#prompt: sing

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

Come Through Me

Prompt Day 30: Sing | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Eddie Munson Runs Away, Loneliness, Reconnecting, Pre-Steddie

He's been flying solo for too long. 

Eddie locks the door of the dingy apartment, the one he ran away to the minute he was able to leave the hospital, vowing to never fucking set foot in Hawkins again. 

So far, he's kept his word. 

He cut all ties, besides Wayne, and fucked right off.

Wayne makes the trek to meet him halfway sometimes, like they are today, and Eddie is grateful. He wants Wayne to get out of that shithole, too, but there's a pension just beyond his reach, and he's gonna stick it out until that's squared away.

But that means Eddie's kind of fucking lonely. He's not an introvert. He isn't meant to be alone, no matter how big of a freak everyone always thought he was.

"I'm lonely," he tells Wayne at the rest stop picnic table, homemade sandwiches wrapped in wax paper, spread out between them.

"Call your friends," Wayne says.

Eddie takes another bite.

"One call. They'd come runnin'. Trust me, kid," Wayne says, and Eddie wants to believe it would be that easy.

"They're mad," Eddie says. 

"They're worried," Wayne clarifies, "Dustin Henderson, and Gareth, too. Neither one give me a moment's peace."

Eddie smiles, just a little at the image of that.

"But it's that Harrington boy that's like a dog with a goddamn bone. Shaking it in my face, demanding to know things you made me promise not to sing like a canary about."

Eddie stills. 

Steve Harrington's looking for him? What for? They spent a week in the general vicinity of each other running for their lives. They aren't friends. They aren't anything. 

"What? Why?" Eddie asks, and it's not the most eloquent he's ever been.

"You tell me when you figure it out. Because I'd love to know, kid," Wayne says, and he seems like he's just as confused as Eddie is by this turn of events.

"What's he been asking you? How often do you see him? Does he come to the house?" Eddie asks, rapid-fire. 

Wayne holds up his hands, shutting Eddie's questions down. 

Then he digs in his wallet, pulling out a single slip of notebook paper, handing it to Eddie.

One piece of paper. 

But it seems terrifying. 

"Call him and ask, yeah?" Wayne says, and Eddie isn't sure he can do that, but he takes it.

They finish talking, hug, and then Wayne's gone. His old truck rumbling away, leaving Eddie alone all again.

Eddie has rubbed his thumb against the slip of paper enough that it's getting soft and if he doesn't cut it the fuck out, his luck will have him rubbing a hole right through the number, rendering it useless. 

He finally picks up the phone and just dials. Not giving himself a chance to back out.

Steve's voice fills his ear.

"Uh, hey. Hi. It's me. Eddie. Munson. Wayne gave me your number," Eddie says, and it feels stupid. What does he have to say to Steve Harrington? What does Steve have to say to him?

"Hey, man, glad you called," Steve says, and he sounds carefree, happy. 

He's happy?

Eddie wonders what that feels like.

Maybe he'll know, someday. 

"Yeah," Eddie says, and falls silent. Steve wanted him to call, Steve's gonna have to do the heavy lifting here. At least pick the topic to get the ball rolling.

"How are you?" Steve asks. 

"Lonely," Eddie says, and then leans his head against the door jam. He didn't mean to say that. To be that fucking honest. 

"Me too, man," Steve says, like it's a normal thing to say to each other. "Let me come see you. Then maybe we won't be lonely anymore, at least for a while, yeah?"

And, yeah. 

Okay.

Steve pulls up to his little apartment in his shitty neighborhood. Eddie watches out the window as Steve flips his keys in his hand, over and over, as he walks to the door, like he's happy to be there. 

Eddie lets him in, and Steve Harrington smiles, big and wide.

"Hey, man! You snuck out on us!" Steve says, reaching forward, hugging tight, rocking Eddie back and forth with the force of it. 

It's fucking weird, but Eddie hugs him back, because he's not about to pass up the chance to get a hug. Not these days.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were hoping I wouldn't," Eddie says as Steve finally lets him go. 

"Of course I didn't want you to! You're one of us now. Membership cannot be revoked," Steve teases.

Eddie laughs, and he's suddenly happy Steve made the effort to get in contact. Eddie motions to his couch, and Steve settles in. Eddie sits beside him, tucking his feet up under him. 

"Catch me up," Eddie demands, hugging his knees, resting his chin on his arms. 

And Steve does. One-by-one, he tells Eddie about anyone and everyone. 

They talk, and laugh, and Eddie feels like they've always been this close. It's weird. Maybe he's just that starved for conversation. 

But he doesn't think so. He's really having fun. 

"I'm glad you came," Eddie says, and Steve just grins. 

"Me too, man."

They sit in comfortable silence, then Steve asks, "You think you might come home? We'd all love it if you did. Your uncle, especially."

Eddie knows that's true, but he's still scared of that godforsaken place. He can't imagine just strolling back into town like nothing happened. 

"I don't think Hawkins wants that." Eddie says. 

"Fuck Hawkins. Seriously. We saved that shithole. If you want to come home, come home. They try to fuck with you? They'll have to come through me." 

Eddie's heart flip-flops in his chest. He isn't sure why. If it's the possibility of not being alone any more? Or the fact that Steve Harrington is willing to fight for him?

Both sound pretty damn good. 

"I don't know…"

Steve catches his eyes, and keeps them. 

"I do. If you want to come home, well, I'll help you pack." 

If you want to write your own, or go see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Alt Rock to the Rescue

[Inspired by this art]

"...Alright, I might have an idea," John Constantine, who was seemingly busy texting someone for the past ten - or twenty, no one really counted - minutes, puts his phone away and snaps his head up.

The room falls silent. Superman blinks in surprise, Diana frowns slightly, and Batman's mouth is pressed into a thin, stubborn line. Flash recovers first.

"You have an idea?" He huffs a short, disbelieving laugh, "No offense, but I'm not sure a magic trick can help us against, you know, an alien fleet." He gestures to one of the screens on the wall, where said fleet is approaching Earth on live.

The rest of the Leaguers present don't exactly agree with him, at least not verbally, but the mood in the room shifts from tense, anxious alarm to an almost palpable annoyance. To be honest, no one was even sure why or how John Constantine of all people ended up in the meeting. It's not like JLD could actually help with an ongoing, massive invasion that was about to happen in less than three- Correction, less than two and a half hours. Besides, it's John Constantine. The man that never shows up unless outright bullied into submission.

The magician winces briefly and starts rummaging through his pockets under the weight of everyone's attention.

"I said I might," he amends gruffly, getting a cigarette out of one of his pockets and sticking it in his mouth but not lighting it. Seems like it wasn't what he was looking for, though, because after that, the man keeps going through the various places on his coat, patting himself down. "I know someone who can deal with it. Granted, I already owe him a great deal, but he won't say no," he pauses and grimaces, "At least I hope he won't."

"I do not think it would be wise to call upon gods in our situation," Diana tries carefully, but John pays her little mind.

"Or demons," Green Arrow adds, crossing his arms on his chest, "I'm not selling my soul to get rid of some rocket ships or whatever they are."

Now, that makes the magician bark a laugh. Or, maybe it's the piece of lime green paper - a sticky note, actually - that he finally finds in the depths of his pockets.

"Oh, your soul's gonna stay where it is."

"Constantine-" Batman starts, but John cuts him off instantly.

"Mine will stay wherever it is as well," he reassures the man, "It's not that kind of entity." And with that, he promptly sets the green note on fire - green fire - and uses it as a lighter for his cigarette.

The next moment after the note is reduced to ash, there's a shift in the air in front of him, and, before any of the heroes have a split second to react, there are two people floating in the middle of the room, backs pressed to each other.

Two teenagers, to be exact. A girl and a boy, both of them so pale that their skin looks gray, and both dressed in grunge, like they just came from a rock concert. Yet, that's where the 'normal' parts of their looks end - the boy's hair is so white it looks blinding, and moves in the air slowly, undeterred by gravity, and the girl's hair is neon blue, her ponytail flickering up like a flaming torch.

The boy nearly topples over as the girl leans her back on him harder and kicks her feet up slightly. The movement is awkward, like both of them were taken by surprise by the sudden relocation, and maybe the guess about the rock concert was not so far from reality; there are drumsticks in the boy's hands, and the girl is holding an electric guitar in her hands.

"The fuck?.." The boy asks no one in particular, as the girl makes an annoyed groan and straightens up, still floating in the air. Her guitar makes an aborted sound. Meanwhile, the boy's eyes land on Constantine, and his whole face scrunches in disgust, "John, for the love of Ancients, I was in the middle of something."

The girl takes a look around while her friend is busy expressing his annoyance and elbows him in the side, "Oi, look, it's the whole Comic Con in the flesh here."

Green Arrow sputters. Flash makes a wordless but very offended sound. The floating boy looks around, taking stock of faces in the room, and the disgust on his face morphs into exasperation.

He turns back to Constantine, "Really? I thought I told you I want no part in your furry parade."

"Alien invasion," the magician decidedly doesn't address any of that, instead pointing his finger to the screen behind him. "Thought you ought to know," he adds, a bit of sarcasm bleeding into his tone.

"Ooh, is it my turn to be your world saving buddy, Phantom?" The girl perks up, turning around and draping herself over the boy's shoulders with a giddy laugh. Her guitar shifts to hang in the air on her side all by itself.

The boy - Phantom - rolls his eyes. Bright green, glowing eyes that definitely don't belong to a human being.

"If I had a nickel every time I had to save the world, I'd probably be able to buy myself my own guitar," he grumbles and looks back to Constantine. "Do I, like, have to? Right now? You know, I don't get paid for this bullshit, and the studio we rented for rehearsal has an hourly rate, so if we can postpone this for about an hour and a half, that'd be real nice."

"The fleet is only two hours away from Earth," Batman supplies suddenly, and, when both floating kids turn to look at him, adds, "I can pay for your next rehearsal. Or a few of them." Evidently, Phantom's comment about nickels struck a nerve. Or, maybe, the man just likes throwing money at any teenager he encounters. Who knows.

The boy blinks, taken aback by the proposition. But the girl grins, sharp and wicked, and shoves her drummer - if the drumsticks are to tell - in the side again.

"Hey, free studio. Better than the last time."

That snaps Phantom out of his stupor, and he groans, "Don't remind me." With a weary sigh, he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in the air, almost like reclining on it. "Okay, fine, sure. Do you want them, like, away from Earth- um, this is Earth, right?" He turns to Superman, surprisingly, looking for confirmation, and the man nods, thrown off guard. The boy nods back and continues, "Or you want them blasted into oblivion, or what?"

"Whatever suits your mood, kid," John waves his hand at the screen as if making a welcoming gesture, "But all the aliens gotta go."

Unexpectedly, that makes the girl's grin even wider, and she reaches for her guitar, floating around Phantom and looking him in the face. The look she gives him speaks of mischief, and the boy seems to understand what she's implying before she as much as opens her mouth.

"Ember, no," he pounts a drumstick at her.

"Ember, yes," she wiggles her eyebrows, "Come on, your wail is boring as fuck as it is, why not spice it up?"

"I'm not wailing," Phantom scrunches his nose, "My throat will hurt for weeks."

Ember runs her fingers over the strings of her guitar, and it makes a comparatively quiet, vibrating sound. A few cords shoot out of the bottom of her instrument, like ones used to plug an electric guitar to an amp. She raises her eyebrows, still looking at Phantom, a silent conversation between them.

Then, the boy huffs and rolls his eyes, twirling a drumstick in his fingers.

"Fine."

The cords fly at him like snakes, aiming at his neck. None of the Leaguers watching the encounter get to say even a word as the metal pins insert themselves into the boy's neck, acting like some twisted kind of collar. Phantom doesn't even flinch.

Ember's guitar, on the other hand, reacts to the connection quite violently: it makes a high-pitched sound all on its own and then changes color from black and blue to white and green, with lightning bolts instead of flames for design. The girl's ponytail flares up higher as she softly murmurs in delight.

Then, she turns to the people around them and smirks, "Which way is the evil alien fleet?"

Flash wordlessly points his finger to the right and up. The girl nods in satisfaction, turning in the air so her guitar is facing that way.

"You might want to cover your ears," Phantom advises, a sly smile on his face and a glimmer of anticipation to his eyes. John Constantine follows that direction immediately, and, taking his move as the best course of action, the other heroes follow as well. Except Batman, who only narrows his eyes and looks at both teens in the air apprehensively. Phantom shrugs, "Or don't, I don't hold any responsibility for your shattered eardrums."

"Pick up where we left off, then," Ember tells him, and the boy blinks:

"Wait, I thought you'd just-"

[For some wholesome experience, put your headphones in and listen to 'KULT' by Jisaiah, grandson, and Steve Aoki]

But the girl has already started a tune, nodding her head to the rhythm of it and slowly picking up the pace. Phantom huffs, but doesn't protest any further, floating up as much as the cords allow him and spinning a drumstick in his hand.

"Maybe I should join a cult

At least they'll tell me it's not my fault

That the world's a fucking circus

That my life feels fucking worthless," he spits the words out with a sneer, slowly rotating in the air until he is hanging upside down. His eyes are closed, and his voice becomes more and more staticky with every new sound. The volume of Ember's guitar gets up, higher and higher, until the walls and the floor of the room around them start to vibrate.

Then, Ember's voice joins Phantom's, and the boy brings his drumsticks down on thin air, mimicking the moves. Only, even with the actual drums not there, the air around him ripples like they are, and they all can hear the beat.

"Maybe I should join a cult

At least they'll tell me it's not my fault

When it all comes crashing down

We'll see who's laughing," both kids pause, just for a beat, and Ember uses that split second to spin the volume knob to the max before strumming her guitar in one wide, sharp move.

"NOW!"

The sound wave is not only palpable, it's visible. A wave of toxic green ripples through the air, knocking everyone present - sans the two kids in the air - to the ground, and goes beyond. The screens on the walls flicker and turn off, sending sparks in the air, and the comms give off loud, screeching noises, and-

The following silence feels almost deafening.

Batman, unsurprisingly, is the first one to stand back on his feet and see a few of the screens come back online.

Just in time to see that same green wave of... sound? energy? power?.. decimate the entire fleet like a wet cloth over a chalkboard. One moment, the spaceships were there, and the next they are gone, wiped out of existence.

Ember laughs, leaning back and almost doing a backflip in the air.

"That was nice, dipshit!" She shoves Phantom in the shoulder, and the boy snorts, plucking the cords out of his skin and grinning.

"Yeah," he agrees with a smile, not even looking at the screens around, "Maybe we should try rehearsing in space next time. Sing to the stars and all that crap."

"Sing to the stars?" Ember raises her eyebrows mockingly as the rest of the heroes scramble to their feet, bemoaning their ringing ears. "Na-ah," she clicks her tongue and turns to Batman, "You still up for paying for our studio?"

The man just grunts in a semblance of affirmation.

"Sweet," the girl grins and offers Phantom a hand for a high five, which he returns instantly. "Cheers to the world being saved once again!"

The boy just rolls his eyes and turns to Constantine, "Next time, be a dear and text me before summoning, or I'm going to sell your soul to Morpheus, and who knows what he'll do with you."

John Constantine grimaces. "I did," he offers grudgingly.

But both unearthly teenagers are already gone without a trace.

[Edit: I want everyone to know there's ART now!!!]

[Edit 2: There's more art!!!]

[emacrow]

Um.. Superman.. what that thing stuck on your cape?

Clark's brain short circuit for a moment as he just got back of flying at great speed in the middle of deep space to thrown one of Lex's giants bombs destroy the city and come back in record time.

He turn a bit to look at his cape to see a tiny humanoid starlight dust covered child with white hair, glowing full green that look like white specks stars were implanted themselves into his big ol eyes, nawing on a handful of stardust with inhumanly sharp itsy bitsy fangs.

A small yet floating crown that look similar to one of Nasa pictures of far out space.

Did he just accidentally abducted an royal alien child/teen?

[shummthechumm]

NICKELODEON/BACKYARDIGANS OFFICIAL HIRE ME I CAN HELP YOU!!!!

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

Completely inspired by the steamer DamianxDanny AU

So Dani has been traveling the world for four years at this point, learning about culture.

A big part about culture is music

So Dani learned to sing and play instruments from around the world.

And she gets good.

So at the Casper High senior bonfire for graduating seniors and family (Danny and the crew) someone records her singing a mix of traditional songs from countries around the world and posts it under an anonymous account.(probably Wes)

And it goes viral.

People are begging Dani to do a song from their country.

So Dani makes an account for her singing. She wears a mask though, so no one knows her identity (it would be kinda hard to explain her lack of legal papers). The account quickly explodes in popularity.

Eventually Bruce finds it and immediately begins to track her down because the anonymous singer the Ghost (the fan base calls themselves spirits) has Lazarus green eyes.

But because Dani has no legal papers, they most he can find is Danny Fenton, who is male, 18, freshly in collage, and has the singing voice of a dump truck. He’s differently not the Ghost.

Damian notices his father struggling with a case, and decides to help by watching each and every one of the Ghosts video.

And, somewhere along the way, he ends up falling a little.

Now he wants to find Ghost to take her on a date, not interrogate her.

One day, Ghost stops posting.

The entire world is demanding for answers, enough so that the JLA gets involved.

The only person who has any information is the new leaguer Red Huntress, vigilante that protected her town for years with the help of a ghost named Phantom (who had also vanished during that time)

Dani and Danny are in major shit.

The GIW found her and Danny and promptly vanished them off the face of the earth.

The only person who has any idea that they are not dead is Duke Thomas, who was on a call with his childhood friend Danny when he and his sister was taken.

Duke Thomas is currently on the run from the GIW because he know that Danny’s and Dani Fenton didn’t die in the FentonWorks Lab explosion

[wigglebox]

Supernatural September - Day 5 | Heartsick/Lover’s Lament

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Lil doodle requested by a lovely person:

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 147

At first, Geralt just thinks that he's just getting them stuck in his head. But they keep getting harder and harder to dismiss. The songs. Jaskier's voice haunting him, being guided to his ears by the breeze while he's in the midst of a fight, just so happening to relay to him information or reminders or motivation. "A cliff hangs over the water, tides are angry below~" Jaskier's voice lilts in Geralt's head in the midst of fighting a beast. There WAS a cliff nearby- Geralt ends up leading the creature right off the edge into the water, saving his life, and all because he got a lyric of Jaskier's stuck in his head. He can't recall which one of Jaskier's MANY songs it's from, but he's sure it's from one of them... "Swallow, the swallow, the swallow~ There sings the swallow, the swallow, the swallow~ Dear gods, the swallow, the swallow, the swallow!~" Jaskier's voice sang in Geralt's mind one other fight, when Geralt was stubbornly refusing to take potions. The griffin had retreated but Geralt knew it'd be back. He wanted to be on his guard. He could take a potion after. For now he had to scan the treeline. "The swallow, the swallow, THE SWALLOW!~" Fine, Jaskier! He'll drink the damn Swallow. He doesn't remember which song this line is from either... But Jaskier has travelled with him for twenty years. Some songs don't make it past a single line. Some get completely rewritten. Some are completely improvised around a campfire when tipsy. Just because Geralt can't remember them, doesn't mean they weren't songs of Jaskier's. Perhaps he didn't perform them on stage like some of his greater hits, but maybe Geralt heard him test it out and write it in his notebook before ultimately scratching through the words and tossing the idea out. "Don't dare, I swear, don't give me such a scare~ I'll mend you, I'll tend you, make sure it does not end you~ I'll kiss your hand and wash your hair, but only if you make it there~ Geralt, get up, come find my care, instead of bleeding everywhere~ Condemned you, pretend you, are dying where they sent you~ I'll defend you, Intend to, once I find where they have lent you~" Geralt is stuck lying on his side in the middle of a valley, bleeding profusely, and he KNOWS he's never heard that song from Jaskier. He wouldn't get it stuck in his head. He wouldn't. He's hearing it for the first time. At first he thinks he's hallucinating Jaskier's voice. Perhaps he's dying, and the world is trying to give him one last peace by letting him hear his bard one last time... But the bard's song is not a farewell. It's the antithesis of one. Somehow his bard is sending him a message.

[fangirlingpuggle]

Arcane AU idea where when Singed helps Silco after the river he doesn't help him but Warwicks him (SIlco actually dying due to his wounds)Only Silco is less beastly more ethereal monstrous and shadowy as Silco was the ghost of Zaun not the hound.

Somehow kids end up finding out about Singed doing something, maybe Sevika confronting Vander and Vi remembers name Silco so very vaguely from her parents. The kids end up going looking for Singed and find him.

He recognizes Powder and Vi and doesn't attack, cue kids trying to figure out Silco and Vander's past and keep him out of singed hands because WTF.

(Just picturing Mylo ending up finding Singed secret room looking in sees Orianna pauses turns around and nopes out because no not dealing with this level of crazy we are leaving)

The group end up finding in mines keeping Silco out of sight of enforcers and find letter and they have so many questions.

Vander eventually finds out about everything and is disbelieving Silco is alive and so guilty realizing he caused this, he killed Silco and he's why he's been suffering for years (As soon as he finds out what Singed was doing to him he is just pure murder mode like Kids you stay with your other dad I'm going to eviscerate the guy who did this the kids all insist on tagging along)

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO25 #18: you only listen to the mountain goats and i only listen to you

[emacrow]

The Phantom of the Abandoned Opera by emacrow/creator

The bats were investigating an old abandoned rundown opera that seemed to come to life, literally rebuild and booming at night that was luring people in, only for them to come out... different.

Tim was the first to sneak in in disguised as a wanderer citizen, seeing how people were grabbing snacks from a snack bar that looked as if it was in the 1880s with snacks ranging from the early 1990s to late 2010s.

Nobody was unable to enter with technology or weapons of any kind, which was the price Tim had to pay, unable to bring his backup backup spy bots.

He got a sample of the oddly popcorn with specks of green coating and a smoothie, which the Snack bar attendant told him it was Phantom Special tonight.

He follows the group to a mass audience seat. The audience room that was once rundown with barely anything in it beside broken nails and missing chairs in the daytime were filled with thousands of vintage chairs with red plush seating and cup holder, each with names on them.

What scared him was a seat was his real name on it.

Sitting down as stiff as he ever felt, the opera stage that used to be a mass hole in the center with no curtain was at all renewed as red curtain pulled open, the center play that was a very very tall man with a half mask wearing a handsome old fashion style royal costume with long hair that defies gravity in a stage full of moving stars and planets as the background.

The man began to sing, and Tim was completely enchanted.

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Can I Sing For You? (DpxDc Prompt)

Ghosts have many different subspecies, each with different traits and skills. Danny is half ghost, but if you wanted to be precise, he is half banshee/siren. Ever since his death, Danny has had a natural talent for singing and finds great enjoyment from it. Sometimes he just can't help himself and needs to belt out a tune to someone.

After high school, Danny decides to pursue a career in music. It let's him sing to his cores content without getting odd looks and puts some cash in his pocket so honestly there isn't really a downside. In order to get some extra practice in and gain more exposure, he has a youtube series where he walks around and asks people if he can sing for them.

Its while making one of these that Danny comes across DC character of your choosing and gets an urge to sing so overpowering that they barely have time to say yes before Danny is singing the most beautiful, powerful performance he ever has in his (un)life.

By the time the song is over, DC character is extremely flustered.

[afanofmanyships]

@silverblueglitter

There were many truces during Phantom's half-life. One of them was never revealing that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom in front of his parents. Especially in front of the GIW.

Though it was an unspoken rule, so someone was bound to slip up.

Skuller: Stop there Welp and let me take your pelt!

GIW and the Fenton parents look at Skuller: ......

GIW and the Fenton parents slowly look at where Skuller is pointing: ......

Danny was walking home from school alone because Sam and Tucker both got the flu earlier that day: Haha!!

GIW and the Fenton parents slowly raise their weapons: ......

Danny starts to sweat: Looks like I'm homeless now!! *Becomes intangible and sinks to the ground.

GIW and the Fenton parents turn their heads to Skuller: ......

Skuller, scratches the back of his head: Ha ha...

GIW and the Fenton parents aim their weapons at him: ......

Skuller: Oops *runs away*

6 Months Later: Gotham City

Hobo 1 whispers: Is he still there?

Homeless Kid 1 peeks over the corner: Yeah...

Danny in his Phantom form wearing sunglasses, a furry coat, and a sun hat (just in case it rains), eating some grapes, and lying on a beach chair as if he's on vacation and not hiding in an alleyway because he is now considered a dangerous entity: Haa what a glorious sunny day! *It's very cloudy and full of corruption because it is Gotham*

Homeless Kid 1: He's been there for 5 months now.

Hobo 1: Yeah *covers his eyes and looks up* and it's not even sunny.

Hobo 2: I heard that he wandered around Gotham to find the "Perfect Spot".

Danny placed the grapes in a fruit bowl *they were sure that it hadn't been there before* pulled his sunglasses up and looked around suspiciously: Humm (I sense a Goth Mommy/Daddy)

Homeless Kid 1: What's he doing?

Homeless Kid 2 runs up to Kid 1, Hobo 1, and 2: The JL are in that abandoned building across the street.

Homeless Kid 1: They've been there for a week-

Homeless Kid 2: That weird kid we've been stalking has been talking with the Bat and none of them (the JL team) noticed yet.

Homeless Kid 1 and Hobo 1&2: *Stares at each other*

Batmobile: *Vrooommm*

Danny flying right behind the Batmobile: Wait for me Goth Daddy!!

Homeless Kid 1&2 Hobo 1&2: 👁️👄👁️

[seafoamdew]

They belt their heart out to Britney Spears on Karaoke Fridays.

[princessbrunette]

rafe goes literally crazy trying to win deer reader back and stands outside her bedroom singing self righteous by bryson tiller at the top of his voice and she calls the police

[justaz]

will survives the attack on ealdor and arthur spares his life despite believing him to be a sorcerer which wins some points in will’s book and (like merlin) becomes this annoying leech that won’t leave arthur alone. he follows merlin to camelot and arthur tries many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many many times to get rid of him but he just keeps popping up and ends up getting a job as a servant in camelot. and ends up serving either gwaine or lancelot bc he and gwaine are a lot alike or bc lancelot knows about merlins magic and guards that secret with his life. anyways he comes with merlin and the crew on all their little hunting trips and quests and teams up with everyone to be an absolute Menace to arthur. late at night, he’ll take out his lute and strum some chords to a song from ealdor and goads merlin into singing and it becomes a Thing that they perform folk songs from ealdor whenever they’re all out in the woods