#like an oracle

[andrew-dramaqueen-minyard]

I like the idea that Andrew has an eyebrow slit for aesthetic reasons… and Neil has an eyebrow slit because it’s a scar (from Lola)… boyfriends and their matching eyebrow slits… delicious really

[ditzybat]

Dick, sighing: it’s hard being the only emotionally adjusted one in this family

Tim: LOUDDDD incorrect buzzer

Jason: you’re the most like Bruce out of all of us, and that man isnt exactly the poster child for emotional stability

Damian: I concur, while Timothy and Jason see their feelings as afterthoughts, and fear mine underminded - you, Richard, brood and suppress until the miscommunication blows up in your face, just like father.

Tim: exactly, the most expressive and normal one of our colony are the Batgirls… and that’s saying something

[wafflehousevibe]

“Oracle, I pulled this guy out of containment, but I’m not getting any vitals!”

“Then it’s a good thing you know what to do, and how fast you have to do it”

[ continuation: 1 / 2 / 3 ]

lol tim his heart isn’t supposed to beat and ur abt to retraumatize this boy w that shock

[andstuffsketches]

girl who lives in a cave

[mantimae]

The Oracle’s hand.

[red-velvet-void]

Being an artist is awesome bc you can project your period cramps onto your fave

[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're on Gothamtwt

just gothamite things

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[gothamite-rambler]

Nightwing: I got stabbed in the hand. Should I take it out here or wait until I get home?

Oracle (on the comms): Go to the hospital.

Nightwing (ignoring the urgency, focusing on the knife): ...No. If I jiggle it a bit, you think it won't do too much damage?

Red Hood (answering on his comm): Probably should wait till you get home.

Red Robin (chiming in): How big is the dagger?

Nightwing (poking): A regular sized switch blade.

Red Robin (speaking from experience): Oh, just head to your place, bite down on a spoon and sanitize the wound in alcohol.

Red Hood: Yeah and sew the wound slowly. Then drink Jack Daniels. That's a good comfort drink.

Red Robin: I drink ginger tea.

Oracle (regretting knowing this man for a second): Thing one and two shut up. Seriously, Nightwing, go to the hospital!

Nightwing (cackle chuckle for a second): Oracle, you're so silly. Stop playing. If I pull it out now, apply pressure, then stop by a local gas station for gauze—

Batman tossed a goon across the floor like he was a pebble in the pond then pressed his own earpiece to talk.

Batman (on comms, father tone): GO TO THE HOSPITAL!

Nightwing: Yeah, but-

Batman (scolding for not listening): Nightwing.

Nightwing: What if I go home and patch-

Batman (disappointed father tone): Nightwing.

Nightwing pouted, stomping his foot saddened he'd have to call it a night.

Nightwing: Ugh, fine! I really hate going there; it always takes forever to see a doctor. If I wanted to leave early, it shouldn't be due to getting stabbed!

Batman: I've been through the same thing, but it's worth it. Okay?

Nightwing: Alright.

Oracle: You’re seriously going to listen to him over your own friend?!

Nightwing: Yeah... He’s Batman and my papa. Why wouldn’t I listen to him?

Oracle: Oh my God, that’s not a valid reason!

Batman (agreeing with his cause he's Batman): It makes perfect sense to me.

Oracle slammed her head onto her desk, groaning in frustration.

[the-phantom-peach]

miscellaneous zelda art over the last month

… or something ☕️

[daydreamerwonderkid]

*Girls Just Wanna Have Fun playing in the background*

Meme reference below cut

[zhelin-thames]

[Group Chat: Batfam Surveillance]

Red Robin: There's a new meta in Gotham. Looks like a ghost.

Nightwing: A ghost? Are we talking actual ghost or just someone who really needs to hydrate?

Red Robin: Actual ghost. He's glowing. I'm running scans now.

Batman: Keep him under observation. Gotham doesn't need more problems.

Robin: I can handle him. He's probably just another foolish vigilante.

Signal: He's flying. I just saw him phase through a building. Pretty sure he's not a "foolish vigilante."

Oracle: I'm pulling satellite footage… okay, weird. He's fighting something. A… green blob?

Red Hood: Blob? Like Clayface's cousin?

Red Robin: Nope. That's ectoplasm. 100% ghost confirmed.

[Danny Phantom has joined the chat]

Danny: Uh, hi? Could you not stalk me? I'm just here for the blob.

Red Robin: … How did you get in this chat?

Danny: Hacker friend. Don't worry, I'll leave. Nice to meet you guys! Also, tell your caped guy to stop brooding on the rooftops; it's creepy.

Batman: …

[Danny Phantom has left the chat]

Red Hood: I like him.

[leafyeyes417]

Source of it all

Danny and his class had gone on a trip to Gotham for a week. He wasn’t exactly happy about that since despite the lower ectoplasm levels compared to amity, there was a lot more death and he could feel them happen when nearby. It made it hard to sleep when he kept jerking awake due to it.

Everything would have been fine if during the planned events they hadn’t come within a certain distance of Arkham Asylum. Danny being a halfa gave him senses that no one else had. One minute he had been following the group and the next pure and utter terror encompassed him and he took off in a random direction to get as far away from that as possible.

When he came back to himself he was halfway across the city, utterly lost, and on the verge of a panic attack because he had never felt like that before, even when he fought Pariah Dark. Whatever was under Arkham was Bad News(TM) and he had no clue what he should do about it.

[golfishwiththebigeyes]

geeked vs locked in (you guess who’s what)

[andstuffsketches]

more Batgirl redraws

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[frownyalfred]

Love me some Tony stark unfortunately all bruce has to do is send oracle a text

Broke: Bruce gets offended when people compare him to Tony Stark

Woke: Oracle gets offended when people compare Bruce to Tony Stark