bear, until he broke eye contact and looked away. All of a sudden, it stopped. Tim heaved a big sigh.

“I’m… kinda fighting with the current Batman, so we’ll have to sneak in.”

She punched both arms into the air, “YES!”

Tim turned, flicking his cape and walking off, not waiting to see if she’d follow.

“Poltergeist, when this is over you are going to be answering my questions.”

He heard her blow a raspberry at his back, but kept walking.

————

He followed their trail easily enough, the rain trailing after him. As he reached his destination, men came out to fight him, readying pistols, but he made short work of them easily enough.

With his memory having returned in bits and pieces, it had been easy to fashion metal into bat shapes aerodynamic enough to hit true when thrown, and it was these he’d used to disarm the men.

These memories were useful. The ones of children with blurry faces less so, haunting him as they stayed just out of his complete grasp. A constant reminder of how lost and alone he was.

He steadily made his way to the headquarters, where he figured they were keeping Catherine. He whirled around, sensing someone approaching from behind. It was the man with white hair, again.

“Seems you’ve got this well enough in hand, but I hope you don’t mind if I’d tag along all the same.”

“Why?”

The white haired man smiled slightly. “Will you not believe that I just want to help you?”

He stared, unblinking and quiet. Memories from before had proven this a good method to get more information.

His target stared back, also quiet and unblinking. It wasn’t long before he started shifting, and not much longer before he finally spoke again. Under his breath, almost too quiet to hear, he muttered “Just like Dani, I swear…”

Louder, the man said, “I’ve not known you to be the kind of man to ever be on the wrong side of a cause. Whatever you’re up to, I just want to help.”

He squinted at the man, trying to find any evidence of a lie, but the man just appeared open and honest.

“No guns,” he says, before turning back around and leading the white haired man on towards the headquarters.

As they got closer, they noticed two men standing guard. He deployed smoke bombs to cover their approach, sneaking closer with his companion close behind. They were spotted, but the smoke did its work, scaring the two guards and allowing him and his companion to disappear from view again.

“How you gonna tell me there’s no such things as ghosts now???” One of them whimpered, apparently to his white-haired friend’s delight, as he broke out in giggles.

As the smoke continued to grow, he and his friend snuck around the two, tricking them into fighting each other.

He broke through into the offices in the back. They were unfortunately empty.

“Already gone!” He said, slamming a hand on the desk. His companion stood at the window.

“Not long though, look!”

When he spotted their carriage speeding away through the window, he knew he had to act quickly. He launched himself out of the window, and onto the tarp covering the wagon.

An explosion sounded behind him, but he focused on the task ahead of him. His friend always seemed to find his way back, so he’d have to trust he’d do it again.

The ensuing fight was nothing pretty, little more than mad scrambling as he fought to hold his balance, dodge bullets, and wrestle the men actually in the cart so he could get away with the Catherine and her family’s box.

Looking ahead, he saw they were quickly approaching the dock, and a man who was walking down it. Thinking quickly, he swung his body-weight around, tipping the wagon over and sending everyone sprawling. 

The man who had been at the dock had acted quickly, grabbing the young woman and holding her protectively behind him. He stood up, adding to the obstacles that stood protecting Catherine from her kidnappers. Only 3 men remained. From the snippets he heard as two of them fought, he figures the two fighting must’ve been the masterminds behind the plot and the third still in the distance was a gun-for-hire. Taking out his weapons of choice, he quickly dispatched the two men.

Catherine tugged on his cloak. He turned to face her, seeing that she had opened up the box, and was showing him what was inside.

It was Jack Valor’s journal.

He wanted to reach out–to see what Jack had added since they parted, but the gun-for-hire had caught up to them by then.

“My employers may have been dealt with, but I still have a reputation to uphold. Draw.”

He stood up straight, reaching for more of his weapon of choice. Over the shoulder of the gun-for-hire, he saw another man approaching quickly, white-haired. His friend.

A loud bang echoed, and he felt pain in his side. He stumbled, too close to the edge of the dock, and as he fell over he heard one last cry of ‘BAT–’.

And everything went dark.

————

Shit.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

As if Batman stumbling towards the present through who-knows-when wasn’t bad enough, now he’s SHOT???

Danny quickly ripped a portal back to Clockwork’s lair.

“Please tell me you’ve almost got the machine ready.” Danny said after confirming his parents were in the room.

“Almost! Just one problem, sweetie…” His mom said, looking over at her husband so he’d finish.

“Batman needs to die. Or at least be very close to death!” Jack said, ending with a laugh.

“Basically, we can get this machine to suck out the Omega Energy, but it’s tightly bonded with Batman’s life energy, so it’s extremely risky unless we can find a way to diminish his life energy.”

Danny groaned, putting his face in his hands. “It’s just one thing after another! He’s just been shot. Would that bring him close enough?”

His dad tilted his head back and forth, considering. “Likely not, unless he was in a pretty bad way. In any case, we asked Sam and Tucker to take a look into it!”

“We’ve already found something, actually.” Sam said, having entered the room. Tucker followed behind her.

“There’s an herb that I was able to locate, which should slow his heart down to extreme levels, to the point his heartbeat would be pretty undetectable. Only problem is that his heart would have to be jump-started afterward by a great shock.”

“Clockwork let me take a closer look at his monitors into Batman’s original time and place, and I was able to determine that they have defibrillator technology that can administer an electrical shock needed to get his heart pumping again, as well as adrenaline injections in case we’d need the extra boost.” Tucker continued.

Maddie clapped her hands together. “Excellent! If we can get the Justice League to set up the anchor point on the Watchtower, we can pull Batman to that point and perform everything there! It’d probably work best to do it in his original time as well, to avoid any potential effects that could crop up from being in the wrong time when we remove the Omega Energy and try to stabilize his system.”

“Great, some good news.” Danny said, tension leaving his body. He turned to Clockwork, who had been quiet thus far. “How’s Dani’s work coming along? Will we be ready to proceed soon?”

“Dani and Red Robin have recovered Batman’s cape, and have moved it to the Watchtower. I believe Dani was able to recruit Wonder Woman’s help into getting the rest of the Justice League in line to receive Batman.”

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“Red Robin! Did you seriously bring Poltergeist into the cave??? What were you thinking?”

Before Tim could reply, Poltergeist raised a hand to point at Dick-as-Batman.

“AAH! It’s the cops! Run!”

Poltergeist placed her hand on Tim’s shoulder, pulling him and the cape through the ceiling of the batcave and up in the open air of Gotham. As Tim caught sight of Wayne Manor his head whipped towards Poltergeist, hoping she wouldn’t make any connections.

She was staring at him, lips pressed together, looking a bit like a frog.

He was quiet, waiting for her to say something.

She blew a breath of air out, letting her lips buzz.

“Listen, you keep my secret, and I won’t tell anyone Batman’s secret id is some rich fruitloop.”

“...What secret?”

She pivoted them somewhere Southeast.

“That sometimes I can be responsible. Let’s go see Wonder Woman.”

AN:

It's definitely been longer than I had planned since the last update, rip.

Not going to lie, this is like my second ever fic and I definitely thought it'd be a bit easier to get back into the habit of writing. Thought I was making it easier on my self by strongly sticking to the plot of an existing story, but I think that's been an obstacle in and of itself.

Always a little worried that the language is a bit stuffy or things aren't being clear.

[bluerosefox]

Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?!

Danny finds out that

1. He's a clonish 'love child' of two heroes

2. He was accidentally created during one of his donors mental break downs after losing his father and best friends (one of which was his other donor)

3. CW interfered before his creator realized what he made and pulled him out of that dimension because "it would had lead that world to true ruin if he found out at his state of mind. He's better now but it would had been the final straw for him should anything had happened to you in his care and given who he had to partner up with later... I did what I had to."

4. Due to Danny having a bad fall out with his parents after he told them about being Phantom (they didn't attack him... but they did disown him.) Danny is left adrift of what to do. He doesn't wanna bug Jazz, she's in college and dorming. Tuckers place has no room. Sam's parents would never let him stay. Vlad was a definitely a no go. And Dani (Ellie) last check in was near the Amazon rainforest.

5. Danny finds out some of his powers might not be as ghostly as he thought... it does explain the huge power boost some of his powers have compared to other ghosts.

6. He went to Clockwork... who proceeded to tell him the truth, smile his cryptic smile while saying "and now. Have fun this time around. I'll see you again in due time Daniel." Before yeeting him into a portal.

7. Danny woke up in his home dimension.... deaged to being five years old (the age he would be if he stayed and grew by now) (DC timeline is slower than DP in this)

8. He woke up apparently his creator's home city... during a Gala (Danny woke up in a garden, dazed and confused. His memories are fuzzy)... and wandered into the party... and apparently he looked like a perfect mix of his.. dads? Which catches A LOT of peoples attention.

9. Especially with Tim Drake-Wayne and Conner Kent-Luthor just announcing they're dating that very night.

10. Rumors and gossip of a random kid, who looks just like the recent happily announced couple, go flying quickly among the elite... and reaches certain ears before it gets to batfam and supers (I have a feeling they learned how to block out rumors and gossips during these events)

11. Those ears happen to be Lex Luthor and Ra's al Ghul (both who are there at the Gala just to annoy and unnerve the Bats and Supers)

12. By the time the rumors get to Tim and Conner, they find Danny almost getting taken away by one of those two.

[mortiferumsomnum]

Tim vs Danny: Who’s the Better Sugar Daddy?

EDIT: MASTERLIST

***

“MA! It’s not funny!”

But Ma Kent just kept on laughing, no longer able to stir the pasta sauce that was simmering in the pan. Kon stood up to take over, while Ma sat down on a nearby chair, still not able to catch her breath. 

“Conner!” called Pa Kent from the living room, “What do you need a... Shibari Aloe-based Lubricant for?? What is this, a lotion??”

Conner blushed, dropping his stirring spoon in the pan, turning off the stove, and stomping over to the living room, grabbing the “lotion” from Pa’s hands. 

Pa genuinely looked confused. 

“It’s... yeah... It’s lotion.........yeeeeeeeeeah....”

Ma laughed louder in the kitchen.

“Why do you look so flustered, son?” he asked, chuckling and patting Conner’s shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with dry skin! I have lotion for my own feet. That darn athlete’s foot. Wouldn’t go away no matter how much I change brands. Doctor’s also this close to giving up.”

Kon was quiet, feeling a bit awkward standing in the middle of the living room, unable to make a response.

Pa had to make it even more awkward. “Do you think the lotion gift could help with it?”

Ma was wheezing now.

Pa now looked concerned, turning his head towards the kitchen. “Ma! You good?”

“This is too precious!” Ma laughed. “I can’t--- I can’t---”

By the sound of the thud in the kitchen, and Ma’s non-stop laughing, it was obvious that the woman dropped to the floor still unable to pull back her laughs.

Conner was too flustered where he stood to say anything.

Pa made an understanding hum, looking around at the items.

There were gifts. Plenty of gifts. All from Kon’s boyfriends. They ranged from Kryptonian clothes and delicacies, to ancient artifacts that museums would die just to get a sample of, to various expensive items that could be bought from all around the world. Some were gag gifts. But most of them were over the top gifts that Kon either didn’t need, or was too expensive to bring out into the open anyways.

Kon, who had hidden the “lotion” and hid his face in hands, wanted to break up with them now. 

“I’m sure they were just trying to show how much they love you, son,” Pa said, wrapping a comforting arm around the young man. “But, just like how Ma punched me and told me off, you gotta tell your boyfriends off as well that these items means nothing to a relationship if they ain’t gonna be here themselves.”

The young man looked up from his hands, face less flustered and staring at Pa with glimmering eyes. Pa hugged Kon tighter to his chest.

Ma, who had finally stopped laughing, came into the living room and joined in the hug as well. 

Then, eyeing the gifts, Ma started laughing again.

“Ma...” Pa said, tone a little bit scolding.

But Ma picked up an item. Then she showed it to them.

“Is that... supposed to be a bikini?” Pa asked, taking the clothing away, and turning it this and that. He then draped it over himself with a confused expression. “What’s this supposed to cover??”

Kon covered his face, once again flustered.

“I’m breaking up with them,” he groaned.

******

*cough*Pa Kent is pure and a virgin*cough*

@stealingyourbones Thank you for this blessing and curse that you have brought upon me. It had been plaguing my mind all day. And now, I need to make it everyone’s problem, too. uwu

- You see, Tim and Danny found out that the both of them are rich. Danny - Ghost King. Tim - CEO. Playfully, they wanted to see which of them is the best sugar daddy for their sugar baby Kon.

- Kon saw no use in this. Because even if Luthor had been negligent, being the rich person he was, he actually had no idea how much of an allowance an average child needed daily. Kon gets 15k a week from the man. Even his savings were slowly increasing, reaching close to billions. So, Kon had no problem purchasing the things he wanted to buy, or in helping Ma and Pa with their financial problems.

- He told them so.

- And at first, they were going to leave it at that.

- But then Danny discovered that he could go back in time when Clockwork needed to fix something when he travels in time. And then he got a gift, both for Kon and Tim. 

- Of course, they loved it. Kon was satisfied to just leave it as that.

- But then, Tim managed to get a partnership with an alien race that decided to visit earth. And Tim also got a gift for both Kon and Danny.

- Of course, Kon loved it. But, this had also become the beginning between the competition (not really) between his two loves of his life: who could get the best gift for Kon.

- Some days, they were very heartfelt gifts. Other days, they were gag gifts that made Kon want to rip his hair out. Most days, they were just that - gifts that Kon really didn’t need. Those were the ones Kon had no problem selling.

 - But then they went overboard. The heartfelt gifts and the gag gifts came coming in bulk, and Kon decided that it needed to STOP.

- It was the first time Kon had been this strict with them. It was both the most terrifying and hottest thing they’ve seen Kon be.

- But Danny and Tim stops. Not completely, of course. They weren’t doing it to one-up the other anyways. They just really liked giving.

- Then, it didn’t even matter who the best sugar daddy was. The both just had to agree that Kon was the best Malewife.

- Tim and Danny watched in absolute wonder how Kon is able to cook almost everything they all wanted to eat. They watch with big hearts how Kon was so good with children. They watched with fascination how Kon scolds them while cleaning the house to full cleanliness.

- The hugs Tim and Danny would get from Kon made them feel safe. When they hold hands with Kon, they felt warm. When Kon kisses them on their cheek or their forehead, they felt oh, so loved.

- Yeah. No one wins in best sugar daddy, even if the contest was stopped. What matters is that Kon is Best Malewife.

[tic-toc-clock77]

More TicciWork stuff? More TicciWork stuff!

Based on my hc that Toby and Natalie have only ever drunken alcohol once

The couple, 25 at the time, had just gone on a paralyzingly shocking mission. The mission was to kill a family, they'd both assumed before heading there that the family would be comprised of adults as they usually were but this time was different.

"We just killed a child." Clockwork says, wide eyed on the porch of the cabin, Toby by her side. Neither of them could truly believe it but it was their job. They couldn't have just said no and as painstaking as it was, they did it. Both their stomachs were still queasy from what they'd done.

Staring off into vast darkness of the woods, they gripped each other's hands tightly. "We just killed a child." Toby repeats in disbelief, they'd both always had a strong dedication to protecting kids like themselves by killing their parents but there was no reason for this, the people they'd killed were entirely innocent.

In the silent walk back to the cabin, they both knew it; they'd lost their morals of who to kill after working for Slenderman for so long. "What would we do if we had kids?" Toby eventually asks, it'd been on both of their minds. "I don't.." she struggles, "I don't know." she looks down at her boots.

In their struggle to find words, the screen door opens behind them and Tim sits a bit away from Natalie, next to him is a few 6 packs of beer. "Heard about the mission." he says, opening one of the cans and holing it out to her. For a minute she thinks back to her family, how her mother and father both suffered from addiction to alcohol but if her morality of who to kill was gone, why would one beer hurt?

She takes the can and chugs it. "Woah, woah, what a-are you do-oing?" Toby takes the empty, the initial worry of what they'd talked about when it came to the concern of addiction and how they swore they'd never indulge in those things, made his tourettes start to act up.

Natalie shuts her one working eye tightly before opening it again, "What's the point?" she mumbles, her defeated tone makes him shiver. "The point is that we promised each other we wouldn't-" he goes to say but Natalie extends her arms out in an exaggerated motion, "We promised we wouldn't kill kids!" she shouts.

He takes a second to assess the situation, she was right. He reached an arm over shoulder and she put her hands over her face, leaning into his arm. Hesitantly, his arm reaches over to the box that'd been pushed closer to them by Tim, who was nowhere to be seen. He grabs one of the beers and, retracting his arm from around Natalie, he opens the beer. She doesn't seem to notice or care, really.

They sit like that on the porch for hours, emptying can after can together, going between crying and laughing and crying again. This continues into three a.m. both of them plastered out of their minds, both their faces covered in warm tears that grow colder the longer they sit.

Once they're finally on their feet and tripping over each other, just before they go back inside, Natalie collapses onto him, wetting his sweater with her new tears. "Never again." he says, placing a hand on her chin. "We're never killing a child or drinking ever again." he says and nods, "Never again." they repeat to each other before finally going inside and crashing on the couch in the dark.

[sisterofficerlucychen]

Between The Lines of Fear & Blame

(6x05 - Lucy during the 36 hours in which Tim was missing)

01:09am — Hour 7

She drifts in and out of light sleep until by some miracle she falls deep enough that she starts to dream.  No, not a dream, a nightmare; and the subject of it isn’t Tim. At least not at first, at first it’s Jackson.  It’s a torturous fantasy she knows all too well, one that plagued her for almost a year after his murder as the nightmares came and went until therapy ultimately helped her reach acceptance and the world around grew around the grief she carries in her heart that she was able to free herself from the hold it had while she slept. She remembers the last one with ease, just a few weeks shy of the first anniversary of his death as she relived every single moment and woke up gasping for air at the same part like clockwork. Now, three years later she’s having the same dream but for a completely different reason.  It starts out like it always does, fact tangles itself with fiction, and she knows she’s dreaming she just can’t wake herself up from it. Unlike how it really happened where she found out about his passing through a surveillance video played in the watch commander’s office, in this cruel reality she’s with them in the parking lot. She’s forced to watch in horror without the ability to do anything about what she knows is about to happen. She can’t warn them, she can’t stop them, she can’t even scream; all she can do is stare. She watches helplessly as Angela gets thrown into the van, knowing exactly what to expect and what it’ll take to get her back. Then her attention shifts to Jackson, knowing he’s about to take a bullet to the back and be shoved into a trunk where he’ll take his last breath.

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[mouschiwrites]

Creepypasta/MH - Holding Hands

Characters: Nina the Killer, Jane the Killer, Clockwork, Ticci Toby, Tim/Masky, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack

Nina the Killer

Hand-holding is a must with her

Especially when you’re walking

She’s very casual about it, simply interlacing your fingers as you start walking somewhere

She likes to link arms while she holds your hand, getting as close as possible to you

But she’ll be totally nonchalant about it, talking normally as if you weren’t literally joined at the hip

You already know her hands are soft, and they smell like sweet scented lotion

Her grip is gentle until she gets excited

You can always tell when she’s getting worked up because she’ll start to squeeze your hand

Not to the point that it’s painful, but you’ll definitely notice it

If she gets super excited she’ll run in front of you, still holding your hand

You’re just getting dragged at that point

She will not let go of your hand until she absolutely has to

And even then she’ll prolong the contact for as long as possible, sometimes dramatically stretching her arm to hold on by your fingertips

She just loves holding hands :) it’s how she shows she cares

Jane the Killer

Though she won’t admit it at first, she does like holding your hand

At the beginning of the relationship she’ll be super shy about it, going red at the slightest brush of your hands

But gradually she’ll get more comfortable, going from linking pinkies to full-on hand holding

She prefers to do it when you’re sitting alone somewhere

But if you want to hold hands while you walk, she might be down

Depends on the crowd you’re with

If you’re all alone at the mall or something, she’ll probably be more inclined because she wants to keep track of you

But if you’re with a bunch of people you know, she’ll be a bit less receptive to hand holding

When you do hold hands, she likes to cradle your hand in hers

She gives occasional squeezes as signs of affection, shooting you loving glances as she does so

Her hands aren’t too soft, but they’re not rough either

Just normal skin tbh

Clockwork

She reaches for your hand whenever she’s idle

She’ll be retreating into the recesses of her mind, and suddenly her hand is resting atop yours

She likes the feeling of something fleshy in her hand while she thinks

She will squeeze your hand if her thoughts start to get intense

And depending on how intense those thoughts are, you might have to tell her to ease up a little so she doesn’t break your hand

She’ll even start to dig her nails in if you don’t say anything

But if her thoughts are more calm, she’ll gently brush your knuckles with her thumb

Her hands are slightly calloused, especially in the colder months

She’ll be sure to compliment your skin, even if it’s rough like hers

She’s not big on hand holding while walking/in public, unless you’re on a scenic walk and she starts to daydream

If you insist, she might let you hold her pinky or something

But she’d honestly prefer to have full usage of her hands

Ticci Toby

For him, hand-holding is a more pleasant alternative to more harmful manual activities

In other words, he won’t scratch or pick at himself when he’s holding your hand

He doesn’t really notice this though, so you’ll have to be sneaky about it if you want to use it to help him

Luckily he loves holding your hand anyway

So when you hold out your open palm, he smiles and slaps his hand into yours

His hand will be completely still; he won’t even squeeze or brush your knuckles

It’s almost a little eerie; like you’re holding a sleeping person’s hand

It’s also completely unlike him to be so calm

Of course, he’ll probably be occupied doing something else while he’s holding your hand, but still

His skin is very rough, and it’s covered in band-aids and scabs

But if you use your little hand-holding trick often enough, you’ll notice the damage reducing significantly

Somehow he doesn’t notice this either

He’s just happy that you seem to like to hold his hand :)

Tim/Masky

Not really a big hand-holder

He’s just not all that physically affectionate

He can get into it if you’re into it, but he usually won’t initiate it himself

It’s only when he’s tired or upset that he seeks your hand

It’s an intimate action for him, one that he reserved for when he needs some intimate affection

He’ll sit or lay close to you, wordlessly taking your hand into his

He’ll stare at it, brushing his thumb over your knuckles and fingers as if trying to distract himself

Because he probably is

Eventually he’ll close his eyes, and the tight grip he has on you will ease up

He might even fall asleep like that

His hands are big and a little rough on the back

His palms are much softer though, so holding his hand is pretty pleasant

Jeff the Killer

He does actually like hand holding

When he can remember it, anyway

It’s not his first thought to grab your hand when you’re near

But when it does occur to him, he’ll happily grab your hand

It’s usually an abrupt motion in the middle of a walk/conversation

He’ll give you a huge grin and proceed with a little more gladness in his demeanor

He doesn’t like to hold hands in more calm situations though

It’s just awkward for him; he sees hand-holding as an activity to supplement something more active like a walk

So if you reach for his hand while cuddling or something, he’ll squirm out of your grasp pretty quickly

His hands are surprisingly soft, which is weird because you know this man hasn’t touched a bottle of lotion in years

He’ll make fun of you if your hands aren’t as soft, telling you that you need some lotion

Just tell him he’s a hypocrite and he’ll shut up

Eyeless Jack

Sort of like Tim, he reserves hand-holding for more intimate moments

When he’s walking, he likes to be as alert and efficient as possible

Hand-holding is a damper to that, so he’ll politely refuse to hold hands while walking

He’ll gladly take your hand in his when relaxing, though

It’s calming for him to rub your knuckles while talking at the end of a long day

He loves to study the lines on your hand, your nails, the shapes of your fingers—everything

It’s just a very relaxing activity for him :)

His hands are fairly soft, but you can definitely tell he doesn’t use moisturizer often

Plus his nails are very sharp, so sometimes he’ll have little scratches on his palms

He tries so hard not to scratch you, and will apologize endlessly if he does

It does give him an excuse to kiss your hand when he does scratch you, though, so he’s not totally remorseful

How scandalous…. I hope you guys enjoyed!! Thank you for reading, and take care of yourselves little stars <33

(divider by saradika)

[inspectorlyfra]

So, that “Carmilla fixes what’s broken” theory/headcanon, yeah? Let’s play with that a little. Both a literal meaning, and a metaphorical one. Buckle up, let’s go! 

Thanks to his profile on the official website, we know Jonny made up his “backstory” as seen in One-Eyed Jacks. We also know he still did kill his dad, as seen in the “killing your father in an emotionally climactic moment” “you’re projecting again, jonny” exchange in DTTM. I wouldn’t know what the exact words are, I refuse to watch DTTM. Moving on, we don’t actually know how exactly he reached the near-death state necessary for mechanization. Death row? Self-inflicted? A heart attack? Who knows!

Symbolically, though, in the prison interview fiction, he briefly mentions that SA is the one thing Doc Carmilla put off-limits. While this could be a lie, or instead a reference to Carmilla’s parenting (did Jonny ever get time-out?), it pretty steadily points towards some form of morals integrated into the mechanism itself. Backing this up, on his profile again, Jonny says “I’m told I had a good heart, but the Doc dealt with that.” And what organ traditionally is associated with morals? The heart, babey!

Going off of this, I’d say that Jonny’s act of patricide wasn’t premeditated. Back to the “emotionally climactic moment”, and all. However he handled the guilt after he realized what happened, I’d assume that was his downfall.

One headcanon I’ve seen around is that Nastya was born with hemophilia. That’s got the literal ‘broken blood’ out of the way.

As for symbolism, look no further than “Accept the destiny of your blood” as quoted in Cyberian Demons. Nastya knew her family wasn’t great, and she wanted something to be done about that. Their wrongdoings ran in her blood, and she was killed like the rest of them. Clearing her veins set her free.

Ivy’s another tricky one, since we don’t know much about her backstory either. We know that Carmilla made her offer to Ivy in a library she knew by heart, and that’s it.

Going off of her current dissociation from the past thanks to her supercomputer brain, though, I’d guess she had some kind of emotional dysregulation. Trauma, depression, whatever. The dissociation she has now was possibly implemented as a reaction to that. A distance in her own mind, to keep her from getting so overwhelmed.

Thanks to Ashes actually having a backstory song that’s truthful, we know their first death. Smoke inhalation and burns. That, of course, ties into the literal meaning of their lungs.

But lungs aren’t just needed to breathe- you need good lungs to scream. And if Ashes could’ve screamed that night, told the Sevens the truth and exposed Mickey for what he was.. Well, it might not’ve fixed the whole planet, but it would’ve helped.

Brian’s one of two mechs to have the majority of their body be mechanical. His body froze, leaving only his heart intact, yadda yadda.

Going back to the morality idea from Jonny, Brian is a direct parallel to that. Every part of him broke in space except for his heart- his morals. And Carmilla leaned on that with his switch, splitting “morality” into two halves.

A fic I like for this concept that I will promote: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32318977

TS wasn’t made by Carmilla, and its exclusion is fairly self-explanatory for both the literal and figurative, but I’ll go over it quickly anyway. It was made fully clockwork, and only got its autonomy over time. It stole the angel’s voice so that it would have to be heard. 

Tim’s eyes burned out, yes, but he saw countless atrocities over the 3 or 4 years of the war. Replacing his eyes didn’t remove the memories, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

Marius has very little of his pre-mech backstory known! He was a child soldier, and he fought in a giant mecha. That’s about it.

The arm is, arguably, the part of your body that does the most things externally. It types, writes, holds, carries, hits, crushes. And if you’re a soldier, it kills. So when Marius got a shiny new arm and was removed from the environment he grew up in, of course he wanted to be a doctor. He wanted to figure out how to preserve life, not destroy it. Granted, the Mechs don’t need a doctor, but.. I’m sure he had the right idea before the standard desensitization that comes with immortality.

Raphaella’s a complete fucking wild card! Let’s go!

I must of course mention @ladydragonkiller‘s Icarus!Raphaella fic before anything else. Go read it, it’s lovely. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39452052

Whether you subscribe to the “Raphaella gave herself wings” agenda or the “Human carcinization, Raphaella’s species always had wings, but Raphaella’s went wrong somehow” agenda, from my understanding it’s pretty widely agreed on that she mechanized herself.

And whether or not you lean on the Icarus idea, I think the theme of ambition is a strong note. Science is an ambitious field of study! I still like my old idea of a fallen angel interpretation of Raphaella. Regardless of if she was cast out by others or left the nest of her own volition, that ambition and that separation is what cost her her wings.

Making new wings for herself returned her freedom, returned her ambition, returned all of those glorious things. And now, she flies higher than ever before.

And that’s all of them! This wasn’t the most organized, but I had a lotta thoughts I wanted to get down. Wooooo!

[alalaya2]

Tim Drakes sleeping habits save the Earth

Part 9 Death is a punk Goth

Morrigan like her older brother always knew things Things she was suppose to know and things she was defiantly not suppose to know. It did help with her rambunctious Friends/ siblings that she was the one who always knew how a journey would end. Lazarus would start there journeys Clockwork could see where they would go, she would see the end of the journey and their friends/siblings of chose made the journey worth taking. I had save them all a lot of grief in the long run knowing which pitfalls to avoid especially if both she and her Brother told them not to do it. Vortex nine time out of ten did it any way the Crazy loon that he was took it as a challenge. It would not surprises Morrigan if the Yahoo became a deliquesce in her absents.

It was not until she had married Lazarus and became pregnant with her twins that she saw two different ending she was Death and death was an end and a new beginning. she could watch her babies grow up and have children of their own only for most of the Realms being destroyed or she could miss so much of their life and the would suffer but they would survive and some day maybe even be happy and the realms would flourish. She was the Phantom Queen in the end their really wasn't a choice.

Morrigan allowed herself to Fade into the realms of the Endless and with the realms of the Endless was her younger siblings Destiny, Dream (formerly Morpheus, succeeded by Daniel), Destruction ("The Prodigal"), Desire, Despair ,Delirium (formerly "Delight"). She knew that she needed to keep them safe and that one day she would take them into the infinite Realms to save the balance they all protected. It was hard watching her Children Grow up without her and watching the hardship all of her family went through. the only comfort she had was a small locket watch that Clockwork had given to her with its steady ticking she knew the day it died was the day that she could go home and it was a day she was Dreading.

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Danny hurt all over his head hurt his body hurt and even his hair hurt he could see some ghost that had gone missing a few days ago secured to a slab the Scientist. He was luck or unlucky that as a Ghost his voice and hands were not intermetal to communicating. They had Klemper his Blond hair was matted with his own ectoplasm he was missing one of his red eyes. Klemper Reached out to his aura to his king ‘Friend, King. no not you’

‘How? Missing, who else’

“Ambushed, Trap, Promus of Friend, Archer gone.’

Archer was one of Doras subjects he was just starting to be trusted to go out of the Dragon Kingdom Aragon had not treated his subjects well and his soldiers even worse. Jazz had given Dora resources to help, and they were finally started to heal and move forward. Danny allowed himself one moment to mourn his passing and focused back onto Klemper and any others that may be there.

‘Others?’

‘Yes Plaything, Rebreather others don’t Know 15 more’

Over 20 of his Subjects he knew some were missing in the living Realms and no one knew it was that many and there was no telling how many others had faded like Archur. It was as if his core was a glacier, and it was starting to melt and Crumble at the thought of some many of his subjects he couldn’t save couldn’t PROTECT. His Fight had discovered that he had a Dule obsession Space and the protections of all that was in it the fact that his people were suffering, and he couldn’t protect them was painful. ‘Stay strong, will get you all out, help will come.’ Klemper just projected a string of emotions that Danny didn’t catch.

Klemper was a little over 100 years old he had Died during WWI Due to Mustard gas he knew that the young king was just Trying to protect him in any way he can. He had been with the GIW too long and he would not last the rest of the day. Already he could feel his core starting to dissolve but, the thought was nice almost like a Friend trying to comfort you. At least this time he would not die alone with out a friend or as near a Friend as a ghost enemy can get. ‘Sorry king, to late, to late, much to late thank you not alone friend.’

Danny watched in horror as Klemper seemed to shimmer a bit then he started to dissolve leaving bits of snow as he became less and less. Danny screamed as much as he could with his muzzle and restraints. He’s chest Rumbled shaking the table he had been strapped to and that Rumble started to shake the building as well. There was shouting in the halls outside the room, but Danny didn’t hear, nor did he care one of his had faded right in front of him and he could do nothing. Klemper was a little annoying, but he didn’t deserve this, none of them did.

Finally, Agent O burst in the room while he was trying to cover his ears as much as possible. Agent O glared at Danny shouting at him to shut up, but Danny could not hear him over the sounds of his own muffled screams. He had had enough and kicked the Button on the side of Danny’s table, shocking Danny into oblivion. Agent O, pleased with how he was able to take out the Ghost Scum was happy that despite that little hiccup everything was going smoothly.

This, all the GIW later find out, would be proven false because The Batfam and the JL were on the case Clark had heard the scream and told batman which Direction it was coming from. The Bats were able to find the tremors from the scream and pinpoint where Danny was they alerted everyone and everyone was ready for a throwdown.

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When why and how was toby tortured?

I know I wrote something more in depth but I can't find it :v

TW: mentions of drugging, mentions of various torture methods, nothing is described in detail

Toby's incident

Toby had been at the manor for maybe around 8 or so months, and was sent out on a mission close to the territorial border with Tim and Clockwork. Brian was out of commission due to an incident last week while repairing one of the lobby stairs.

It happened quickly once they reached the gate of the Black Forest, surrounded, swarmed, and left for dead. Tim and Clockwork fought until they were left unconscious from bleeding or or hit in the head one too many times.

The only reason they're both still alive is because one of Slender's alarm systems pick up a disturbance in the area.

They took Toby, who was fading in and out of consciousness, over enemy lines and directly to the castle.

Tim is the only secret-keeper of the proxies, and Zalgo was misinformed by the amount of time Toby was seen with Slender, assuming Toby was in-training.

Why didn't they take Tim? Tim has Masky, who will protect him and the secrets until death. He's also been through torture training and the likes.

Toby has not.

For a week. 168 hours. Toby was mentally, physically, and spiritually tortured.

He went through sensory deprivation, sensory overstimulation, blood-letting, drugging, really hateful shit.

But Zalgo, the lovely king, can do this thing called Concious-Pulling. Slender can also do this, but he'd rather not because it's quite rude.

He pulled out Toby's consciousness into his own realm, and killed him over multiple times, paired with interrogation, most of questions that he knew nothing about or even heard of before.

A rescue team was put together between the proxies and an Allied operator that took a lot of convincing to get onboard with the idea of butting heads with one of the most powerful beings in the underrealm.

Slender and his ally both participated, posing as a hazardous distraction while the team whisked in and rescued Toby. When the doors opened to the bright light, Toby finally thought his body ceased and could see his sister once more.

Tim was sobbing behind his mask, cradling Toby, knowing what Hell this poor kid went through because he couldn't protect him long enough.

He carried Toby all the way home, insisted on treating all of his wounds, which weren't many, and tucked him into the bed.

While Toby was resting, he didn't say one word to anyone, and Eyeless Jack was lucky if he got a nod when asking him about food or comfort.

Tim got in several heated arguments with Slender, accusing him of letting Toby suffer through mental trauma until he rots away. Tim wanted Slender to administer amnesia dust, and Slender needed more time to decide.

Amnesia dust is no light matter, many morals and implied consent have to be integrated into it, and Slender must decide how much to use, if Toby would want it, and if he is making the right decision.

You are essentially putting someone's memories to sleep, and it must be thought over carefully.

In the end, Slender decided to erase them partially. He kept the hatred, the acts of violence, and everything leading up to it in tact. But the torture itself was dulled, blurred like a dream.

Remnants of it still lurk in Toby's memory, overly sensitive to loud noises unlike he used to be, and flickers of that week still plague his nights.

But, it sure as hell could have been worse. He was lucky to make it out alive.