#danny is traumatised

[orbitalpython]

It's not like it mattered anyway?

< (2) >

Bruce should've expected this. Damian had been very quiet the last couple of days. After all it's not everyday you see a black hair and blue eyed teenager popping up in popularity. But something about this specific black haired blue eyed teenager caught Damian's attention. Something that is never good. So Bruce took the liberty of bugging EVERYTHING. So that Bruce wouldn't be surprised but...

There are a million things he should have expected but, Now that he's here chasing that teenager he realizes two things. 1.) Nobody ever makes Damian go AWOL and 2.) Daniel Fenton looks striking like him. So Bruce did some "investigations" into the Fenton's history. History in Salem witch trials regarding Jack Fentonightingale. Ghost research in being self proclaimed "experts" in Ectobiology. And... DANIEL FENTON - ADOPTED

BIRTH FATHER - BRUCE WAYNE

how had he missed this?

Jack and Maddie just got back from the school after hearing what happened. Assassins and Danny's apparent brother has come to "Take him home" whatever THEIR son interpreted that as must have meant nothing good. But when they opened the door to his room... Nothing empty. Glow in the dark stars? Gone. Space posters? Removed. Clothes? Missing. The room looks exactly like a guest bedroom.

So they went down to the basement and the site left them shocked. the basement looked normal. No portal, no weapons not even the various inventions that usually lay scattered around nor the patents and blueprints remained. Fenton Works seemed to just not exist anymore. Soon shouting came from up above recognizable voices Danny's friends.

"DANNY? BRO YOU HERE?" Tucker and Sam arrived later than Danny did. " Hey Tucker and Sam." Maddie said as she walked up from the basement "Was... Did you two see Danny by any chance?" "No, it's like Danny erased any and all reference of himself." Tucker said looking at the school student list. "Hey... you... guys seen Danny... yet?" Jazz said coming in haggard and out of breath.

[dafry-shenanigans]

RISE UP MY FOLLOWERS, FOR I HAVE FINALLY COME BACK WITH THE MILK-!!! (Secret trio)

I missed drawing these goobers and I'm already cooking up some angst ;)

See you soon! (hopefully...)

[ghostwritergirl]

DP x DC prompt: Finding Halfas Unexpectedly (And Incredibly Sick Ones While At It)

While travelling to Gotham for the annual meet up with Tim and the rest of YJ, Greta gets kidnapped by the GIW, since she registers as a ghost to them even though she insists she’s human (she doesn’t mention she was formerly a ghost). They don’t care and kidnap her, intending to do lots of painful experiments and torture with other ghosts they’ve captured. Meanwhile, Greta is scared, confused and reliving her trauma of being detained by the D.E.O, except this time her friends aren’t coming to save her and she doesn’t even have her powers to help.

Except rescue DOES come, in the shape of a glowing boy with snow-white hair and glowing green eyes and powers that look a little too similar to Greta’s own as he frees the other glowing people that are apparently ghosts. He does a double take at seeing her, shock on his face as he talks in a garbled language Greta can sort of understand.

Then the boy rips a hole into the fabric of reality and revealing something green and glowing and reminding her too much of death on the other side and as while the ghosts are fleeing through the portal, he grabs and drags Greta through it, screaming, before she blacks out.

At the same time, Jason’s been struggling with his Pit Rage recently, even though it doesn’t feel like rage and more like hunger, before he collapses in the middle of patrol. That’s when a glowing kid appears in front of him, shocked and horrified as she asks him what’s wrong with his core, whatever the hell that means. Jason doesn’t have the time to ask before a portal opens that looks disturbingly like the Lazarus Pits appears and the kid grabs him and drags him through it with surprising strength as the Pits scream in Jason and pain erupts across his entire body before he blacks out.

The next thing Greta and Jason know, they’re in an infirmary ward that isn’t in the Watchtower, Batcave or Titan’s Tower, there’s cuffs around Jason’s wrists that look to be made of ice, they both strangely feel better than they have in a long time, and there’s a freaking yeti with an ice arm standing at the other end of the room who informs Jason the cuffs were a precaution after he went a little berserk earlier, since Lazarus water and the puree ectoplasm of the Realms don’t mix that well, and now that they’re awake, the procedures can begin for reviving Greta’s core that has been dormant since Darkseid that would have ended up hurting her in the long run and was getting severely malnourished and removing the contaminated ectoplasm from Jason’s core that was slowly starving and killing him again, and once they’re done they can once more be healthy ghosts (he didn’t clarify ghost forms, as he thought they both knew about their halfa status)

Cue the inevitable freak-out from Jason and Greta and attempt at escape from the yeti that wants to murder them both again.

In the other room, Danny and Dani are reenacting the Spider-Man meme and sharing in their shock over how they both found halfas with messed-up cores while Danny was doing a rescue/raid at a GIW base and Dani was visiting Gotham at the same time… until they hear the chaos happening with Frostbite and now they have to explain what being a halfa actually is to those very halfas who have no freaking clue and think they’re being murdered again instead of receiving much-needed medical help.

Guess they really should have explained things before dragging them through portals, huh?

[home-of-renn]

What if when ghosts - including Danny - enter that form with a ghostly tail it means they have to consciously be aware of their own physical appearance.

For actual ghosts it's not that big of a deal since most of them already have the disconnection from humanity that comes with death. Many of them have either been dead too long to remember what a human form should properly look like while others just straight up don't care, and for most, it's just subconscious and they don't have to really think about it.

But Danny's a little anxious about it.

On one hand, it means that he gets to play some really great pranks on Sam and Tucker, but on the other hand, it also means that most people end up terrified and starkly reminded that their local superhero is, in fact, just one of the many ghosts that he fights.

But I'm not talking huge differences in appearance - nah, I'm a fan of unnerving, pre-eldritch Danny.

So in the heat of the moment Danny slips up and his arms may appear just a little too long, his teeth a little too sharp, his body distorted just enough to make your hair stand on end. His eyes reflect in the dark and his Lichtenburg scars stand out a little too starkly against his bloodless pallor. His suit loses that hazmat sheen and dulls to a smokey charcoal black, looking far too tight, stretched to its limits against muscle and bone, fused with his skin.

His hands get a little too big and his victorious grin stretches a little too wide across his face.

Sometimes, in the heat of battle, if you get a little too close, you can see something reminiscent of burn scars crawling up his neck and across his jaw, wrinkling his lips and creeping higher with his anger. The flesh, web-like and raised, but just as colourless as his complexion. Scars that only those who'd been saved and clutched tight in Phantom's arms have ever claimed to see.

But only sometimes.

Most of the time Phantom isn't even scary in the traditional sense - just the extreme Uncanny Valley sense. Most of the time Phantom is sarcastic and quick-witted and almost charming. Most of the time.

Nowadays Danny's got a better grip on it. It doesn't happen often.

But when it does, the Fenton's claim that it's proof of Phantom's deceit, hiding his sinister nature and deceiving Amity Park. It's something his parents never fail to use to try and prove just how inhuman he really is.

[jeena-says-hi]

Headcannon that Danny cracks his neck and knuckles all the time but when he cracks his neck, it full on breaks and everyone is horrified but then it just pops back to normal as if nothing happened

[jey-chan]

I have the idea of some rogerd realising for accident that danny is baby and so far i have this ideas:

Danny: So! Before you start with all your rant ablut making me your new hosedecore... i need to ask you someting prtety important, and since you are the frist ghost to show uo today you got tho answer it. I should prefer either Boxy or Lunch Lady but what can you do? Anyway... what does a ghost need to do for theyr Dead Aniversary?

Skuller just blue scren at that last sentence: ... what we do on our deadday?

Danny: yup! i need to be prepared! Sams thinks i could relive my half dead and having that on my paren- The fenton house. Tuker thunks i need to go an shove myself a grave, and Jazz give him that eye rol, but dosent know if its aprpopiated to buy a cake or not

Skuller:.... what... why are you on the ghost mad sentcies lab?

Danny: thats my parents house? And i died there? Like i died opening the portal but-

Skuller: the portal? Like the ghost portal that had ben opened for like 6 monts a least? You died opening the fuking portal on your mad parents basement? The portal that HAD BEN OPEN FOR LEST THAN 6 MONTS PORTAL‽ THAT PORTAL‽

Danny: yup! Kusco! You are doing great!

Sudenly all those extrange things for the ghos punk make sence.

The kid was born as a Gate Protector Spirit. A New Hera Halfa.

HE HAD GONE AFTER A FUKING BABY ACIENT!

Skull: i am not longer going to hunt you. I am going to teach you all you need to know about Ghost culture!

.-.-.-..☆

Lunch laddy just coming to chek on the meny and overhear that the Phantom team where discuting over if they should make a party for Dannys 1st daydead or if they should ask a ghost if they need to prepare someting for it.

Lunch lady: sweetpays... what do you mean Phantom frist deyday?

Tuker: oh yea, Danny is almost 6 monts away of turning a 1 year old halfa, we dont know if its safe for him to stay at his deadplace or not.

.-.-.-.-.

Jonny going to frosbithe for a doctor apointment and hearing the yeti told the ghost kid that he need his 6mts old ghost shot and that he should surrond himself of his obsesion from his 1st deadday.

Jonny and shadow: 0.0 is a baby‽

.-.-.-.-

Jhon Constantine: .... You ARE A BABY‽

[wordswithkittywitch]

Okay, I’m going to admit I come with some emotional baggage. I was in a war, and now I have post-traumatic stress disorder. What I saw and what I had to do was unspeakably horrible and all I want to do is not be reminded of what I had to do but people keep asking me about it. I just want to help the kids who are still alive to be helped.

Anyway, I recently found out that my girlfriend was lying to me about leaving the country with one of her friends. I mean, I knew something was up and I tried to be okay with it once I actually found out what was going on. And I don’t care that her friend is a guy, I care that she was lying to me. I might care a little that her friend was kind of a jerk to me when we met, but I still don’t understand why he did that. (I also don’t know why he kept calling me a P.E. teacher. I teach maths. I don’t want to think it’s a race thing, but I really don’t know what kind of thing it was) I don’t like people lying to me. And I really don’t like people I care about lying to me. And I really do love her, I want this to work, but pretending I’m happy when I’m not isn’t healthy for either of us.

And for this half of the fandom are happy that I got hit by a car.

[moghraidhs]

danny littell // band of brothers // replacements au

[loafthecat]

Hey hey see this lil fella-?

His name is Danny and it’s his birthday-!

So uh yeah- I drew the funni Italian man because it’s his b-day-

Everyone wish him a happy birthday ok-?

He is very traumatised and he needs it.

Oc is NOT MINE. Danny belongs to @capturecharlesau ))

[orbitalpython]

It's not like it mattered anyway?

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Danny shouldn't have been surprised when his twin, brother, the heir came. He had never once been thought of as a brother by Damian the heir. Not when Danny helped him when a mission went south, not when Danny saved his butt not once, not twice but many, MANY times before. And definitely not when Damian the heir stabbed him in the chest confided to Danny. And what did he get out of it? Stabbed, betrayed, left to rot. At least the Fentons found him when they did. Before he'd thought he'd not make it very far.

Before. Heh... almost forgot back then. Back when Danny hadn't been Danny. Back when Danyal had been before Danny was there.

But not here. Not now. "Danyal! It's time to come home brother!" Honestly Danny shouldn't have been shocked, but he unfortunately was very shocked ™ upon Damian the heir showing up at his school. His home, his family HIS life was going to be uprooted. In front of countless civilians. So what did he do? Go invisible? Go with the heir? No that would be very stupid. Currently Danny isn't thinking as Danny, Danny is currently thinking as Danyal. And Danyal has a few tricks up his sleeve.

Best way to get the heck out of dodge? Smoke bomb and flash bang circle of course. And killing any assassins that might show up. Killing on his OWN terms.

Damian thought his brother long dead only for his face to appear again, again and again. Why hadn't he been dead? It would've been much easier for him to cope with Danyal dead. So Damian made a decision. Tell Father about Danyal and make Father give him the disappointed dad face™, the former. Or go get Danyal himself and explain later, the latter.

Damian soon found himself outside a high school, Casper high if the sign out in front had anything to say about it. 2:30PM time for dismissal. With students coming out in droves it would be impossible for any ordinary person to pick a face out of a crowd. Damian is not a ordinary person. "Danyal!" He shouted. "It's time to come home brother!" Honestly Damian was not expecting Danyal to flashbang him and several others and disappear in a cloud of smoke. Nor the dead assassins that weren't there before. Neither did he expect the NO written in blood on the school walls.

Now? Now it was a chase. Bats versus assassins. Family versus monsters. Him versus the first person that gave him unconditional love. HIM versus the one HE betrayed. Brother versus brother. Just like Cain and Abel.

Can't Damian do anything right? Just for once? Why did it have to go this way? He's actually sorry and he wants his brother back. Hopefully the excuse he made holds up.

[thepurpleether]

I love the Danny Phantom fandom, because you can see a post like this:

all wholesome and shit, and then immediately after you’ll see a post like this:

And that’s not even the worst one by far. love this community, very diverse and wholesome 🥰🥰🥰

[freesiadotcom]

JUST FINISHED WATCHING THE ULTIMATE ENEMY. WHAT THE FUCK

[that-random-fangirl]

I've written a bunch - I'm both sorry and not at all sorry. Danny is about to have a Real Bad Time, here's the first part y'all:

~~~~~✨~~~~~

“Do you ever think Batman gets sad?” Young Danny asked his father as he was tucked into bed one night. 

“I don’t think so, son.” Jack responded, kissing Danny’s head. 

“Really?” The boy thought for a moment. “Even if he gets hurt?”

His Dad chuckled softly, carding thick fingers through his child’s dark hair. “Even then – he has to get back up and chase the baddies so they can’t hurt anyone else.”

“Wow.” The three-almost-four-year-old gasped in awe. “I wanna be strong like Batman when I grow up.”

“I thought you wanted to be an astronaut?” Jack teased.

“I do!” The child wrinkled his nose, squinting in thought at the problem. Finding his solution, he nodded frantically, eyes wide and grinning. “I know – I’ll be a Batronaut!” 

The man smiled at his son, standing to walk towards the open bedroom door. “Then you’d better go to sleep, Danno. You gotta grow up big and strong to be a Batronaut.”

The boy drifted off, dreaming of superheroes, protection and stars.

-----

He hadn’t meant for it to go like this, hadn’t meant to get so burned out that his parents the Doctors Fenton got a good shot in and sent him crashing into the sign on the outskirts of Amity, the one that proclaimed it as ‘A Nice Place To Live’, but not a nice place to die. The one where you could see the whole city and know that everyone was safe. Right where the road to Amity Park joined the highway to Everywhere Else. He hadn’t meant for the GAV to pull up with a half-dozen white vans, for the crowd of ghost hunters to catch him de-transforming out of exhaustion and nearly passing out.

“Mom, Dad,” he tried weakly, “please don’t shoot.”

“Ecto-Scum!” Jack boomed, his voice harsh against Danny’s aching mind. “Release my son!”

“I am your son!” Danny cried.

“No.” Maddie insisted, eyes watering before she clenched them and gripped her gun tightly, bringing it back up to aim another shot. “You’ve killed our son!”

“Please!” The child begged, hopelessly. “Please listen to me – I am Danny!”

He hadn’t meant to get shot again, but he had meant to send the ectoblast straight up as a flare to his friends and the other ghosts. He hadn’t expected Tucker’s newest invention to descend on the white-suits with pellets of paint and green gas that cloaked him, nor for two to ensnare the elder Fentons in the ecto-proof nets they were so proud of. The green cloud grew and Danny, still weak from injuries and shock, didn’t move until a red streak zipped down to grab him. 

The Red Huntress carried him to the outskirts of Elmerton, where Sam, Tucker, and Jazz picked them up in the Corpse Mobile, a black hearse that had been a sixteenth birthday present for Sam from Grandma Ida. They had been driving for all of fifteen minutes when he was handed a glowing green post-it note.

‘The way is clear, Little Star, 

The Lady of Shades and Curses awaits her King.

The path is set, the road is far,

When all is as it should be, the city bells will ring.

– CW’

Danny stared at the note in his hands, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. He leaned back in his seat, wincing at the tug on his burns and closing his eyes. He sensed Tucker and Sam either side of him, briefly realising that Sam was letting someone else drive her car (just as well, she hadn’t passed her test yet), warm hands eased his shirt up and coaxed him to move enough that they could remove it. A gasp from Val in the passenger seat told him Jazz was driving, and he was reminded that Val was still new to all this. How long ago was it that Ellie had dropped the bomb before flying off to travel again – maybe a week? Or a month? Who knows, he hadn’t been sleeping well either way.

He sucked in a breath, hissing at the sudden sting on the burns.

“Shit, sorry man.” Tucker muttered, gently dabbing antiseptic on the burns. 

He squeezed back. “D’n worry, ‘s fine.” He managed, sighing when fingers slathered something cool on top of the wounds, the sharpness fading and smoothing its edges into numbness.

Sam rubbed circles on the back of his hand, and he opened his eyes to stare into her worried amethyst gaze. Her face was drawn, paler than she worked to make it when she was going for a particularly vampiric look, he managed a small smile at her. Her face softened, and she released his hand to help maneuverer him as Tucker wrapped the wounds. 

The techno-geek rummaged in the go-bag at his feet, pulling out a soft t-shirt and hoodie. “Here, man.” He called, prompting Danny to turn his way and helping him into a shirt that was a size too big.

“What now?” Val asked, turning around to face the trio in the backseat.

None had an answer for her. Everyone in the car was exhausted, perhaps none more than the half-dead boy in the middle of the backseat who Sam was currently coaxing into a baggy, black hoodie.

“Now we drive.” Jazz finally spoke. “We drive until we figure out what in the Realms Clockwork is trying to communicate in that note, and we go from there.”

Danny stared at the note again, fogginess clearing for a moment of clarity. “You guys can’t come with me.”

“What?!” Sam demanded. “We aren’t leaving you!”

“Yeah.” Tucker agreed, for once. “We’re ride or die, dude.”

“Ride AND die.” Valerie corrected, eyes twinkling.

Jazz pulled over and turned to face him. “If you think I’m going to leave you now, Little Brother, you must be mad.”

“I appreciate that, you guys, I really do.” Danny sighed. “But we can’t all disappear, it’ll be too suspicious – Realms, if you guys aren’t back in Amity soon it’ll be suspicious too.”

Tucker scoffed. “If you think I can’t make all of us new identities then—”

“It’s not that.” Danny interrupted. “It’s Clockwork’s note, look – he says ‘Little Star’, no one else.”

“So?” Val challenged. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything, Val.” Danny pleaded. “Clockwork is cryptic, but he wouldn’t leave a message like this without all the information we needed.”

“He’s right.” Jazz realised.

“You cannot be agreeing with him right now!” Sam exclaimed.

“Sam.” Tucker whispered. “He’s right, you know how Clockwork is.”

“But—I,” she tried to dispute, before sighing, defeated, “I know. I know but I don’t like it.”

“I don’t like it either.” Danny admitted, voice cracking. “But Clockwork wouldn’t send a note if he wasn’t trying to help.”

“Fuck.” Val breathed. “Fuck, what are we all gonna do?”

“I don’t know.” Tucker agreed.

“Let me see the note, Danny.” Val asked. “We’re gonna figure this out, and Jazz is gonna keep driving so we can get some distance before Danny has to go off on his own.”

“Pass those other go-bags, Val? I’m gonna try and re-pack them so he only has a couple to carry.” Tucker asked, grabbing the note to exchange with her as she handed the bags back.

“Read it out loud, Val, maybe we can figure it out if we put our heads together?” Sam suggested, squeezing Danny’s hand.

“The way is clear, Little Star, 

The Lady of Shades and Curses awaits her King.

The path is set, the road is far,

When all is as it should be, the city bells will ring.” Val recited.

“Hmm, ‘Lady of Shades and Curses’, maybe someone in the Infinite Realms?” Tucker proposed.

“The only ‘Ladies’ I know of in the Realms are the Lunch Lady, Lady Dorathea, Lady Gotham and Lady Pandora.” Danny responded tiredly, trying not to groan as the day’s events catching up with him.

“Lady Gotham!” Sam exclaimed. “Yes, that makes sense! What was the last line again, Val?”

“When all is as it should be, the city bells will ring?” Val asked.

“Gotham City.” Jazz confirmed. “We can’t drive Danny all the way, not if we want to be back in Amity with enough time to not look suspicious. But we can get him to a bus station that’s closer to Gotham and further from the GIW, Jack and Maddie.”

Her refusal to acknowledge the ones who hurt him as her parents sent a warm buzz through his core. Yet the dull ache of their rejection and his guilt at her distain for them throbbed uncomfortably in his chest.

Jazz changed course, headed for the bus station on the outskirts of Chicago. 

“You guys will be able to get back to Amity before you’re missed – right?” Danny asked.

“It’ll take about an hour to get to the bus station, and two hours to get back. We’ll be back by 6am, 7 at the latest and no one will even know we left.” Tucker assured, tapping away on his PDA and producing a laptop from a pocket in the car. “I’m scrubbing the Corpse Mobile from every camera as we go.” He logged in, swiping his fingers across the keyboard and opening several windows on-screen. He entered a command, his finger hovering over the enter button as he smiled over at Danny. “Hey Danny, we’re going ghost.” He hit enter, erasing any trace of the Corpse Mobile in the last few hours and setting the program running to continue erasing it until they made it back to Amity.

Danny snorted, wincing slightly and waving off the worried looks around the car. The air was lighter after that, Danny even managed to get a half-hour of sleep before they arrived a couple streets away from the bus station.

“Here.” Tucker passed Danny a black-and-green device, along with a black wristband. “I’ve been working on these for a while.”

The device turned on, white text blooming in the middle of the screen: ‘TF Tech'. 

“Is this a phone?” Danny asked.

“Yes – should be damn near impossible to break, even with your track record.” Tucker joked.

“Built with a combination of Foley bullshittery and WayneTech.” Val commented.

“They manufacture the best materials and happen to mesh well with ecto-tech.” Tucker defended, somewhat embarrassed. “It’s all encrypted and the wristband should help hide your ecto-signature.”

“They were gonna be a gift for your sixteenth.” Sam started. “But given the circumstances – an early present seems to be the least we can do.”

“You guys, thank you so much.” Danny whispered. “I don’t know how I could ever repay you.”

“You can keep in touch and remember that you don’t owe us anything – we want to help and be there for you, we chose that.” Sam insisted.

Valerie and Jazz climbed out of the front of the car and into the backseat with the others. They crowded together, sandwiching Danny between them in a group hug.

“Yeah, Spooks.” Valerie added. “You remember I said ride and die – right?”

“You’d better keep in touch Danny – or so help me.” Jazz reached forward to squeeze his hand.

“I will, I promise.” Danny swore. “You better keep in touch too.”

They huddled together in the backseat. Eyes burning – not from ectoplasm, never from ectoplasm, not anymore – they held each other for a few minutes. Before long, it had to end.

“I have to go.” Danny croaked.

“We know.” Jazz breathed. “We know.”

With a squeeze on each hand from Val and Jazz, and a kiss on each cheek from Sam and Tucker, Danny grasped hold of the straps of the bags at his feet and faded from the visible and tangible spectrum.

“I love you guys.” He whispered, slipping from the vehicle and away.

“Do you ever think Batman gets sad?” Young Danny asks his father as he gets tucked into bed one night.

“I don’t think so, son.” Jack responds, kissing Danny’s head.

Ten years later, as Danny is nearly bleeding to death in Batman’s arms after being found in an alley, he finally understands. Batman can get sad, but he can also be very, very angry at the same time.

[mothofmyth]

DP X DC

The Justice League summons the ghost king. Danny was in the middle of an emergency that only he could stop.

He screams and cries and begs them to send him back, tells them it's life or death, tells them they can summon him again in 24 hours just PLEASE send him back NOW everybody was going to die

They argue and deliberate for almost ten minutes before they send him back.

They summon him again the next day. He's different.

They try to talk to him but he just hangs there numbly, floating and staring at nothing.

Nightwing can't take it anymore. Maybe the ghost king is an eldritch god, but to him he just looks like a traumatised child.

Without hesitation, he steps into the circle (Constantine told them all to stay back from it the first time he summoned Phantom but what's the worst that could happen?)

Everybody protests but Constantine keeps them back, tells them more people in the summoning circle will only make things more dangerous.

So, Nightwing does his thing. He hesitantly approaches the loose ball of glowing limbs that is Phantom, talking gently as he goes.

He asks Phantom if he can touch him, and still gets no response. Just dull, dead eyes looking past him.

Cautiously, he lays a hand on the ghost-boy's shoulder. No response.

He pulls him into his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and talking softly.

All at once, the king crumbles. He turns into the one-armed hug, fisting a hand tightly into Nightwing's costume. He buries his face in the hero's shoulder and begins to sob. Terrible, wretched noises of agony.

Nightwing makes soothing noises to the child in his arms as he turns to meet eyes with the rest of the Justice League.

They summoned him in the middle of an emergency and instead of sending him back immediately they kept him there. Kidnapped him.

This was their fault.

[lotus-ignis]

I DESPISE THIS WOMAN.

You Know, every time I think to myself "alright, I'm oftentimes quick to judge, I should give Clara another chance, so many seem to love her."

And afterwards, she often does/says something cool or nice or fun. And then she goes ahead being a complete bitch again and I am once again reminded as to why I hate her so much.

[regonold]

The new wayne sibling concerns his family danny the new sibling can get anything you just have to ask the thing is no one can figure out how like it started small like tim saying god I'd kill for [hyper specific coffee brand he got one time 2 years ago from a coffee shop on a mission] and the next day danny places the coffee down infront of tim

Now danny refuses to answer how or where he got it from but the others of course have to experiment and so they start experimenting like they mention more and more obscure until eventually damian asks for a legendary magical sword and danny doesn't doesn't have it in the the usual 2-3 days they think it's bust but Don't mention anything

(Can't exactly reveal you were doing experiments our new brother and taking advantage of him as well)

Until a week later daimian wakes to a gleaming sword of legends on his bed

Meanwhile danny who is freshly traumatised is going if i prove myself useful they won't throw me out right?