#dr gears x iceberg

[theyanderespecialist]

Can I have a request about Yandere? Gerald x Darling! Iceberg scenarios, please? Which focused on Gerald's obsessiveness about Iceberg and Iceberg's reaction to that, please? Sorry for my bad English :(((

Anything specific you want to see? or continue the mini-series of Yandere Dr. Gears x Darling Iceberg, also I will send a link to the audiobook version of it!

(Getting the link)

[moonennie]

Little Icie!!!

[vinnyberries]

[from-thoseghosts]

I just put the most popular (and some that I like) so tag if I forgot anyone

[drnightingale]

Iceberg: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles. Gears: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one? Iceberg: Seize the dick.

[nayadefenix]

HOLLYTOBE SHIPPS ENDS TOMORROW, SO IF YOU HAVE A SHIPP LET ME SEND ME A DRAWING.

@cupinho of dr.Iceberg femboy and dr. Gears.

[lordarsonizzzzt]

Hi, could you write about how Dr.Glass, Dr.Bright, Dr.Kondraki, Dr.Gears and SCP-073 would react to their S/O who seems to mentally regress when being yelled at (looks down, can't stop crying, needs to hold onto something to ground themselves, apologising constantly/not being able to say anything). Thanks

Hi :D I don't write for SCPs bc I don't want to characterize them in a wrong way, so I'll throw Iceberg in there if that's okay

SCP STAFF WITH AN S/O THAT MENTALLY REGRESSES WHEN BEING YELLED AT.

characters: Simon Glass, Jack Bright, Kondraki, Charles Gears, Julian Iceberg

DR. GLASS

✧ Would never yell at you, not even to call you if you are like, in another room.

✧ As I stated in the Glass Headcanon thing, he can be manipulative and a little shit.

✧ He once heard a fighting going on and he went on the room where it was happening to put a stop to it.

✧ His blood was boiling when he saw you standing in place, shaking and holding back sobs while hugging yourself and looking down.

✧ Someone he didn't care to know the position of was, indeed, yelling at you and he probably was and will be the first person to see Glass mad.

✧ He didn't spoke a word, walked to where you were, stood in front of you and punched the guy square in the face and then in a very calm voice he told him a bunch of stuff that went from how 682 would crack every bone of his to how clef would do the same thing but slower.

✧ He took your hand and led you away, when you both were back in his office he grabbed some candy he always had for his patients and put them in the table, then he started telling you that everything was okay, you were safe now and if you wanted, you two could take some free time until his next session and watch something you like.

✧ He doesn't panic, he knows what to do to make you feel safe again.

DR. BRIGHT (She/He used)

✷ Similar to Gears and Kondraki, she has a lot of power in the foundation.

✷ She's goofy nd shit but can be scary when he gets serious.

✷ Now he didin't saw who yelled at you, she just came into the cafeteria and saw you on one of the tables being consoled by a really confused Clef.

✷ She was by your side in two seconds and started asking what's wrong, when you didn't answer he started asking more and more until Clef told him to shut up.

✷ The 3 of you just stayed there waiting until you felt better and were able to talk, Jack was holding your hand and running his thumb across it while Clef just ate his lunch in silence.

✷ When you finally told him what happened he held your hand a little tighter and then shot a glance at Clef.

✷ "I'll give you 100 bucks if you kill that fucker"

✷ You had to convice both of them that they shouldn't.

✷ Bright did however, made that person's life a living hell, she told everyone what they did and probably exagerate a little.

✷ Next time he crosses this person in the hallways he is going to make sure they felt the same way you did or worse.

✷ They should feel lucy tho, the only reason they are not a D Class or a victim of 682 was because you didn't thought that was the solution.

DR. KONDRAKI

✴︎ He was probably drunk when he did it, and you were trying to help him like Draven did.

✴︎ And he yelled at you to stop and to just let him drink his sorrows away.

✴︎ It was like magic, he felt sober in the moment he heard you say a weak 'sorry' and start sobbing. He quickly stood up from his chair and hugged you and started apologizing while you did the same.

✴︎ He would feel guilty the rest of the day and would quit his drinking for a month.

✴︎ Even if you said you forgive him, he would buy you gifts, spend more time with you and each time he will say sorry.

✴︎ He will try never yelling at you again, drunk or sober, stressed or not. He doesn't want you feeling bad and then hating him.

DR. GEARS

〠 Not the best at comforting.

〠 It was probably Iceberg who yelled at you, because he yells at anyone. Gears would try to do things he saw others doing, he'll put his hand on your shoulder and just stay there with you.

〠 He really doesn't know what to do because that never happened to him,, so he can't relate that much and his lack of emotional reaction doesn't help.

〠 He will drop more work into Iceberg and will buy you your comfort drink (if you have any)

〠 He shows he cares with gifts and sometimes words, but he thinks is better if he doesn't say anything when you are like that, he may come a little too harsh.

〠 He'll pet your hair if it makes you feel better? Again, not the best at comforting but he'll try.

〠 Eventually he'll get back to work if you are feeling a little better, will tell Glass to be with you today, he probably knows what to do.

DR. ICEBERG

❆ Probably the one that yelled at you, he won't do anything to comfort you at the moment.

❆ You will find little gifts on your desk, your work will be done and there will be a letter where he apologizes in his,,, own way.

❆ "i'm sorry I made you cry but it will happen again but I'll try not to make it happen again"

❆ He's not the best with words or physical affection, but he will show that he's sorry by controlling himself around you, when he's about to yell at you or someone and you are in there he'll excuse himself for a moment, and then will come back a little calmer, or will tell you to get out so he can chill the f out

❆ Not the best to date if you are like that tbf, but he will try

[average-limbus-fan]

Think I went a bit overboard with the yandere drabbles… almost 1.5k words and that’s not including Hong Lu’s part. Welp I hope you all like it at least. >.<

Might start on that Faust angst in a few days, I kinda wanna do some things for the scp doctors tho, I kinda feel bad I’ve barely written anything for them. So feel free to send in some requests for the doctor’s. :3

[urfavcaller]

I need more gearsberg content so bad rn help me

(They r plaguing my mind and i need to draw more of them)

[angelbroad]

SPILLED COFFEE

Fandom: SCP Foundation

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Relationship(s): Dr. Jack Bright/Lotus[fake Dr. Edith Feathers], Dr. Jack Bright/Dr. Edith Feathers

Characters: Dr. Jack Bright (SCP Foundation), Lotus[fake Dr Edith Feathers] (oc), other character(s) mentioned

Tags: hurt/comfort, comfort fic, dealing with grief, crying, bonding, implied relationships, Dr Bright needs a hug, dubious touching, nothing dirty, mild descriptions of violence, flowers, implied character death

Summary: Bright stumbles into Lotus in the hallway and it offers help despite not being asked to.

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Today was going to be a long day. Granted, it’s not like he could do anything fun within the Foundation’s reach anymore thanks to that ridiculously long list.

He was needed for an experiment later that day, so the best thing to do would be to just grab a hot beverage and wait the hours away. Maybe he could go and see Glass too.

He settled for coffee. He lightly blew on it for the hot liquid to become cold enough to drink as he walked merily down the mostly empty hallway. There wasn’t much commotion, suprisingly. Bright was used to the hallways of every building of the Foundation being flooded with researchers and guards, especially with him inside. But maybe he was overthinking things, he needed to find more ways to spend his time other than a cup of coffee. That very much unwelcome distraction came when he slightly sprinted around the corner, only to be met with someone else head first. Both him and the researcher fell to the ground, and the hot beverage was spilled all over the floor. “Ah dammit.” he said, only half-excited, “Now Gears will give me shit again for breaking another mug.”

The other figure got up first, and extended a hand to seemingly help him get up. Bright didn’t look up, and as he tucked on the hand for leverage, it detached from the figure’s body, with the vines that connected them being shown more clearly now. That accursed plant.

“Ah. Sorry.” the once-woman said in a jolly tone, the vines reconnecting the body parts back together with an uneasy squelching sound. Bright got up on his own, refusing to look at anything that wasn’t the spilled coffee on the floor.

The lotus expressed its apologies for the wasted beverage, but they knew that they wouldn’t give the man back his beverage by using only words. They started walking while dragging the red haired man down the hall by the sleeve of his labcoat, leaving him baffled. “What the hell are you doing?!” “I will make you coffee. Replace what was spilled.” the plant couldn’t form sentences properly, but they could still make their words have sense in them. They were walking to the break-room, one of them at least, with the flower leading and Jack reluctantly following the pull on his hand.

As they entered the relatively small room the male researcher took a seat on the table close to the kitchen counter, leaving the other entity to figure out the coffee machine by itself. Watching a plant in someone’s body trying to figure out how to use such simple things would be quite amusing, if that body wasn’t Edith’s. He stared at his hands on the table, toning everything else out. What had happened was, at some degree, predictable. So why did he feel such despair fill his heart? Is it perhaps because..he couldn’t tell his dearest friend his true feelings when she was still here?

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May 22nd, 2000. Bright and Feathers were heading toward the research area to assist in the SCP-Lotus study. Bright wasn’t sure what he was needed for, except maybe because he was bored and the O5 feared he might pull some antics. They weren’t wrong to assume that, really.

“The last host died about a week ago. We still don’t know if that thing is using the bodies it attaches to or if it’s just feeding off of them.” Edith sighed in annoyance. “Gee, thought you’d be more excited to get back to office!” Jack exclaimed, mimicking the way his friend walked. The dark haired woman tried containing her smile, only to give up and resort to giving him a nudge at the shoulder. She chuckled a little, before her hand reached to touch her left eye, concealed by an eyepatch, upon contact her brows furrowed a bit and her smile dissapeared.

Things had been difficult lately. Having to pluck your own eyeball out to prevent an infection wasn’t exactly ideal, though Feathers argued that for the Foundation it would be seen as just another Saturday, and Bright couldn’t really argue with that. Due to the injury, Edith was off-duty for a few weeks, returning to work only five days ago.

The Foundation is currently breathing down everyone’s necks to figure out exactly what this plant does. From the window overviewing the containment area, Feathers explained that the flower seems sentient enough to move around on its own upon sensing an open area from which it can enter the body of a host. Much like a previously discovered object, scp-035, it has the ability to scramble the host’s brain waves, seemingly altering them. This by its own wouldn’t be anything new, however this particular object kept the host’s body fresh throughout the period of about thirty days, continuously making changes in the brain before eventually causing the body of the host to rapidly decay and proceed to exit their body entirely. The way it functions is still a mystery to everyone.

Soon after, the D-Class for the next test had entered the containment area along with two researchers, including Edith Feathers, and five armed guards.

The D-Class received a wound in his gut, leaving a pathway for the object to enter the body. However, the flower was unmoving. Surprised, Feathers asked the other researcher to take notes. The other gave an affirming nod, while the latter stepped closer to the D-Class, and by extension closer to the flower. As she reached her hand toward the wounded man, the flower sprung to action, using its roots to leap into the air, and found ground in Feathers’ face. The amethyst eyed woman let out a surprised yelp as the object made contact. The guards rushed in to help, but the damage was already done. The vines and roots slipped underneath the eyepatch, finding home inside the hole where Edith’s left eye used to be.

Upon realizing what had happened, the guards escorted the other researcher out of the containment area, Bright watching in disbelief and horror as his friend let out a final gut-wrenching scream while holding onto her head, pulling out her black locks of hair, before finally falling to the ground limp.

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He was brought back to the present by a warm object making contact with his hands. It was a coffee mug, with a reddish-brown liquid inside. He looked up to see the lotus sitting beside him. “I think I figured it out!” it said excited, the vines from the flower pulling the limp mouth into a wide grin, and as the right eye closed he could just barely make out the thorns pulling the eyelid.

Not trusting what it had in store, Bright took a sniff of the liquid “This smells nothing like coffee. What did you put in here?” before the other got to respond, he got up to empty the contents of the mug into the sink. As he turned toward the coffee machine, he saw an open bottle of vinegar tipped over. “Did you...use vinegar to make coffee?” “Well, I saw Iceberg use vinegar for machine yesterday. So figured that is how coffee is made.” He knew this was supposed to be a dangerous entity, but 343 was it stupid. The only reason it was allowed to freely roam was because despite its possibly dangerous abilities, it was generally harmless.

He let out a groan and poured himself a glass of water, and then sat across from the other. He took a sip of the water and pointed at the glass. “This is what we use for coffee, not what you put in there. Iceberg was probably using it to clean the machine.” the vines contorted the mouth to an ‘o’ shape. He gave a sigh, figuring he didn’t have the courage to make another cup of coffee.

As they sat in silence, Bright begun reminiscing about the past. It was just Edith, Simon, and himself, almost an inseperable bunch. She used to make the best coffee for all of them, and she treated Jack more like an actual human instead of just another anomallous entity. A hand touched his own, startling him. It was the lotus. He gave an annoyed sound before seeing the confused expression on the thing’s face. “You are sad.” He turned away to ask the next question, “Why do you care if I am?” “Former cared about you, a lot.” it said pointing at itself, Bright finally turning to look at it.

There was a small pause before the flower continued. “When I go inside host’s brain, I can see the memories, feelings. This one...cared a lot about you. And I feel sad too.” Jack stared at the form in front of him, unable to believe what he was hearing. “What...what do you mean?” he asked. It looked down as it spoke, “Took away loved one. An important person.” it lifted its head back and got up, “But I want to help.” the red haired man could only stare. The lotus moved toward him, and before he could react, he was enveloped into a hug.

“W-What are you doing?!-” “I saw Clef doing this with Kondraki and Say. Comforting gesture.” Bright wasn’t sure if he even wanted this action to happen. He put his glass on the table and let his hands drop on his sides. Still, the hug wouldn’t loosen. He missed this, he missed Edith, he missed everything about their relationship. He knew he would outlive her, but he never wanted her image immotalized by some macabre parasite. Still, it felt so warm. Soon enough, tears started streaming down his face as he pulled the woman in a tighter embrace, and the flower allowed it, simply because it wanted to bring this one good human the comfort he deserved.

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Author's note: About time I brought back SCP! The demo for the new game SCP Files got me so excited and the scp fan inside me has awaken once more. Anyway, have my comfort ship from this fandom ^^

[rndmcreeps]

the introduction .

❝Does it know that we love it? That the universe is kind?❞

hello ! i am moria, or xea .

i am opening my requests to the scp foundation ,,, however its only to the researchers (my specialty !!)

here are some rules before you request...

REQUESTS WILL BE OPEN ON WEEKENDS(EST) <3

HCS/DRABBLES: available :]]

please do not send anything nsfw, no matter what. not comfy writing like that + i am a minor !!

no ocsxreader or ocxcanon...sorry

the max limit of characters per request is 3 !

my reader will generally have no anomalous properties unless the request states otherwise

blacklisted topics: things regarding eds, pregnancy, s31fhrm (acceptation being about scars from s3lfhrm) ... yeah not comfortable writing bout those .

i have the right to delete and / or deny your asks without warning. if your ask hasn't been written yet, please dm me on the progress of the request.

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[theyanderespecialist]

Gears "Feelings?" 3 (Scenario) Yandere Gears X Darling Iceberg (SCP Foundation)

#yanderedrgears #yandere #yanderescp #yanderescpfoundation #scenarios #scp #scpfoundation #scpdrgears #drgears #drgearsxiceberg #part3

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, now it has been a hot minute since I have done a yandere Gears x darling Iceberg. So I am now doing it I took THREE Hours debating on what the subject matter should be and I landed to start it on Brief touches. So please enjoy this chapter here!]

(Dr. Charles Gears' POV) (Brief Touches)

I looked at Iceberg as he and I are working together. We are sitting so close. We are almost touching. I can feel the cold coming off of him. It makes me wonder what he would feel like. Not just holding hands or laying in bed together. But my cock buried so deep in his tight hole. (SIR!) would he be a bit cold, room temp, or would that part and sweet tight hole of nerves be hot? The ideas of what it could be like were making me become stiff. I clear my head but then I feel it. His hand touches mine. We both reached for the pins at the same time. I continue and get my pen, taking my time to touch his hand with the side of my hand.

He had taken his gloves off and his hand is cool to the touch. I pull back with my pin and I see a startled look on his face. Oh, he is so adorable. I blink at him and then speak.

"We need to get back to work Dr. Iceberg." I tell him and he nods his head grabbing his own pen.

I kept looking at his hand and then mine. We had touched hands. We were one step closer to holding hands. We continue our work and soon it was time for lunch. I hold out my hand to him to help him up. He stares at it but takes it nonetheless. I did not let go of his hand for a good moment. Finally letting go and there was a light blush on his cheek.

I wonder if did he not want to let go? Or was he flustered at the thought of us holding hands? Or was he shy? I did not know for sure but I admit. I LOVE The blush on his cheeks. I want to make him have that crimson blush all over his body while I lick every inch of him.

(GOOD LORD SIR Get laid!)

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope that you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my muffins!]

[moonennie]

Another fire art of Icie 🧊

[reddiamondgamer]

Fic for a fic

This goes along with my other SCP fic! These are off-camera moments!

[petite-phthora]

Take care...

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 11]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Their first stop was a small café near Robinson Park; Alysia's Boba Bar & Café. After each of them had placed their order, with Jason paying, saying it was ‘his treat’ and that ‘he had promised he’d be the one paying earlier’, they took their food outside.

They did get some stares from the customers and employees, mainly aimed at Jason who’s wearing his Red Hood gear, but they just ignored them minus some intimidation from Jason from afar.

Though, Jason wasn’t quite sure if Danny actually ignored them or just blatantly didn’t even notice them.

Either way, they were currently sitting on a bench in the park. Jason had taken his helmet off and put it next to him so that he could eat, still wearing his domino mask anyway. He’s also still wearing the watch Danny had gifted him.

And he’s never taking that off, holy shit he loves it so much.

Danny is sipping on the leftovers of his boba, having already scarfed down his sandwich. Jason starts his tour, telling him about Robinson Park and pointing out Gotham Zoo right next to it.

After they’re both done with their food, Jason puts his helmet back on and they get back onto his motorcycle so he can point out important landmarks while driving around.

Jason and Danny proceed to chat a bit during the ride as well, just some basic stuff to get to know one another; favorite color, favorite food, how they would disarm someone with a gun and de-escalate the situation, opinions on otters and how they hold onto each other so they don’t drift away, favorite movies, etc.

And Jason is desperately trying to focus on driving instead of Danny’s arms wrapped around his waist from behind.

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"Over there is the Iceberg lounge."

Danny’s gaze follows where Jason is pointing, falling on a big two-story building with a sign on the outside reading ‘Iceberg Lounge’.

"It's a nightclub owned by the Penguin, one of Batman’s rogues. It’s mainly just a front for his criminal activities, but the nightclub itself is actually pretty good to be fair. Bit posh though"

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"See that big tower in the middle there? That's Wayne Tower. It's basically the office building of Wayne Enterprises, the company owned by Gotham’s very own multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne." Red Hood says, sarcasm dripping off of his words at the end.

Danny lets out a small non-committal hum.

“You don’t sound too fond of him” Danny inquiries curiously.

“I’m not“ Red Hood states, not elaborating in the slightest.

Danny tries to lighten the mood a little “Well, as long as he doesn’t try to adopt me I guess he’s still better than another millionaire I know.”

Danny smiles as he hears Red Hood laugh.

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"Over there’s Gotham City Public Library. It’s one of my favorite places in the city. I tend to go there at least once a week. They’ve got a ton of books and are willing to order any they don’t have at request. There’s also some computers there that are free for public use."

"You like reading?" Danny asks curiously.

"Mhmm. I'm mainly in the classics like Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, Jane Austen, Mary Shelley, etc."

“Oh, nice. I don’t usually read much. English was basically my worst subject at school, but the teacher was pretty good. Kind of ended up being one of the only ones in my corner and he really tried his best, y’know?”

“He sounds pretty nice. Is there a reason you haven’t read much, like lack of interest or…?” Jason trails off questioningly.

Danny shrugs “I guess I never really had the time as a teenager, with an added lack of motivation on top. And now… I guess I don’t really know what kind of books I’d like or where I should start.”

“I could recommend you some? If you want me to?”

“Sure, that’d be nice”

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"The large building over there is Arkham Asylum. It's basically a psychiatric hospital. Batman dumps all of his rogues here, though they keep breaking out."

"Oh yeah, I’ve heard of this place. My older sister applied to work here"

"Dr. Jasmine Fenton?" Jason questions, even if he was already pretty sure who Danny was referring to.

"Mhmm,” Danny nods, “she recently gained her doctorate and wants to be a psychiatrist at Arkham"

"... I wish her good luck" Is the response Jason decides on.

"I’m sure she can do it" Danny proclaims, somehow embodying the :D smiley face.

Jason considers the possibility of her having similar meta powers to her brother and decides that if she does she'll probably be fine.

Not to mention she has Danny in her corner… And Red Hood now as well.

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"What's that building over there?" Danny asks as they're driving on one of the roads on the outskirts of the main part of the city.

Jason looks at where he's pointing, spotting the manor.

"That's Wayne Manor. Do you remember that millionaire I mentioned earlier? The one that owns Wayne Tower and WE? That's where he lives."

Danny sounds a little surprised as he asks "He lives in that huge building? All by himself?"

"Well, not really. He has some kids, most of whom are adopted though you wouldn’t believe the field day the press had when it was found out he had a biological son. Besides them, he also has a butler that lives at the manor”

Once again, it seems Danny has noticed Jason’s standoffish attitude at Wayne, as he tries to lighten the mood a little.

"That manor is still way too big for all of them. Like what are they doing with all of that space? Are they hiding something? I bet they have a huge secret basement underneath the manor with some kind of laboratory and some shit. Millionaires seem to love those."

Jason lets out a surprised laugh at how on-the-nose Danny is, making Danny grin at his successful attempt to lighten the mood a little. Though it makes him question for a little bit…

He doesn’t know, right? Or does he…

"You know, I think the manor is actually missing something" Danny speaks up again.

"Oh? And what’s that?" Jason asks with humor in his tone.

"It would look way better TPed" Danny states confidently, bearing a mischievous grin.

Jason barks out a laugh, a sharp grin on his face.

"Let's save that for the next date, Doll"

Danny lets out a slightly giddy laugh, his cheeks red and heart beating just a little faster at both the 'next date‘ part and the unexpected, but not unwelcome, nickname.

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“And this,” Jason says, as he gestures proudly towards the streets around them, “is Crime Alley, which is my turf in this city. I’m the one protecting this place.”

Jason had brought Danny to Crime Alley as the last stop on their date.

“Oh yeah!” Danny speaks up. “I was wondering about that!”

Jason turns to him questioningly and Danny takes it as a sign to continue.

“Yeah so, why is it called crime alley?” he asks curiously with a tilt of his head.

Say what now?

Jason takes a deep breath.

“Are you serious?” Jason asks genuinely curious, gesturing at the drug deal taking place behind them, the mugger that’s running past, and towards the right where gunshots can clearly be heard.

To his credit, Danny doesn’t falter at all, giving Jason a smile and continuing.

“Yeah, I thought it was called Park Row or something like that. Did it get renamed?”

Jason closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose before letting out a strained “Something like that…”

He takes another deep breath before looking back at Danny, who’s still looking at him with a bright smile.

“Is there really no reason you can think of why this place would get nicknamed crime alley? Not one reason at all? None?”

A small explosion sounds and some metal shrapnel falls in little pieces around them. A car tire rolls past. Danny and Jason don’t look away from one another.

Danny ‘grew up with mad scientist parents, an OSHA-violating lab in the basement, fighting ghosts, causing property damage, evading ghost police, fighting a king, is pretty certain his parents have been committing some kind of tax evasion for their research funding, etc., etc. though none of that was really an excuse as his friends and sister didn’t turn out quite as blind to danger as him.’ Fenton thinks about it for barely a second before shrugging.

“No, not really. Why?”

“This is where the Joker attacked you.” Jason tries pointing out, causing Danny to take a good look around them.

“Oh, that’s right! I was wondering why this place looked so familiar! I gotta say, it looks different in the daylight. But I mean, that attack could’ve happened anywhere, couldn’t it? What’s so special about this place?”

God, how can he be so smart yet so stupid?

Now is really not the time to kiss him, Jason.

“It’s… just a nickname, given to the district by the Gothamites. Poverty runs rampant and the crime rates here are… above average, let’s say, when compared to the rest of Gotham. Only old rich folks still call it Park Row” Is what Jason decides to say.

“So yeah, it’s probably best if you try to avoid this place, especially at night. Though God knows you can handle yourself, considering the way you went at the Joker” Danny snorts at the innuendo.

“It’s still better to be safe than sorry and keep away from this place, unless you’re with me. The people around here know better than to mess with me and the people I’m with, so there’s no need to worry.”

“Hmmm, are you sure the crime rates are higher here?”

On their left, a guy dressed in a gray hoodie with suspicious dark red stains on it runs at a car, gets in, and drives off as fast as he can with the car alarm still going off.

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay! I’ll try to keep that in mind then”

God have mercy.

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Red Hood had driven them back to Danny’s apartment after their date in order to drop him off. Meanwhile, Danny is still not quite over the fact that he can actually call it a date!

After they both get off of the motorcycle, Red Hood walks him the few feet to the front door of his apartment building, and it’s time for them to say goodbye again.

Do they kiss now? Or should he wait till the next date?

Danny really wants to kiss him right now.

But he’s wearing his helmet so it would be awkward as fuck.

Especially if he had to ask Red Hood to take it off.

No, Danny can’t do that. Just no, he’d have his second death, this time of embarrassment instead of electricity. It’s some variation at least?

“See you later, —”

Danny cuts himself off with a not-so-subtle fake cough, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at what he was about to say. He had almost let out another cringy animal-themed goodbye, just like last time.

Great going, Fenton. Despite not going for the kiss, he still managed to almost fuck it up.

It’s like he’s digging himself a bigger hole by the minute.

Red Hood stops walking and pauses. Seeing this, Danny lowers his head to stare at the ground, his body stiff.

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Jason can’t quite believe he’s doing this, and if any of the bats heard him, he’d never hear the end of it. But… to put Danny at ease…

“Take Care, Polar Bear”

The sentence makes Danny snap his head back up immediately. His mouth is slightly open, as though he’s trying to come up with something to say and failing.

Not waiting for Danny to answer him, Jason starts moving towards his motorcycle again.

Danny, with his cheeks still slightly red, stares at the leaving figure of Red Hood. His gaze is full of adoration, as he just falls a little deeper for the helmed vigilante.

Jason is thankful the helmet obscures Danny’s view of his blushing face as he gets on his motorcycle. He gives one last wave to Danny before revving the engine and leaving for his apartment.

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