#gotham highschool

[syresdcthings]

DC Highschool AU Core Four edition.

This post includes: Core Four (Bart, Tim, Kon, Cassie) they are all in middle school and are 11-12. That's it they are just having fun I made this cause I was bored.

Cassie and Tim are sat under the tree outside their school the group always meet up at. Its around 11pm. Tim is laying out a blanket and food whilst Cassie is trying to set up Netflix on a laptop.

Tim: Okay, Bart said he was bringing the pillows right? There's alot of blankets but the ground is still pretty solid.

Cassie: Yep! Though I'm not sure this screen is big enough for the 4 of us.

Tim crawls over to her: Yeah you're right...

He thinks for a minute.

Tim stands: Uh, you wait here until i get my computer. Its bigger... and I left my bag down at the field anyway so I need to go grab it.

The boy scurrys away and Cassie falls back on the blankets, sighing. She turns her head to the other side and sees two familiar faces.

Kon, carrying 4 pillows and a box full of cola cans with Bart hanging onto his leg: Cassie... help.

Cassie, blinking for a few seconds and then rolling over in laughter: WHAT-hkheue... ACHEM...what happened??

Kon drops the pillow and places the box down next to the tree, shaking Bart off his leg. Then he proceeds to flop down onto the pillows, Bart falling ontop of him immediately after.

Kon: HRG- ugghhh.... I don't know, either. Me and Clark picked him up and drove him here but as soon as I got out the car he attached onto my leg like a toddler.

Bart: Hehe ;)))

Cassie: Sounds like you've become Barts object of interest

Bart: Hehehehehe

Kon: Don't know what that means, don't WANT to know what that means...

He looks around

Kon: Where's Tim?

Cassie: OH! The laptop is too small of a screen so he's away getting his computer.

Kon: Will that really make any difference?

Cassie: Umm I don't know Kon I've never compared Tim's computer to my laptop. 😒

Kon: Damn, snarky... :(

Tim runs back to the group, seemingly exhausted. Kon sits upright, pushing Bart off in the process. Tim sets the computer up and low and behold, it's just the right size.

Bart immediately clinging onto Kon again: What are we watching? I forgot

Tim lays down panting: hhh .... hhhh ....

Cassie: ehehe.. Um, well we think we're gonna have an MCU bashing marathon. I know it's alot of movies but it's a weekend and (albeit, illegal) Tim brought a car we can sit in when it gets cold.

Kon: Dude, I hate marvel.

Cassie: That's why it's called a 'Bashing Marathon', idiot, we make fun of it the whole time.

Bart: Marvel has alot of stuff going on in their movies so it's always fun for me to watch :p

Tim: Okay okay let's get this party started!

Tim jumps up from the ground and places the pillows neatly on the blanket then grabs another 2 thicker blankets and, once everybody's comfortably laying, throws it over them. He tosses a can to Bart and then lays down with the rest of them.

Tim: You punks are gonna be asleep by the 5th hour, I bet.

Bart chugging his drink: NOWAYletsgoletsgoletsgo!!

Cassie: Heh nahh Timmy. I'm so ready for this.

Kon: Let's get ready for a little over 2 days of making fun!

6 hours 30 minutes in and Cassie, Kon, and Bart are all huddling into eachother. One of them is snoring, one is just kicking the blanket continously and the other is sleeptalking. Tim lays happily awake with a bowl full of popcorn when he looks down to his sleeping friends.

Tim: Knew it.

....

Tim sighs as he gets up and turns the computer off, looking back to his friends.

Tim: We probably should've chosen a smaller Franchise, huh guys? Well ... It's dark. And... I don't really wanna drive a car this late so. I'm gonna phone Bruce and see if dad can come pick us up.

He pats his friends.

Tim: And I know you all were tired during Iron Man 2. I saw it in your faces... But you pulled through to the 4th movie out of pure pettiness.

He laughs.

Tim: It's goes to show how resilient you all are... That you don't back down from a challenge. Even if you barely beat it in the first place. It's one of the things I like about you all, and I hope it's something I can one day find myself.

Tim falls back chuckling as he brings his phone out of his pocket and messages his brother.

Tim: Geez I cant believe I'm talking to a bunch of sleeping people.

He feels something brush his leg and sees cassies hand barely but noticeably touching him.

Tim chuckles again, holding his face: Yeah, hehe. You're the type of person to take the chance to tease me about that.

He shuts his eyes.

Tim: Love you guys too...

[6sunnysideup9]

some highschool au doodles - it looks real messy cuz i was experimenting with colors and stuff XD

im thinking that jerome would have dahlia piercings in replacement for his mouth scars, and he'd defitnitely invite oswald to fight each other/other students to relieve stress (oswald accepts the offer more often than not). Also basketball player jer cuz why not

jeremiah is the new student who gets bullied and tells jerome not to worry (read: not to bash their heads in and give the principle a bigger headache than usual). One day, jeremiah just snaps all of sudden and almost stabs a pencil into a bully's eye - that made sure no one ever mess with him anymore.

[connanro]

cannae believe that tim drake went to four different highschools. and he dropped out without finishing his senior year. fucking iconic

[ineffag-swag]

I miss gotham <- is still gotham blogging

[jaylovesriddussy]

Highschool au, I am so normal about them

[hoffmanstits-enjoyer]

Jeremiah: this may sound surprising but i think... that i'm in love with jerome

Ecco, amused: oh?

Jeremiah: yes, i know. thoughts?

Ecco: and prayers

[coloredsnowo]

ed bothering oz on the walk to school by telling riddles

[cryptid-t33th]

Gotham modern highschool au

* Gertrud posts about Oswald on Facebook all the time (like the "my mom made this! he's so creative" thing y'know)

* Oswald's last name is Kapelput not Cobblepot (I assume he changes it when he's older)

* Gordon uses the "my dad's a cop" threat quite a bit

* Oswald has gotten in trouble for hearing people up a couple times, generally because someone insults gertrud

[ditzybat]

steph: why did duke just deck green lantern in the middle of the street, in civvies?

tim: they have beef

steph: cool, ten bucks says duke wins

jason: twenty says this becomes a meme 'random highschooler beats the shit out of justice league member' and hal wont show his face in gotham again

tim: forty, bruce will buy him a car for humiliating hal out of gotham

[saving-ray-23]

BATGIRL (o n e)

Barbara Gordon was never going to be popular. She was the police Commissioner's niece, which made people steer clear of her. It didn't matter if she was the Commissioner's second greatest disappointment (the first was her cousin, James Gordon Jr.). She was passed off as a failure by the eldest Gordon and as a goody-two-shoes by her classmates. It was hard to be related to a cop in Gotham. Especially when you lived in Somerset.

So, Babs— as her friends would call her, if she had friends left —let the world spin around her while she braved the chaos on her own. She was sixteen and didn't have any friends. Not any that were still around, at least.

That's why she liked talking to her cousin. James, as he preferred to be called, was in Arkham, working as a doctor. He was very busy, so they didn't see each other that often. Every couple of months and on some holidays, they would spend the day together. James was twenty-six, but he acted like he was forty. Barbara's mom died in childbirth and her dad wasn't a good person, so she had been raised by the Commissioner most of her life. James was more like a brother than anything, but they weren't as close as Babs liked to pretend. In reality, the Gordon's were all lone wolves, better off on their own.

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James told her about her parents, occasionally. When it was late at night and they were sitting in the car outside the Commissioner's house at the end of a rare visit. Her dad was a cop, just like the Commissioner, but he was crooked. A really bad person.

James thought the Commissioner had at one point been crooked too, and that he should have been punished just as much as any other crooked cop that was caught. Babs sometimes would secretly agree.

He was a good cousin— James. He always answered her letters and calls, even if it was late at night and she just wanted to hear him breathe. She liked to do that sometimes, when the Commissioner was working late. It made her feel better, even if it was probably stupid. James let her be stupid sometimes. More than the Commissioner ever did.

And James said he never had any friends when he was growing up either. James assured Babs that it was perfectly fine to not have friends. Most of the people in Gotham were assholes, anyways. James was too good for them and as his cousin, Barbara was as well. That's what James said, at least. But the thing was, when James said something, it was hard for Barbara to think it was wrong.

Since she was a kid, his word had always been law. If he said it was okay to shoplift sometimes, then it was. If he said public schools were a disgrace, then they were. Besides, Barbara had been going to Gotham Academy since starting middle school. James paid for it after getting the Arkham job. They didn't have a lot of money when it came to patient care, but the staff were all well compensated. A reward for working with Gotham's worst, Babs supposed.and

James did a lot for Babs. It made it hard for her to see him as anything less than perfect. He was a doctor, a young one at that. And he was really smart. James skipped four grades in school, after starting a year early. He was practically a genius.

And James thought that she was smart enough to do something great. He even said so, when he first showed her the brochures for Gotham Academy. The Commissioner had been against it, mostly because of the costs. But, less than a month after the idea was first brought up, the second floor of the middle school was blown up. The six stitches on Babs' leg from a flying piece of metal helped the Commissioner make his decision.

Except, Babs didn't . . . well, she didn't thrive at Gotham Academy like James thought she would. Even though he hadn't had friends in school, Barbara wanted somebody. People who met her at the gates before school every morning and sat with her at lunch. She wanted to be more permanent, not just a shadow.

She didn't tell anyone— it wasn't like she really had anyone to tell. She didn't want to hear James tell her she didn't need friends. She knew she didn't need friends; she just really wanted some. And the Commissioner wouldn't be any help. He'd probably just sigh and go off on some lecture about being more sociable. Maybe suggest doing some more after-school activities.

But, Babs already did plenty. She was a part of the Chess club two morning's a week, the Varsity Lacrosse team every day after school, a Karate class on Sundays— she barely had any free time left and it was even worse during the summer. But it didn't help her make friends any more than doing nothing had. She had tried. She tried all the time. But, people were jerks and nobody gave much of a crap about the one trust-fundless kid in a sea of rich kids. At Gotham Academy, friends were all about connections. And Barbara barely had any. Not even rich people seemed to like cops.

James always told her she should never run after people when they left. And everyone eventually left. It was just a matter of time.

Like, Dick Grayson.

He was the oldest son of Bruce Wayne, adopted at nine. They met in sixth grade Science class. He was really nice. Like, really nice. Everyone at the school had some prejudice or another against people who weren't born surrounded by buckets of cash. But, even the worst of the rich melted sooner or later when it came to him. And she was no exception.

For a whole trimester— twelve entire weeks —Dick and Babs were friends. She even went over to his house a couple of times and the Commissioner took them for a ride in one of the cop cars. It was pretty great. Back then, when the Commissioner was just a Detective and his hair wasn't salt-and-peppered yet, they did a lot of fun stuff. And having a friend to join in just made it all that much better.

But, seats were changed, sports started up, and the friendship ended. Barbara secretly wondered if Dick even noticed when it happened. She had. But, Dick was the type of person to have a million friends, so who was she to be upset that he didn't notice her anymore?

Years passed and despite the occasional wave in the hall, their middle school comradery— Barbara's first and only real friendship —was forgotten. She tried her best to just forget it, forget him. He was Dick Grayson, after all; of course, he wouldn't care about her.

Barbara was grateful for James more than ever after her first and only friendship. Everything her cousin said about people— boys, especially —was completely right. She was let down and would be again and again if she kept on trying. It was better to just be like James, friendless and happy.

Babs was smart enough, anyways. At sixteen, she had two years worth of extra credits, not to mention she was in nearly all honors and AP classes. APUSH, Honors English Lit, Honors Calculus— hell, she was even a TA for the Ethical Hacking class during her lunch period. That was a class Seniors struggled with, something that she took as a Freshman, over a year and a half ago. Not to mention, James had been giving her extra tutoring over the phone since she was a little kid. She knew how to do an array of things college students would fail to understand.

Babs was smart. She didn't need friends— she had herself and her cousin. That was all she needed, even if she still wanted more.

Besides, it wasn't like anyone was jumping at the chance to hang out with her. Nobody really thought of Barbara that much. Bess was the only one who actually cared and she wasn't around anymore. She probably wouldn't ever return.

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Barbara sighed into the phone, laying on her back. "The Commissioner is being a righteous— "

"Jackass?" James offered from the other end of the phone.

"I was going to say dick, but that works too." Barbara had been talking to her cousin for all of five minutes when she remembered the utter bullshit her uncle had come up with. "He says I can't go on that field trip I told you about. Thinks it'll be too graphic or some shit."

"Dangerous— Please, the trip to Arkham will be nothing more than a glorified walk through the kitchen."

Babs groaned loudly. "It isn't fair— I haven't seen you in months."

"So, what are you going to do about it?" He responded, egging her on subtly. "You want to see me, don't you?"

"Of course, I do— "

"Then, go on the trip anyway. Forge his signature."

Babs bit her lower lip, debating in her head. "If he finds out— "

"He won't. Not unless you're a dumbass." James shifted on the other end of the line, voice dropping slightly. "Are you a dumbass, Barbara?"

Barbara sighed. "I'll see you in two weeks, I guess."

"See you then, Barbie doll."

The phone cut off with a click, leaving Barbara cursing herself out silently. Her uncle was a literal detective; she'd probably be caught before she even left the door. Not to mention, the trip was still over two weeks away. She'd have to stew in the suspense for days and Babs had a shitty poker face.

"I'm a total dumbass." She muttered, letting her cell drop to the carpeted floor below her.

Rolling off her bed, Babs dug into her backpack, retrieving the (now-wrinkled) form from the school. It was a couple pages long, with actual disclosures and stuff. Too much for Babs to actually consider reading. She skimmed until she found where the Commissioner was supposed to sign, grabbing one of the only non-colorful pens from her desk.

James W. Gordon Sr.

Below it, she frowned at the fee; thirty dollars seemed like too much for just a bus ride and some crappy tour. Not to mention, she had spent the last of her birthday money buying a skateboard over a month ago. She was going to buy a car, but those were really expensive and she failed her driving test. Majorly.

A small box stated the standard speel that she hated, reminding her that all the scholarship kids and those who were underprivileged could have their fees waived if needed. Pay what you can. It always made her annoyed; to any other school, her family would be well off. But it was a private school full of Bristol-brats. Even the Janitor probably made triple digits. Babs doubted anyone would take anything less, given the disturbing carelessness of students in the cafeteria. Any and all manners seemed to be forgotten the moment they stepped into the school.

Shoving the paper back into her bag, she resolved to dig through her piggy bank in the morning and maybe the couch cushions. A buzz sounded from her phone, reminding her of where she had discarded it on the floor. Assuming it was the Commissioner, she picked the phone up with a glare, wondering how late he would be that night.

Blinking, she nearly dropped the hunk of cheap metal and plastic as she saw the caller ID. One that she hadn't seen since Middle School.

"Hello?"

[syresdcthings]

More DC highschool things… batfam edition?

This post includes: Batman, most of the Batkids, Kon El, Cassie and Bart. Read like a script.

Bruce waves goodbye to his friends and starts to walk to the Middle School down the opposite street from the Manor. He leans on a wall just around from the entrance and continuously checks his watch.

Dick, arms out, chasing Jason out of school(13): YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE.

Jason, panic on his face as he bolts away(12): oh shHIT!

Jason turns the corner to see Bruce, with his usual grimace. He quickly hides under his “cape”. It’s just a scarf.

Jason: B-Bruce! Brucie! My favourite of all my siblings! Please help me.

Bruce: uhhnnng…. What’s wrong…?

Dick turns the corner before Jason can reply.

Dick: Any lasts words, fiend?

Jason: Yeah…

Jason: FREEDOM!

He runs to the parking lot and Dick runs after him, laughing.

Bruce: Jesus…

Cassie ominously sneaking up(11): Hello Mr Wayne!

Bruce: JESUS. Oh… Cassandra…

Cassie: I told you, it’s Cassie! So I don’t get mixed up with your Cassandra, remember?

Tim, also ominously appearing(11): He probably doesn’t.

Bruce: Tim.. Where is Duke and… our Cassandra?

Tim: Ohh, uh. I’m pretty sure I saw Duke talking to a teacher? Cassandra was right behind me so she should be here soon.

Stephanie running out of the school with two paper swords(12): DICK! GRAB THIS!

She throws the paper sword and it doesn’t go far at all, but Dick still grabs it.

Jason: What?! Two on one isn’t fair!

Duke spawns behind Jason(12): That’s correct, two on one isn’t fair.

Jason: FUCK YEAH!

The group begin to run around chasing eachother.

Bruce: Not Duke…

Bruce: sigh… well I gotta do a head count before we get Damian..

Bart Allen, sitting on an annoyed Conners shoulders(both 11): Smart idea Bruce!

Bruce: Where are you all coming from!? Uhm… anyway, let’s see.

He points to each of the people there, murmuring a number when he gets to a new kid, not including any of his brothers odd friends.

Bruce: Oh? Oh. Heh, and finally you.

He slightly ruffles the quiet girls who is suddenly standing next to him’s hair.(11)

Bruce: Alright, everyone who isn’t one of mine, kindly head home. Not, not including you, Stephanie.

Stephanie: Epic.

Dick: We’re totally missing someone?

Tim: Damian’s not here yet.

Dick: Well we have to pick him up from elementary T bone!

Cassandra, poking Bruce in the back: Jason…

Bruce: What about him?-

They all look up to see Jason scaling the walls of the school.

Bruce: …

[tanglepelt]

Dpxdc 180

Did Danny abuse the fact the GIW needed his parents tech. Yes of course. Danny not phantom seemed to be the trouble maker as of late. His parent threatened to withhold tech and blue prints from them if the GIW touched their kids.

Did he get caught breaking ember and boxy out of a government facility? yes. He expected the lecture he got.

The next jail break. It was not him. It was sam, Then the third. Also not him. That was Val… then it was Tucker. But not him.

The blame fell on him.

He did not expect to be shipped out of state. The GIW were happy to cover all costs. Even got him into a decent highschool. And had an apartment all arranged.

Gotham?

Not where he was expecting.

The assassination attempts. Also surprising.

Not so surprising. Tucker found out the GIW wanted to “silence” him. Offering a lot of money.

Of course his parents don’t listen. He is 15 perfectly fine to be all alone. Even if he is near some place with the nickname crime alley. Nope. He is just being dramatic. They tell him no one wants him dead.

[inutaffy]

"i need your help. someone shot fangs. it wasn't me. but i was there and now the southsiders think i did it."

"that's unfortunate reggie 😕 but i'm afraid i can't help u😙 " [DISCONNECT] LMAFOOOOO

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Corporate Rivals

Bruce is really excited to hire a boy genius from a small time town. He found him by accident while scrolling through some creative writing competition past winners on various school sites. He originally wanted ideas for his own contest for the annual Wayne Young Writers Scholarship when he stumbled up Amity Parks Youth Authors.

Daniel Fenton's science fiction had won second place, and Bruce thinks he only lost due to the judges not realizing all the science of the gadgets his charaters used were real. Real, well explain and proper research. Daniel obviously knew his stuff and knew it well.

He had reached out to Daniel with a science scholarship opportunity, wanting to see what he would come up with. He gave him a basic assignment asking him to fulfill a prompt "Software or Hardware development for disabled" in either theory or model. If he created something worthwhile, Bruce would send him ten grand.

Daniel did not disappoint, not only doing the theory paper but also sending back a prototype of a pocket ASL translator. It would be an app on a phone that would have an AI watching through a camera of the person doing sign language and say out loud what the person was saying. It had a few bugs here and there, but for a high schooler, those were very impressive accomplishments.

Bruce found himself sponsoring the boy for early high school graduation. The young Fenton boy was a genius just like his parents, but he lacked proper motivation. Bruce suspected it was due to his school not challenging him enough much like Tim.

When Daniel got his diploma Bruce offered a few rid to Gotham University with the condition he would be a employee at WE. Daniel agreed under the condition it was as a proper employee and not a unpaid intern. A little daring for a kid getting already a amazing deal but Bruce liked his moxy and agreed.

Daniel Fenton was to be a worker in the RD department for WE tech in one week.

He couldn't wait to introduce him to Tim. Two young geniuses would get along swimmingly with their shared brain prowess!

______________________________________

Tim hated the new guy.

They were the same age, but everyone acted like he was amazing for finishing high school and starting university while also being a top WE reseacher and Devloper at such a young age.

Oh Tim was CEO, but as many people have whispered, he didn't graduated Highschool or have a GED so the only reason he got to be CEO was because of nepotism. Danny on the other hand got his position through hard work.

Which was ironic, seeing as the company has never done so well since Tim came on board. Their sales, PR, and production numbers all tripled because of him. Danny, on the other hand, was a sloth with little to no ambition. He didn't even work well with others! He mostly did solo projects and everyone seemed fine with that since genius "need their own space"

Tim has been networking since he was three years old, and failure to do so had always reflected badly on him and his company. He spent his entire life careful choosing his words and his actions. Even his appearance, what he wore, his hairstyle even the hand gesture when he talked, were planned before hand.

Then comes Fenton, who avoids crowds, dressed in the worst formal wear Tim has ever seen . Black jeans were not formal!- and acted like this important office was just a after school hang out spot. Now Tim was much more laid back than his board co-workers, who were all in their fifties or older, and even more relax then the mangers or superiors of lower stations but even he could not understand Fenton blaring music, bags of chips lingering everywhere and his ordination skills were none existing!

Not to mention the fact Daniel didn't believe in using computers unless he had to. His office was covered in towers of paper that he scribbled and work on! It was such a waste!

And yet, despite all of that, Daniel was rapidly becoming an asset to WE. His ASL translator app wasn't finished, but it had everyone buzzing with excitement and would be well received when it was released with Wayne Phones as a built in app.

Tim tried to avoid him as best he could least he get offended by his lack of work proper behavior

Daniel Fenton did not understand what it meant to put your all into something that you lost yourself along the way. Best to ignore him.

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Danny couldn't stand his company CEO. Timothy Drake reminded him a little too much of the A-listers but without the bulling bit. Somehow, that made it worse.

Timothy was popular because he was well liked. He didn't need to relay on his good looks or aggression to make other yeild to him like Paulina or Dash. Even if he was ridiculously good looking to the point, Danny confused him for a siren when he met him.

He had the ability to walk into any room and take command if it. Timothy didn't even need to speak, his very presence commanded attention and awe. Not to mention how great he was at his job.

WE had always been a popular corporation but under Timothy's command they rose to one of the most important corporations in the world. Bruce Wayne was raised to run a company, Timothy Drake was born to run it. There was a large enough difference between the two that anyone could see Timothy was superior at running things.

Danny was nothing like that. He couldn't talk to people, couldn't make them like him, and often he was overlooked for his sister or his wacky but loveable parents.

He was the other Febton. The one that was there and nothing else. A few months ago he was even considered the dumb Fenton, who somehow was skipped over for intelligence.

Then he wrote a little story and everything changed.

Danny turned out to be a proper Fenton, after all, having gotten the attention of Bruce Wayne for his mind. His parents haven't been so proud of him in a long time, and he found himself accepting the job position after graduating high school early before he knew it.

Along with the job came a move to Gotham city. He went after debating it a great deal with his family and friends, but the deal was too sweet to turn down. Now he was in Gothem and he knew absolutely no one.

Danny didn't know how to make new friends here. Tucker and Sam had been the ones to approach him at the beginning of their friendships. He also was scared of getting close to his co-worker less they suspect his Phantom powers.

He knew that Metas was not welcome, and he thought Batman wouldn't care that he was technically dead and not with a meta gene.

So he focused on his work, avoiding large crowds and keeping his head down. He would turn on music to help pass the loneliness and would gater papers to write down his thoughts less they made him mad by running around his head all day.

This anxious insecurity was something Timothy Drake would never understand. He just shone like a fallen star, dazzling the masses with his neat press suits, easy charisma, and intelligent bedroom eyes. Best to ignore him.

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Dick never really ventured to WE now that he moved out. He made a habit of trying to visit Tim every two weeks for lunch to fix this. He also really wanted to spend more one on one time with his little brother now that they reconsidled from Bruce's timeline fiasco.

He was still well known by the employees, even new ones, so when Dick arrived to the lobby he was waved in by security. The receptionists were all huddled together muttering to eachother and missed his entrance since security didn't call out to him.

Dick could tell the gossip they were talking about was juicy based on the way Lola was wiggling her eyebrows and Stacy and Isaiah's reaction.

He creeps closer to the front desk, hoping to hear something good.

"Isn't that against the rules?" Isaiah asks.

"WE doesn't have anything like that. Not since Thomas Wayne married his old PA and had Bruce. I think it's cute that Mr.Drake is following in his adoptive Grandfather's footsteps."

Dick paused, shocked. Tim liked someone at WE!?

"They aren't even dating yet, Lola"

"Yeah but you can cut the sexual tension with a- Mr. Grayson! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. How can I help you?"

Dick blinks. "Oh I'm here to see Tim for lunch. But what was that about Tim you were saying?"

The woman pales as the other two quickly become busy with some email or another.

"Oh, um, I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have -"

"It's fine I don't mind a little chat between co-workers. I'm just curious"

Lola stares before nervously blurting "Rumor has it that um, Mr.Drake has a thing for Daniel Fenton"

"The new boy genius?" Dick thinks about it considering what he knows of Tim's type and his past preferences in partners before nodding "That tracks actually"

He says his thanks and hurries away to Tim's office unaware he may have confirmed a relationship between Tim and Danny.

The gossip circles in WE exploded with the news everyone careful not to let the two subjects hear a whisper.

[greenglowinspooks]

Thinkin about a DCxDP where Danny’s helping ghosts find peace while he’s laying low in Gotham.

Like, he moved away from Amity for whatever reason. Maybe the reveal went badly, maybe he just couldn’t stand staying any longer. For whatever reason, he’s in Gotham, because the rent is cheap and he’s nowhere near the strangest thing there so no one looks at him twice.

However, this city is cursed. Like, cursed beyond cursed. It’s actively alive with how many curses there are, and the ghosts there are extremely unhappy about it.

(Of course, that’s not a problem for Danny. His ghost side filters out the toxic smog and the chemicals in the water, and his human side gives a resistance to the rank ecto and the hexes that are actively trying to devour him.)

He doesn’t really want to do anything about it, to be honest.

He’s sick of playing hero, considering how it went last time, and he’s busy working at Waffle House or Walmart or whatever other store doesn’t bother doing a background check (in Gotham, that’s probably all of them), and maybe trying to find a way to get highschool credits that don’t immediately disqualify him from every college in existence.

Still, the ghosts know he can hear them. They know, and they keep coming for help.

So, hey, why not? He definitely can’t put this as experience in any sort of job application, but he really doesn’t have much else to do.

So, he becomes errand boy for a bunch of ghosts.

Sometimes he’s finding objects that are important to them, sometimes he’s giving evidence they collected together of their murders to the police, sometimes he’s getting them the last meal they never had, sometimes he’s just spending time with them like they’re not dead.

The ghosts don’t always move on, but they’re always more at peace. Occasionally they pay him back in charms and blessings and the locations of valuables that he can keep or pawn for cash.

Eventually, a new ghost shows up.

She looks like a shadow, like all the ghosts of Gotham, but she seems stronger than usual. She asks him for a favor that those who came before him were never able to fulfill.

She asks him to find her engagement ring, and give it to her son.

Easy enough, he thinks. It’s a bit of a pain to buy the ring from the seedy pawn shop it’s in (he would usually just steal it, but he doesn’t want to implicate her kid in anything, which she seems grateful for), but everything’s going mostly alright.

Then, she tells him who her son is, and wow, no wonder no one’s helped her yet.

He’s Red Hood. The guy who is(/was) the crime lord in charge of crime alley. The title sounds a bit stupid to Danny, but he’s still a genuine threat to a living person.

Good thing he’s not one of those.

And so, the next time he sees Red Hood out and about, he goes right up to him. The man seems mostly unbothered, but Danny does notice how his hand slightly drifts towards one of his many weapons.

He tells Red Hood outright that he’s there on behalf of the man’s mother, then just holds out his hand with the ring inside, dropping it into Red Hood’s open palm.

Then he leaves, not waiting for a response.

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Jason has a mystery on his hands, and he might just cash in some favors from Babs and Tim to figure it out.

He’s got to find the guy who gave him his mother’s ring, and find out everything he knows.

[providencehq]

Powehouse AU: aka Danny Fenton tries to be a normal college student in the midwest yet is forced to continue to be a hero in secret as ghosts won't leave him alone and soon, neither will the Justice League when he pops up as a new hero.

Additional info and art under readmore:

ANYWAYS, here is some powerhouse au information.

Danny as he grows up manages to keep the ghost situation under control to a point he isn't overly active as Phantom. He finishes highschool no problem and goes to uni over in Central City for Maths and Engineering (not an overtly big fan of the space motif and instead, I'm shoving my boy into something cooler: PLANES! He's studying specifically mechanical engineering and has plans to go to a trade school after his B.S. for A&P mechanics.)

Sam goes to Gotham State University for Ethnobotany and works in one of the unis library part time. Tucker is going to Star City College for Computer Science and a minor in archeology, he tutors part time.

Danny's main design is inspired by a combo of military and blue collar uniforms (you can also see exactly what I reference). I also couldn't decide a face mask so you get all three options.

So as Danny moves to Central City and attends uni, his rouges do sadly follow him and wreck havoc. Danny is stressed from school so he doesn't do quips as much, in fact, he's trying to get this under control as fast as possible so he can go back and study. Here's the thing, no one outside of Amityville has seen Phantom so all of the sudden what seems to be a meta? an alien? something not human? coming out and taking down rouges that, due to being ghosts, other heros struggle to contain and handle.

Speculation rises about Phantom and who he is. Danny is smart and thought this through, kinda. His costume is a modified look what he wore as a kid but he pulls in more military/uniform aspects to make it seem like he belongs to someone or some organization. That maybe somewhere in the US, an organization managed to make a hero of sorts that mimics Green Lanterns. It's just a big red herring, Danny wants them to look for someone older, probably more experienced, and a different background. Not some tired college student struggling with his studies.

Things do start to get dicey when heroes actively try to interact with him, mostly the Flash (because Central City), Superman, and the Green Lantern. Most interactions end up with Phantom not wanting to fight and fleeing or when cornered to fight, he's messy and inexperienced compared to the other heroes. He doesn't stay around and rarely even talks. It's concerning more so because the heroes aren't sure with who they're dealing with and after a few interactions, they aren't sure Phantom is on their side. Just too many questions around him.

This leads to heroes actively trying to capture and bring in Phantom. The more failed attempts that happen, the more flightly Phantom acts when they end up interrupting him capturing his rouges. They do eventually capture Phantom (thank you Superman) and that's kinda where I end on information on this AU. It's just me having fun with interactions and also designing costumes :)

ALSO DANNY IS ROMA/DIDICOY I NEED TO MENTION THAT!!! (Dick Grayson 🤝 Danny Fenton being didicoy)