#dcu

[cerogulia]

Started this one afew months back and decided to come back and finish it quick

[deecotan]

more deaged baby!dick shenanigans, ft. a (very) sleep-deprived bruce. inspired by that one video of a tired mom who tried feeding bottled milk to her friend instead of her baby

[iydiamartinx]

PAN-DEMONIUM II

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

divider by: cafekitsune & omi-resources word count: 1.2k synopsis: When your boyfriend forgets to mention his dad is the Batman, things can escalate quickly.  a/n: I wasn't planning on a part two but y'all asked, so here it is!

You hummed under your breath, barefoot on cool marble, sleeves of Jason’s hoodie rolled up to your elbows as you stood in the large kitchen, helping Alfred lay out breakfast. The older man had insisted—very politely—that you relax, but you’d ignored him in equally polite defiance and taken to slicing fruit while he worked on the eggs. Jason was upstairs showering, and everything was feeling domestic and peaceful.

“Would you be a dear and watch the eggs for a moment?” Alfred asked as he dried his hands on a dish towel. “I’ve just remembered the preserves need restocking.”

“Of course,” you said, offering him a warm smile as you stepped in front of the stovetop. The eggs were nearly done—edges crisping perfectly. 

They let out a gentle hiss as you stirred them. You were so focused on making sure they didn’t burn. You didn’t even hear the door creak open behind you.

You only realized that you were no longer alone when you heard footsteps approaching from behind.

“Back already?” you asked without looking up. “I think they’re just about—”

You turned.

And screamed as you saw a massive, dark figure looming behind you with ghost-pale eyes fixed on you.

You didn’t even think.

Instinct screamed through your body. Your hand snapped to the counter, grabbed the first thing you saw—the damn pan again—and swung.

CLANG.

The sound rang out like a gong in a cathedral.

The figure jerked back, staggering a half step as a low grunt escaped him—equal parts pain and surprise—as the pan connected with the side of his head.

All Bruce could think in that moment was, Thank God you hadn’t aimed for the jaw, like he’d advised last time. If you had, he’d be sporting a nasty burn in addition to what was already shaping up to be a mild concussion.

The eggs—once again utterly ruined—sailed from the pan in a slow, tragic arc and hit the wall with a wet splat, yolk and butter sliding down like the world’s saddest crime scene.

At that exact moment, Alfred stepped out of the pantry holding a jar of marmalade. He paused, blinked once, and sighed with the quiet resolve of a man who’d lived through way too many Bat-related mishaps.

“Oh dear,” he said, utterly unbothered. “Master Bruce, are you quite alright?”

You stared at him, arm still raised, pan trembling.. Then back to the man you’d just clocked. “Wait—Bruce?!”

Before anyone could clarify further, thudding footsteps sounded from the hallway—multiple sets, heavy and fast. A second later, the door slammed open as three figures rushed in, weapons drawn. They burst into the kitchen scanning for threats like they were about to face off with Gotham’s worst.

Nightwing with his glowing blue escrima sticks crackling with electricity. Red Robin, gripping his bo staff and finally Robin with his sword already halfway unsheathed.

“Is it Joker?!” Nightwing barked, eyes scanning the room.

“Where is he?!” Red Robin demanded, doing the same.

“Please tell me someone needs to die,” Robin muttered, his tone almost hopeful.

You screamed—again—reflexively, throwing the frying pan up like a shield.

And then—they all stopped.

Three pairs of masked eyes locked on the scene, Batman rubbing his head, Alfred calmly setting jam on the counter, you clutching a frying pan like your life depended on it, and the eggs completely and utterly ruined against the wall.

At that moment, Jason strolled into the kitchen, shirt half-tucked and hair damp from his shower. He also took one look at the scene and sighed.

“Again? Seriously?” He looked at Batman with a crooked grin. “B, you really need to announce yourself. Keep this up, and the rogues’ gallery is gonna find out and your reputation’s gonna tank.”

You, however, were spiralling.

“I—okay, someone needs to explain what the hell is going on,” you said, voice rising as you looked around in disbelief. “Why is Alfred calling him Bruce?! That’s Batman in the kitchen! Batman! And the rest of his team! Oh my god, am I about to have to fight all of you?! It was an accident! I swear! He keeps following me and—someone needs to put a bell on him! or—or better yet tell him to stop breaking into people’s houses! Wait—why are you all laughing?!”

Jason stepped in quickly, his smirk barely held in check as he gently pried the pan from your grip before you could land another accidental assault charge on Gotham’s most feared vigilante.

“Babe,” he said, tone low and soothing, like he was trying not to make you panic more than you already were. “That is Bruce. As in Bruce Wayne. My dad.”

You blinked. “What?”

“And those three?” He pointed behind him with his thumb. “Nightwing—Dick. Red Robin—Tim. And the family disappointment, Robin—Damian.”

“I heard that,” Damian snapped.

You stared at them, utterly dumbfounded. Then looked back at Bruce who was now rubbing his temple like this was more inconvenience than injury. The others casually pulled off their masks, and sure enough, there they were—Jason’s siblings. The same faces you’d seen over breakfast, teasing one another in sweatpants and hoodies. Now suited up in full tactical gear.

“You’re telling me…” you began slowly, turning toward Jason with a look of utter disbelief. Your voice cracked under the weight of your unraveling sanity. “Your entire family is made up of vigilantes and you just—forgot to mention that?”

Jason shrugged, unbothered, the corner of his mouth curling in amusement. “I was easing you into it all.”

You gawked at him, then at the others, then back to Bruce, and then back at Jason. Your eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Give me back that damn pan.”

Jason stepped just out of reach, hiding the pan behind his back like that might save him from your wrath. “Hell no! At least B had armour when you swung.”

You inhaled sharply, exhaled an equally sharp curse under your breath, and dragged a hand down your face. “I think I need to sit down.”

Without missing a beat, Bruce—still in full Bat-gear, cowl and all—muttered, “Preferably somewhere without cookware.”

Alfred, who had returned to plating toast like none of this was new to him, cleared his throat gently. “Shall I prepare ice for the swelling, sir?”

Bruce exhaled through his nose. Long-suffering because he was becoming way too old for this shit. “No. I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

He turned and walked out, cape swishing with whatever dignity he had remaining—which wasn’t much.

You stared after him in stunned silence, then turned back to Jason. “I’m gonna be banned from the manor now, aren’t I?”

Jason only grinned, sliding an arm around your shoulders and tugging you into his side like this was all perfectly normal. “Nah. You’re family now. It’s like… tradition.”

You looked up at him, deadpan. “Do all your family traditions involve blunt force trauma?”

“Only the fun ones.”

You lightly elbowed him in his side with a tired groan, glaring up at him. “I’m still half-tempted to hit you with the pan for not telling me all of this sooner.”

Jason smirked. “That’s fair. Just… at least give me a running headstart.”

From the other side of the kitchen, Tim—still in partial gear, bo staff casually propped against the counter—lifted an eyebrow. “So… when exactly are we making her a suit?”

Dick let out a laugh, arms folded across his chest, that mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. “I say we call her Cast Iron. Ooh! Or Pan-man!”

Jason groaned, rolling his eyes. “You seriously need to work on your names.”

“Says the one who practically named himself after Red Riding Hood,” Dick shot back with a smirk.

“Like you can speak, Disco-Wing,” Jason retorted.

Damian scoffed, cutting the two off as he turned on his heel. “She’s lucky Father didn’t counter the attack. You would’ve been mopping her off the floor.”

Jason’s expression darkened slightly. “Watch it, demon brat.”

But you only groaned louder, dragging both hands down your face. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

Jason looked back down at you and his face brightened as he grinned. “Not a chance.”

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Tag List: @sept3mberchild, @sascha-graves, @eepyfaerie

[valrixian]

Animation test with Tim Drake (I tried my best)

[arco-trinisette]

Batfam as drunks

Alfred - Alcohol does not affect him. There is no negotiation here.

Bruce - If he decides to let the alcohol affect him, he will just stare out into space, and if one of his children is spotted, he will hold onto them and never let go, without saying a word

Dick - sad drunk, wailing, still manages to look pretty

Jason - Simultaneously throwing beer bottles at people and sad drunk crying horribly

Tim - he WILL hack the U.S government, also he’s giggly

Cass - will poke everyone in the house 23 times with no warning and nothing can stop her

Steph - Cocky drunk, literally will fight “god” and win, no fear for her life but why should she when she has the energy equivalent of a frat party

Damien - like Bruce, a cuddly drunk but will not express it, will hover around angrily while twiddling his thumbs, prone to stabbing those that leave his cuddle pile and/or interrupt it

Barbara - becomes a sailor with how much she curses and her vulgarity, will add super jets to her wheelchair and proceeds to blast “riding dirty” while going 250 in a residential street on said wheelchair, typically with another Batkid on the back

Duke - sleepy drunk, will German suplex you if you’re too loud, weirdly perceptive

And will become a Wi-Fi cell tower. No one know how

[innorality]

clark kent can feel everything. he hears everything, sees everything, smells everything... so best believe your orgasms are as pleasurable for him that they are for you.

he's already high off the sensations that your body allows him to witness during sex—the way your walls stretch everytime he thrusts up into you, the way you insides keep increasing the amount of wetness pulling between your legs, the way he can hear your eyes rolling back a bit further more at each stroke of his finger against your clit...

but it's only when you orgasm that he thinks he has truly hit the jackpot. when you whimper out his name while stuttering about how you're cumming, he already knows. he hears your blood rushing in your veins, he smells the cream oozing out of you, he feels your body heating up instantly.

the way your entire body is putting in maximum amount of effort to take him, to adjust to the kryptonian, makes him climax aswell.

and when he sees his cum sneak into your womb while using his x-ray vision, he thinks he might faint.

[spicy-apple-pie]

Oh Bruce... you at least didn't have to drag Cass and Tim into it :(

Prev / Index

Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)

[cherrycrvsh]

warnings. ooc(?), kisses! f!reader, nicknames. note. a repost from my old blog< 3 ( i changed it a bit + this was my first work there ong )

you hadn't realized the extent of the mess you made until JASON TODD turned his head. the light played over the faint smudges of lipstick along his face, neck, & even on his collarbone( so much for leaving only two or three or four lipstick marks ). it was marvelous in unintentional vandalism, & he was looking at himself in the mirror, face hinting amusement.

"alright, artist," he then says, tilting his head to the side. "mind telling me why i look like some kind of abstract painting?”

you held back a laugh behind your hand as you leaned closer. "i guess i got a little…,, carried away?”

"carried away?" he turned to you, eyebrows raised. "you were marking me up like a kid with a brand-new box of crayons.”

his teasing tone made your face burn. "i'll wash it off, i'll wash it off." you said, taking a towel off its rack, but jason caught your wrist, stopping you.

"hold on," he said, frowning at one particular smudge beneath his ear that was so,,, there & red you could see half of it from across the room. you watched in amusement as he gently touched it with one finger. he grinned. "red. like blood, almost intimidating. well, aren't you scary, trouble.”

you blinked. confused. "what are you trying to say?”

he shrugged, slouching back against the sink. "i'm saying if you keep decorating me like this, i might just keep one or two for effect. bad guys don't mess with the guy covered in battle scars & lipstick art.”

you couldn't help but roll your eyes in amusement. "oh, sure. nothing's more terrifying than a man with kiss marks all over his neck.”

"don't knock it ‘’till you see it in action," he said, with a growing grin. "but, next time." he tapped your chin lightly. "you better warn me before you turn me into your canvas. i've got a reputation to uphold.”

"reputation?" you teased, crossing your arms. "as what? gotham's most qualified lipstick model?” don't let dick know that, though.

jason groaned, pulling you into his arms as if it took no effort whatsoever. "keep it up, & i'll cover you with my art. fair warning.”

you couldn't help but laugh as you hid your face in his chest, the low rumble of his chuckle vibrating through you. hilarious, ridiculous, & utterly jason peter todd.

a few moments, your laughter—gone, you lifted your eyes, looking up to him with that sly grin for yours on. "at least you officially became the 'red hood.’”

jason narrowed his eyes, but the corner of his mouth twitched. "sweetheart…,”

and all you felt after was the boy's warm embrace as he pulls you closer.

▌⠀࣪ 🍒 ،، ٠ 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒗𝒔𝒉，﹞ my works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. mwah !

[rad-ishradish]

Jason doesn’t have light in his eyes anymore btw

[bxt-cat]

before danny phantom we had white collar, criminal minds and miraculous ladybug 💔💔

[sillylilbill]

Timberkon in a nutshell I fear

[tarvek-sturmvoraus]

dick: [swaps tim for a younger, more violent little brother] tim: oh ok i see how it is. [swaps dick for a younger, more violent big brother]

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

❝DAY IN THE LIFE OF TODDLER DAMI.ᐟ ❞

━ DATE EDITION. .♡

⤿ ft. conner kent & jon kent ₊⊹

summary ━ au in which older, sibling reader !! takes care of toddler damian .

⤿ fluff , clingy , toothing aching fluff₊⊹

pt.1

╰› it was a peaceful saturday morning for damian , today he gets his amazing , incredible sister all to himself , undisturbed by work and he also gets to cuddle with her and watch wild krats. damian carefully holds up his ipad as his show drones on , one arm holds the screen while the other latches on to name's arm.

╰› name was fast asleep as it is currently six in the morning and she had only fallen asleep around four . everything was peaceful - something straight out of those american dream movies when all of a sudden name's phone goes off.

╰› her ring tone practically pierces through the peaceful silence leaving a sour taste in his mouth. damian began to fuss around and cry abit - he hates the sound of name's ringtone - it always means name is taken away from hom and he's left alone.

╰› beside him name groggily wakes up , instictively pulling damian to her chest to which he immediatly nuzzled into her neck for comfort . name's hand outstretched onto her nearby nightstabd and roughly yanked her phone away from it's charger.

╰› " hello ?" name's groggy voice murmurs into her phone as she rubs the sleep out of her eyes . " GOOOD MORNING ~" answered a sing song voice that immediately made damian cringe. he recognized that stupid , annoying , grating voice anywhere - it was Conner Kent , supposed 'lovechild' of Clark and Luthor who has taken upon himself to insert himself into his family.

╰› now damian didnt care at first - since conner was only here because he was on the same team as tim and worked with dick but he certainly did start to care when the bastard had the audacity to start flirting with HIS SISTER . absolute blasphemy , a cardinal sin , a threat to humanity .

╰› "kent it is six in the morning what do you want ..?" name asked , voice annoyed as her hand mindlessly began to ruffle with damian's hair. damian snuggled closer , his arms practically gripped onto her t shirt as he angerily stared at her phone.

╰› " wellll you know how we are on that mission together ? welllllll... i forgot some details sooooo i thought we can catch up over breakfast !" conner asked , voice hopeful. name just stared blankly into the distance - her brain trying to process the situation meanwhile damian just glared even harder into the phone.

╰› " kent....you made the plan ....what do you mean you forgot ?" name trailed off and damian can feel his face turning red - how dare this idiot interrupt his time with his sister for something so ridiculous. Conner akwardly laughs on the other side .

╰› " ahahahahaha so funny ...uhh can you just meet me in mc donalds ? " he akwardly stammers out. damian can feel a headache forming and he hasn't even spoken to Todd or Drake yet. " alright....just know dami's comming with me " name murmurs out , still sleepy.

╰› " namiee" damian babbles as he hugged her around the neck , greatful she was taking him with her and not leaving him in bruce's care - god knows he can't take care of himself much less for a kid. " ahh that's alright !!! i got jon with me maybe they can have a playdate while we have a data !" conner rambles. damian mouth turned into a frown - how dare that worthless idiot attempt to date HIS sister and also have the balls to stick him with his other dumbass version of himself.

╰› " shut up kent " name says uninterested as she cuts the call short and tosses her phone elsewhere. she looks down and was greeted with damian's small frown. " namie " he complains , " mhmm i know dami , i know but it seems important " name says as she caresses his face. damian pouts at this , " namieee" he once again complains and name just softly laughs and kisses him on his chubby cheeks , " i love you too hun".

╰› within thirty minutes , name sits in her black red porche , parked outside of a run down mc donalds , name is dressed in a beautiful green sun dress , her hair is left open , face with minimal makeup , gold accesories and of course chimmy choo heels.

╰› damian is in a matching green sweater , black pants and channel shoes . he busies himself on his ipad as name shoots conner a text on her phone.

╰› name takes out damian by his booster seat and locks her car , " namieee" damian complains , already hating everything about this. name sighs , " i know bud it's just for a little bit ". with that name walks them along inside the mc donalds , immediatly the were hit with the scent of stale air and fries .

╰› name glances around the busy restaurant and immediately clocks conner and jon by a nearby table and made her way there. " morning kent " name addresses as she approaches the table , " morning name - looking gorgeous as ever and uhh..hi damian" conner trails off. in his booster seat - damian send the man a scowl that would make a grown man cry , he hates everything already and is hoping name just straight says this was a stupid prank and take him back home so that they can resume their cuddle session.

╰› name slides into the seat across from jon and conner , setting damian's booster seat right next to her . " hiii aunty name !!" jon cheerfully greets her . jon eagerly waves her down and excitedly shows her his toy truck. " hi jon , nice truck you got there " name says excitedly . damian frowns and begins to cry abit , not enjoying the fact that his sister is giving some random child attention.

╰› name immediatly snaps back towards him and remives him from his booster seat and begins cradling him in her arms , " its okay dami , it's okay " she murmurs as she presses a kiss into his cheek. " namieee" damian whines out as he snuggles into her neck , not before sending a glare towards jon.

╰› " ahahahaha...... how about we let them go play in the play area while we order and talk hmm name ?" conner asks , smile bright . damian frowns - he is not letting that mutt spend any minute with her alone - over his tiny body. he immediatly begin to fuss and tighten his hold around name .

╰› " damian seems like he doesn't wanna go - but it's alright we wre just going over the details for the plan right ?" name says , tilting her head. A flash of disapppintment flashes through Conner's face , " yeahh not like this was a date or something " he murmurs but it was swallowed into the abyss when Jon began his rambling.

╰› " i want nuggiess and - and the toy !! " jon rambles on happily , immediatly lighting up the damper mood on the table. " i think this is a sign to order , what do you guys want ?" name asks as she picks up the menu . " hapoy meal ! happy meal ! " jon excitedly chants , arms raised in the air.

╰› name smiles at that before turning to the sulking damian in her arms , " what do you want damian ?" she asks . damian nuzzles into her , he never really likes mc donalds but for name's sake he'll eat something. " namiee " he answers after a while of thinking . " alright i'll get you a happy meal too , Con what about you ?" name asks , turning her attention to said male which makes damian frown.

╰› " uhhhhh sausage mcmuffin and the big breakfast with hot cakes oh and - add an iced coffee to that please " conner finishes his order . " alright i'll be back - just watch dami for me " name says before taking off. " namieee !" damian calls after her but it was too late she was already in the line for the cashier.

╰› the table gets akward . jon is busy playing with his truck to care , conner is trying to be nonchalant and scroll through his phone but it's really hard when your crush's baby brother keeps shooting daggers at you. he really tries to play it off as him being a baby - but seriously damian depsite being three , looks like he is ready to lunge a knife into his throat.

╰› name comes back and damian immediatly takes it upon himself to latch onto her . " alright what did i miss ?" name asks , breathless. conner looks over to damian , who was already looking at him murderously , " uhhh nothing - nothing " he stumbles out. name shrugs it off and takes out some crayins and a book out of her bag. " who wants to color ?" and immediatly jon and damian looks excited.

╰› for the rest of the while , jon and damina colored - well more like jon kept coloring out of line and making up his own thing while damian was focused on enuring his side portion looked neat. conner and name conversed back and forth - about their mission and it's details - again more like name was talking because conner was just staring at her with hearts in his eyes.

╰› sooner than later , a waitress brings over their order , " well aren't you all a cute couple and such cute kids you got together !" the waitress exclaimed. name eyes practically shot open while conner's face was a deep shade of red . " t-thanks " he stammered out before the waitress walked away.

╰› damian was horrified - it was like he was living in a nightmare - kent ? conner kent married to his sister ? hell no . not happening , it is never going to happen , plus they don't even look like a couple - hell they have nothing in common .

╰› damian chews on his fries angerily , still glaring at conner while jon recalled how he picked corn yesterday to name who was eagerly listening to him - practically tunning those two out. conner doesn't knkw what to do - he is a man great with kids , everyine loves him but damian ? lord damian hates him to the core.

╰› and to make things worse of course the one kid who hates him happens to be his crush's baby brother !! i mean come on how is he supposed to make a good impression on name ? conner continues to eat his breakfast quietly . " - and then papa let us roast it on the stove and ma put butter on it and we ate it for dinner !!" jon says excitedly as name nods.

╰› " mhmm very proud of you jon for helping your ma pick corn , that was very brave of you hun" name praised. conner can't help but blush at this and when he recalls what the waitress said , they do really look like a married couple eating out with their sons - i mean she treats jon like her own and shes so gorgeous and effortless when she does it .

╰› sooner than later , to conner's dismay their 'date' ended and now he'a walking name and damian back to their car , jon settled on his hip - a show of his strength. name unlocks her car and turns to conner , " today was really nice conner thank you " she said , voice soft and conner swears he can feel his heart beating out of his chest.

╰› " a-anytime name " he stammers as he leans down to her slowly . conner finds himself getting lost in her eyes and how soft her lips look that he doesn't even realize he's inches away from her. before he can even kiss her - a short , chubby hand sticks out and covers his mouth abruptly . " namie " complains damian as he sends a sharo glare towards conner.

╰› how dare such a cave man attempt to kiss kiss his sister in some stinky parking lot - how absurd. connee akwardly coughs while name laughs - damian on the other hand ? pissed beyond anything. " ahahaha uhm- so uhm bye name !" conner exclaims as he turns on his heal and beelines to his own car - too embrassed to stick around.

╰› " byeee aunty name !!" jon squeals after her as conner chucks the kid into his car , " byee jon !!!" name chuckles out . damian scowls at conner's figure getting into the car while name sets him back in his booster seat. name leans down and kisses him , " since you behaved so well wanna go to the zoo dami ?" she askes while she buckles him in.

╰› " namiee " damian answers as he tore his gaze from conner back to his sister. he just thankful he doesnt have to have kent's idiocy and gets to be with his sister again.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ thanks for reading !!

[cece693]

Hey there! Can I ask for some Batman (Bruce Wayne) x male villain reader? Some kinda enemies to lovers with a lot of flirting please?

THE DEVIL'S FAVORITE DANCE

pairing: batman/bruce wayne x male reader synopsis: You’re Gotham’s newest enigma—a villain who doesn’t kill, but doesn’t save either. And your little games get Bruce’s attention.

The first time he caught you, you let him. Not because you were careless—but because you wanted to see if the Bat lived up to the mythology. You remember how he loomed over you in the alley like a nightmare sculpted in Kevlar, voice gravel-thick with judgment. "You endangered twenty people in that building."

You tilted your head, smiling as if you hadn’t just orchestrated a city wide blackout. “I also led them to the only stairwell that wasn’t rigged with a gas trap. You’re welcome, darling.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Then arrest me, sweetheart.”

He didn’t. He tied you to a railing until GCPD arrived, but not without a moment—an extra second where his gloved hand hesitated to let you go. You’d whispered, “Do you always look this good when you’re scowling?” just before he vanished into the dark.

After that, it became a dance.

You committed crimes that always walked the razor’s edge of morality—no deaths, only panic. Protests. Riots. Revelations. You forced Gotham’s rich into the streets. You turned their blind eyes into spectacle. And Batman? He kept showing up like clockwork. Growling your name like it was a curse and an oath.

Tonight, it’s different.

The rooftop is slick with rain and he’s already bleeding when he pins you to the wall. “You think this is a game?” he hisses, breath hot where it ghosts over your jaw.

“I think you’re the one who keeps showing up to play.” You smirk, tilting your head just enough that his face is inches from yours. “Getting a little possessive, aren’t we?”

He slams your wrist higher, but you don’t flinch. You just laugh—quiet and slow and full of dangerous meaning. “I know who you are, Bruce.” That stops him cold. You watch him process the threat, the truth, the intimacy of it. But it’s your next words that really gut him: “I know who you are—and I’m still here. Still choosing you.”

His grip slackens. “You’re delusional.”

“Maybe.” You reach up with your free hand and brush the rain away from his cowl. “But even you have to admit, it’s exhausting pretending you hate me.”

“I do hate you,” he grits out, but it’s a lie soaked in fire.

“So hate me,” you murmur, brushing your thumb over the masked cheekbone. “But don’t stop looking at me like you want to drag me back to the cave and ruin me.”

He shoves away from you like he’s been burned. But not before you catch it—that flicker of something in his eyes. Yearning. You leave the rooftop, but you know he’s watching. You always know.

And later that night, in the batcave, when Bruce stares too long at your file and Alfred pointedly clears his throat, he simply mutters: “He’s reckless. Manipulative. Infuriating.” Pause. “Smart.”

Alfred just arches a brow. “Dangerously charming, too, I imagine?” Bruce says nothing, but his jaw tightens in that very specific way that means yes.

[novelistwriter]

Delusions of the Phantom

DP x DC Angst Prompt that replaces the "Ultimate Enemy" episode

Things had been going well in Amity for the past few weeks. Ghost "attacks" have been happening less, and Ghost "spars" have been on the rise. The GIW had been silent for those past weeks as well, leaving the people and Ghosts of Amity in peace. Everyone thought that the GIW had given up and disbanded.

The GIW did not disband. They had made a reactor out of Danielle that would prevent the citizens of Amity from turning into Ghosts and harming the Ghosts of Amity.

When Phantom and his friends invaded the GIW facility to save the clone, the GIW had activated the reactor. Nothing had happened, and Phantom and his friends saved Danielle with no trouble with stopping the GIW.

That is far from the truth. That reactor had done something. The GIW failed to account for what their new toy would do. The reactor had indeed harmed not only Ghosts but Liminals as well. All of Amity is Liminal, including the GIW. The reactor had killed al of the Liminals and almost brought the ghosts in Amity to an end had it not been for Clockwork getting them out of there.

Daniel, having been one of the saved "Ghosts," returned to Amity. And upon seeing the dead bodies of all of his friends and family, it caused the Halfa Prince to lose his mind, and his grief had awakened some new powers for his little Badger to use.

Those powers included the ability to puppeteer ALL of the dead bodies within Amity and making an extremely powerful illusion to mask what had happened. He had tried to snap Daniel out of the illusion he crafted. But he had almost succumbed to the recently discovered hypnosis power Daniel has.

His little badger has locked himself in his own little reality instead of trying to overcome his pain of losing his loved ones. Clockwork had told him that if Daniel is to be saved, it has to be someone from outside of Amity. It's a good thing that one Vlad Masters has recently received another invitation to a Wayne Gala. Bruce Wayne and his flock would need to try and make Daniel accept them as family to try and get him to accept the deaths of his fraid. None of them became Ghosts because of the reactor, and outsiders are much less affected by Daniel's hypnosis than people he knows. The reactor has long since powered off, as its power source had ended after Daniel returned to Amity after being saved.