#robin giggle™

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Family Heirloom and Starry Night (Discord Drabble) Two prompts in 24hrs, the drabblers are spoiled today. It's Lex's birthday! @thefreakandthehair I'm so sorry that my Frankenstien prompt for your b'day is also Steve Sad Boy™ hours. But it has a light-hearted end!!! 🏈🏈🏈 tw: death of a grandparent (way in the past)

"Why would mom mail this to me?" Steve finally mutters from his position at the kitchen bench.

Eddie shimmies upright on the couch and rubs at his eyes, long glazed over from forcing himself to pretend to pay attention to tonight's game. He'd flipped it over a good half an hour ago as the space he had given Steve started to linger on a little too long for his liking.

He just wasn't supposed to almost fall asleep while waiting for Steve to join and watch his favourite team win all those... points? touchdowns?

It doesn't matter nearly as much as the package that was delivered late in the afternoon – one that has left Steve glued to his kitchen stool.

A heavy but small and thin box with 'FRAGILE' and 'DO NOT BEND' emblazoned all over it, the red warnings leaving just enough space for their address and the return label.

Steve has opened it, Eddie realises, looking over his partner's impossibly hunched shoulders when he reaches him.

"I don't remember ever seeing that in your house, sweetheart," he says, standing close and snaking his arms around Steve's middle.

He frowns at the small framed print of Vincent Van Gough's Starry Night painting and rests his chin on Steve's shoulder.

"Mom hated it," Steve explains, "Refused to hang it anywhere in the house after my Grandpa passed. He left it to her."

Eddie hums in the affirmative.

The gold and gaudy frame doesn't exactly scream Mrs Harrington's taste in decor...

"Should I call her?" Steve rasps, setting the print down to pinch his nose, "What if something's wrong and that's why she is sending it to me?"

Eddie can feel his lip quivering.

"Maybe we should talk first, hmm?" he suggests, giving Steve a reassuring squeeze.

"Or..." Steve continues, his tone becoming bitter, "She's sending it now to make it official. That I'm no longer..."

He cuts himself off with a shaky exhale and looks around their relatively new (but technically very old and rundown) apartment. A quiet little spot in Indy they'd scored without too much searching.

One that they soon filled with their records and clothes, Eddie's amp and guitar and Steve's old trophies. Too many knickknacks they'd thrifted with the help of Robin and a lot of second-hand furniture Wayne found.

An apartment they are still in the process of making their own as they work themselves out together.

Their place in the world. Their home.

Eddie looks over to a patch of blank wall by the phone.

A spot that could use something...

"Do you like it, the painting?" he whispers, pressing a kiss to Steve's ear.

Steve grips the frame, his knuckles quickly turning white as he tenses up. He nods his head vigorously and sniffles.

"My grandpa..."

"Starry, starry night," Eddie sings low, "Paint your palette blue and grey..."

He reaches out to place his hands over Steve's and feels them relax in his touch.

"Look out on a summer's day..." Steve continues wetly, "Yeah..."

He sighs and closes his eyes, shifting his weight back onto Eddie.

"Looks like a pretty good heirloom to me," he says, swaying them just enough to leave Steve humming contentedly without threatening his position on the rickety kitchen stool.

Eddie continues humming the song, a favourite of Wayne's that he only ever passively listened to enough to pick up on the opening line and tune.

"Wanna watch the game with me?" he asks, nodding back to the television as he finishes the song.

Steve giggles, his shoulders gradually shaking them both.

"Baby, I watched that game two Sundays ago."

"But it's your favourite," Eddie argues, jostling their conjoined form, "The Cubs!"

"Eds, that's baseball!"

[moosemink]

Working alone looks different

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽ CH5 - The Two-For-One ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

Pairing: No actual Romance just some mentioned, JayRoy | TimKon | BirdFlash Characters: Batfam | Justice League Word count: 3.680 A/N: Almost done with cross posting this now. Time flies c.c AO3 Masterlist for W.A.L.D.

Shazam, Green Lantern and Flash were chatting comfortably in the common room. They had come back from a mission an hour ago and had decided to skip the debrief and eat dinner together instead. They had grabbed a heap of food from Big Belly Burger on their way back and were now eating, glad that Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman were all off world so nobody would mind them doing as they pleased for now.

Hal was eyeing Flash suspiciously as his fries had yet again depleted faster than they should. It was his second pack of fries but all together he had only eaten barely a handful of the greasy potato goodness. Barry just gave him a confused look that said 'What did I do now?'. Hal just shook his head, ''Stop stealing my fries, man.''

''Sorry Glowstick, it's just so easy.'', Hal jumped up from the couch, startled by Red Robin's amused voice right next to him. Barry and Shazam were in the same boat as they too were unaware of the Bats presence.

''SHIT ! FUCK ! Whyyy do you guys always have do this ??'', Barry whined from the other side of the room, which he had found himself in before he even realized why he had been startled.

The teen vigilante simply laughed at the heroes' grievance and continued working on his priced treasure, his laptop. Sprawled out in a position Hal was sure couldn’t be comfortable for anyone with bones.

''Fuck you.'', Hal plainly stated as Flash sat back down, Shazam let out a surprised laugh that quickly turned into amused giggles as Red Robin simply flipped Hal off in response. Hal scowled at the captain while sitting back down, now aware of the Bat next to him. He leaned forward to grab one of his burgers but was yet again interrupted. By yet another Bat.

The other Red Bat, Red Hood came half crashing into the room as he abruptly slid to a stop from his full sprint. He immediately zeroed in on his brother. His words carried an alarming sense of urgency with them,

''Replacement ! The baby bird got himself kidnapped.''

Hal took in a sharp breath and jumped to his feet, Barry and Shazam following suit. They were all very alarmed by the man's words and very confused by Red Robin's reaction to a baby having been kidnapped. His reaction being basically nonexistent as he kept typing on his computer and just raised one eyebrow as he spoke, ''He'll probably be fine. Why'd you come here, Cass is home right ?''

''He still has a broken leg, Cass is out with a friend and-'' Hood seemed to steel himself for his next words, ''N got wind of it.''

Red Robin froze. He slowly raised his eyes to meet Hood’s, pure terror on his face. Hal felt his blood go cold at seeing a Bat look afraid. ''Who is N ? Is he one of your villains ?'', he found himself asking.

His question earned him a snort from Hood and Red alike. ''He's about to be if we don't stop him.'', Hood seemed to turn his words over in his mind, ''Help him, there is no way we can stop Dickwing. His baby bird ‘s in ''danger'' after all.''

''True that.'', Red said as he jumped over the couch, laptop swiftly disappearing somewhere. He exited the room quickly, returning after just a heartbeat in his suit. Hal realized that this was the first time he had seen the teen in something other than sweat pants and t-shirts. He noted that the air around the teen Bat was just as intense as Batman's usually was before a very serious mission. The energy was mirrored by Hood. Hal and Barry shared a concerned look, ''We'll come too.'', he said with determination.

Determination that quickly died at the twin Batglares™ he received. “We could be useful ?”, Barry hesitantly added, though it was more of a question. Hal could feel the scrutinizing look they received from Red Hood even through the helmet. It lasted for a little longer than comfortable, not that it was comfortable for even a second, then Red Hood turned to look at his brother, then to Hal’s shock the ex crime lord started to chirp. Hal had to do a double take as he couldn’t believe his ears. It was possibly the most terrifying chirping the lantern had ever heard. Red Robin answered with a few bone chilling chirps of his own and Hal realized that they were talking with one another.

An image of Batman being taught bird langue by a small sparrow, though the caped crusader probably preferred ravens or bats.

��Fine.”, Hood drawled after a moment, “You can come with, but and I want you to actually listen to me, don’t do shit unless either one of us tells you to.” The young vigilante’s words left no room for compromises. “If I say jump, you say ?”, Hood asked them in a tone that brought Hal instantly back to his military days.

“How high ?”, Barry tried but just received a scoff from Red Robin.

“You don’t say shit, you move.”, Hood drawled in a warning tone. A shudder ran down Hal’s back. Who ever this N was, they were definitely not to be taken lightly. With a glance to the side Hal knew that Barry was about to faze through the floor with how much he was shaking. He gently placed a grounding hand on the speedster’s shoulder.

“Since that’s out of the way, let’s get moving.“, Red Robin stated with a tone a teen shouldn’t be allowed to use. He took a step forward before turning around with a confused look. “You not coming Captain ?”

Captain Marvel had silently floated to the common room’s exit. Hal hadn’t noticed but the man looked terrified, though he tried to hide it. “I- I don’t wanna get in your way, this seems pretty high stakes and I really should go and sleep and you know, all of us would probably be overkill and-“

“It’s fine cap,” Hood cut of the heroes rambling. Said hero quickly left before the Bat could change his mind. Everyone stood still for a moment as they tried to process Shazam’s unusual reaction. Hal guessed that the man might’ve just used up most of his energy already and didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of the Batbrats. As Hal and Barry followed close behind the Bats towards the Zeta he felt a brooding regret in the back of his mind at choosing to volunteer his help.

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Hal felt very validated in his feelings of regret as the harsh, potentially (read: definitely) acidic rain of Gotham stabbed him with what felt like a million needles. Hal was pretty sure that 1) acid rain shouldn’t actually hurt and 2) Gotham’s acid rain was definitely not something he ever wanted to come in contact with ever again.

With a glance to the side he felt again validated, this time by Barry’s pained expression and narrowed eyes. The speedster was suffering just as much as he was. The two Bats though seemed completely unaffected. Hal yet again realized that Gothamites were a different breed of human. They just had to be.

He would’ve chalked it up to them being Bats but the few people that were outside, that Hal spotted as they ran across rooftops, were just as unbothered. Most of them weren’t even carrying an umbrella and had at most a hat or hood to ward off the rain. Hal shook his head in disbelief, he then almost got a bit too up close and personal with the floor as the two Reds came to an abrupt stop at the ledge of a warehouse’s rooftop.

Hal and Barry shared a glance before approaching the ledge as well. Hal then followed the gaze of the two young vigilantes and landed on a silhouette, crouching on the ledge of a rooftop a few roofs away. He held his breath as Hood motioned for the person to come over.

Said person stood up and just stared at them for a moment, Hal felt a shiver run down his spine and the urge to flee as if he was a pray animal that had been cornered. Red Robin just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as the Person did an elaborate flip of the ledge and promptly disappeared.

With a screech from Barry they then reappeared behind them. Hal briefly wondered if he had ever heard of a hero or villain with the ability to teleport but his thoughts were cut short as Hood spoke, “Dickwing, you know why we’re here.”

Dickwing- or whatever his actual name was because Hal really hoped that it wasn’t that, answered Hood with a tone that could cut diamonds, “I know why you came, but why are they here ?” With the last words the man, clad from his neck down in black only interrupted by a blue bird insignia, gestured towards Hal and Barry. His gaze felt cold even through the dark blue domino mask he was wearing. This skill coupled with the black hair and air of familiarity between the Bats and the newcomer made something click in Hal’s mind. “No…”, he muttered under his breath and instantly all eyes were on him.

“No, what ?”, Hood drawled.

It then seemed to clicked for Barry too as he answered for Hal, “You’re one too.” Barry shook his head in disbelief.

“I’m a what ?”, asked the man in question, his tone unamused.

“Another Bat.”, Hal simply stated. A heartbeat and then both Red Robin and Red Hood barked in laughter. The newest discovered Bat, tried to keep his stoic expression but he too started to laugh at Hal’s and Barry’s incredulous expressions.

“I’m indeed another Bat. Name is Nightwing, but you should know that.” Nightwing paused before turning to the other two Bats, “Unless… he didn’t tell them, did he ?” His voice was icy and disappointed.

“Nope, we’ve been having fun just turning up out of nowhere and introducing ourselves that way. It’s been a wild few weeks.”, Red Robin explained while grinning a shit eating grin.

“B can be glad that I’ve been busy with the Titans the past few weeks then.” That statement made Hal pause. He knew about the Titans. But he had never heard of a Nightwing being part of them. And he said just that out loud without meaning too.

“A member? Honey I founded the Titans. I’m their Batman, though I’m much better than B. Way less emotionally constipated.”, Nightwing grinned cockily as he swung an arm around Hal’s shoulder.

“Now to much more important matters ! If we wait any second longer I promise you guys I will give in to my true nature and I’d rather not explain to Gordon why half of Gotham’s underworld has spontaneously cancelled their subscription to life.”, Nightwing might’ve smiled while saying those words and one could’ve mistaken his words as a joke but it was clear to Hal that he was completely serious by the way Hood and Red Robin quickly shifted to be combat ready. Hal decided that it would be best to put any questions on hold and with a look to Barry his friend seemed to agree.

There was no signal, or maybe the lantern just missed it, the three Bats just promptly dove of the roof together and with three quiet thwips, Hal recognized as grappling guns, swung towards a set destination. Barry and Hal scrambled to follow them and just barely made it in time to see the start of the fight. Or more like the non lethal carnage that the Bats left behind as they moved through the Warehouse. They had simply exploded right through the front doors.

The two non-Gotham heroes could only knock out a handful of leftover goons that had been lucky enough to escape the Bats and the few that had surrendered. Hal mused if health insurance was part of the standard Gotham-Goon-Contract as he watched the gruesome beat down happening before him. He watched as the Bats seamlessly danced around one another as they gifted bruises and broken bones to the way too brave goons. He watched as Red Robin and Nightwing seamlessly switched weapons, the bo-staff turning into escrima sticks and the sticks turning into a staff. They vaulted over one another and one could think they could actually fly. Hal was captivated by the ease with which Hood fired his guns (with rubber bullets of course) hitting knee caps and head shots with scary precision even without looking, all while avoiding landing any friendly fire.

Hal stood there stunned with Barry. Batman was already a force to be reckoned with but Hal was sure that if the Batlings wanted too they could easily take down any of the leaguers. They were, in simple words, absolutely terrifying. Especially the way they had existed for years even outside of Gotham with no one in the league knowing, besides the dark knight of course. Hal remembers Signal’s words, if he wasn’t Batman’s friend he wouldn’t know about any of them, Hal was glad to be in the know now. He was even more glad that they were on his side and not his enemies. He was not confident he could win. Not when their together, not with the way they fight as if they’re one. And Hal was sure they weren’t even giving 100% as the goons didn’t seem to belong to any of their big rogues.

Hal watched one body hit the floor after another in the brutal but non-lethal massacre. He couldn’t look away.

And then Hal saw him. A child. Tied to a chair with an expression that couldn’t be more annoyed and bored. Then their eyes met and Hal felt his heart skip a beat. 1) He was pretty sure the child was plotting his murder right then and there and 2) Hood’s words rung through his head ‘baby bird’, that must be said ‘baby’ bird. The kid was dressed in a bright suit, reminiscent of a traffic light, eyes covered by the expected domino mask, this time in dark green and the usual black hair. Hal was stunned, that child was maybe 10, 12 at best. How did they allow such a small human to run around in Gotham of all places. A child with a broken leg no less. Made very clear by the , of course, black cast around the kid’s limb. The lantern wondered how Batman could allow such a thing to happen but his thoughts promptly stopped as he felt the Batglare™ x 4 on him.

He had never felt more in danger as in that moment, he was infinitely glad that they dropped it shortly in favor of untying the child. Or rather, Hal corrected himself, in favor of stopping the kid from killing Hal. True to what Hal expected from even a baby bat, he had already freed himself. Red Robin had a stern hand on the small boys shoulder and Nightwing had wrapped his whole body around the child's small frame in an octopus hug.

“Tsk, Why are they here ?” The traffic-light-child hissed and Hal found himself asking the same question, in the end they hadn’t been needed at all.

“Honestly,” Red Robin said while keeping his hand firmly on the scowling kid's shoulder, “Thought it might be a good opportunity to introduce the rest of the family, at least the rest of us youngsters.”

“Did you call agent A old just now ?” Nightwing asked incredulously, while unwrapping himself from the child to clutch his pearls in mock shock.

The teen raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that said ‘Am I wrong ?’. “Agent A is immortal.”, Nightwing answered and Hal believed him despite the mischievous grin on the vigilante’s face.

Flash hesitantly joined the talk with a question that had been on Hal's mind as well, “Say, why were you this worried ?” Barry asked towards Red Robin and Red Hood, “I mean these guys seemed hardly like anything to be worried about.”, a certain tension spread over the room.

“Let’s just say I don’t like my baby brothers being kidnapped. The last time didn't end well for all parties involved.”, Nightwing’s voice was tight as he answered, the previous grin completely gone.

“I got better in the end, didn’t I ?”, Hood drawled while throwing his arm over Nightwing’s shoulder. A seriously worrisome statement that had Hal furrow his brow. His brow also furrowed for another reason though. But before he could voice the question on his lips, the Gothamites before him continued to bicker with one another.

Nightwing scoffed before elbowing his brother in the stomach, “And got way too tall and wide, you fridge. You used to be so small and cute.” Nightwing mused while raising his hand to his chest to indicate the height.

“Huh, so 15 year old Red Hood was taller than Red Robin ?”, the child chimed in and Hal couldn’t tell if he was just asking to confirm his thought or to poke fun at his brother.

“What did I ever do to you Robin ?!” Said brother exclaimed, offended by being called small.

“You ate my honeyed dates and I’m just stating facts. Another fact is that I expect to be taller than you by next year.”, Robin said, though this time Hal was sure he was teasing RR, based on the barely noticeably raised corners of his mouth. Hal was glad he had gotten used to reading some of Batman’s facial expressions, as rare as they were. Especially as this Batling was just a miniature Batman and had the exact same 'smile'.

Red Robin sputtered at his brother's teasing while Hood, in his duty as older brother, gleefully added salt to the wound, “That means you’ll be the smallest, even BB is taller than you.”

“Only by like, a centimeter!”, The teen exclaimed and threw his hands up in exasperation, a scowl evident on his face.

“Still counts.” Barry muttered and earned himself a Bo-staff straight to the shin. The speedster keeled over in pain and Hal couldn't stop the bark of laughter that escaped him.

Though he finally saw a chance to ask the question that had been on his mind since a minute ago, ''Wait a minute, who is the eldest of you Batlings ?''

''Who do you think it is ?'', Red Robin asked, his head tilted in question and anticipated amusement.

Hal hesitated and shared a glance with Barry who was now sitting on the floor, still rubbing his shin in pain. ''Red Hood.'' He answered after raising his eyes again, while worrying his lip between his teeth.

As soon as the words left his mouth Nightwing gasped loudly in played offense. ''Little Wing ?! The oldest ?!'' The vigilante shook his head in mock disappointment, ''I should've introduced myself first. I'm a good few years older then Hoodie here.''

The nickname promptly earned him a tackle from his 'kid' brother, and wow Hal couldn't believe that at all, the two scuffled for a few moments until Nightwing had his brother pinned down with an air around him only an older sibling could hold.

There was a break in conversation as Barry cleared his throat and brought everyone’s attention to himself, “So,” he drawled, stretching the word out, “I do have to ask if one of you has an idea why Shazam was so scared at the thought of coming along.”

“Shazam ?” Robin asked, his head tilted in a way that Hal had to admit almost looked adorable if he wasn’t looking at a brightly colored, miniature Batman.

“Yeah, Captain Marvel. Tall guy, like 6”2, bright red spandex suit, with a yellow lightning bolt on it, though not as cool as mine. Also doesn’t wear a mask, like Supes.”, Barry supplied, placing his hands on his hips at the self praise.

“Don’t toot your own horn too loud, one minute wonder.” Hood drawled in an amused tone. The speedster scowled at him and opened his mouth, probably to retaliate, when Robin spoke up,

“I have met him before I believe, he was in Gotham so I enforced father’s rule. I made sure he would not return.”, the mini Batman stated matter-of-factly, while proudly brandishing his- holy shit the child had a fucking Katana ! Hal really needed to talk to Spooky.

“I expected more from him but he ran with his tail between his legs before I even got serious, tsk.”, Children should not be allowed to be this terrifying Hal concluded, that and he really needs to go home, right about now. He had enough moments of terror for a full year in a couple of hours.

“By the way, why were you out tonight Rob ? B benched you last I checked. You know because of the leg.” Red Robin drawled while loosely gesturing at the cast on Robin’s leg. ‘Good to know Spooky doesn’t support this.’ Hal thought to himself.

“I was just went out to feed the strays. I have promised them food and I shall uphold my promises. Even if I’m apparently on bed rest, tsk.” Robin spat the last words at his cast as if he was personally offended that he wasn’t invulnerable. He probably was if Hal was being honest. He seemed like the type. ''This plaster shackle shall not be the reason one of the strays go hungry. I still do not think I need to wear-''

Robin had certainly wanted to keep talking but Nightwing smoothly stopped him from ranting about his self bestowed responsibilities by picking the boy up and disappearing via smoke bomb, along with all his brothers. Hal shared a look with Barry and they made their way home.

Really ‘like father like son.’ was a phrase that fit all of the Batchildren, maybe a little too well sometimes.

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[notfeelingthyaster]

btw, i still cannot take seriously any name with man in it, that's a teenager (leave any other suggestions in the comments or the tags)

[iwantjellyfsh]

Crossover Fics I would die happy if were created.

TGCF x DC Universe - Mu Qing gets into DC universe somehow and becomes either becomes a League of Assassins' servant (Damian's personal one) or Alfred adopts him. Either way exploring what Mu Qing feels being a servant to the wealthy again. Or in the Damian one, Mu Qing comes to Gotham with Damian because like hell is he letting this literal child go alone (he's getting Hong Honger flashbacks). And the batfamily just wonders why tf Damian is so not a little demon brat to Mu Qing. (there has to be some symbolism with blue, like if he wears it bc that's what he wore during the Xian Le servant era)

DC Universe x Class of 09 - Kind of like a Magic & Mystery situation with Tim Drake infuriating the school. It could be a trafficking ring because of how many p3doph!les there are or smt. Either Tim interacting with the absolute insanity that is (I think the game location is georgetown?) highschool. Or him coming back messed up to bits like "Miss. I'm a sociopath" is coming back with a bang. The ending with prison maybe Timcole can see Joker? And manipulate him? Either joins the rouges or manipulates them.

MDZS x DC Universe - Lan Wangji as Damian Wayne makes so much sense to me. Emotionless, rule following, animal lovers. Would Lan Zhan find comfort in the LOA? Following their rules and training? It's just really interesting... does he find Wei Wuxian (ship of choice)? Lan Xichen (definitely Dick Greyson)?

TGCF x DC Universe - Hua Cheng / Tim going crazy trying to find Xie Lian. Becomes a rouge and breaks into bat cave cutely. Batfamily or the Sirens start finding the little stalker cute. Maybe Xie Lian just doesn't exist in this world and Ra's tries to grab the little psycho. Maybe he becomes batman when Bruce get's lost in the time stream?

Black Butler x DC Universe - Ciel Phantomhive as Bruce Wayne. Sebastian Michaels as Alfred Pennyworth... Unlocked after Bruces parents die? Alfred always knew????

Angels of Death x DC Universe - I want Rachel at the ending to attempt self delete but she like fails (Zack is still gone (maybe)) and decides to run away to the states. I want Rachel to attempt to be like Zach and for Jason to find her. Like he's doing his shtik at the LOA and he find Tichel either getting hurt or murdering someone. Or Tichel is still Red Robin somehow but they imprint on each other when Jason goes to kill them. I want family feels luving !!!

Bungo Stray Dog's x DC Universe - Rampo dies super sad but BUT he comes back as Damian Wayne and can you imagine this 26 year old man who's never run a mile in his life do assasin training? LOA doesn't give good vibes and Ramian makes that everyones problem. Also he completely shows up Tim Drake and Bruce Wayne "Smartest Detective Duo" This is his PRIDE on the line ppl! Does he do vigilante things or sneak in the background because violence is boring snacks are life?

Genshin Impact x JJK - Imagine Kaebedo as Satosugu. Does Albedo take the Gojo Clans whole thing laying down? Imagine calm Gojo I think canon would combust. Kaeya stays mostly the same in my opinion...

Danny Phantom x Class of 09 - Nicole dies then just decides to sonder off to the most haunted place ever™. She could become Danni (clone) somehow or be Phantom... Ghost King Nicole is my Roman Empire she'd burn the place to the ground.

TGCF x Naruto - Can go Kakashi as Xie Lian or Xie Lian as Kakashi, either way is about to come more traumatized than anyone barganed for. Obito / Hua Cheng can come too because the obsessiveness. Make Hua Cheng / Obito a little more crazy and he wants infinate Tsukoyomi so Xie Lian / Kakashi will quit being traumatized !!! Codependency is key and they could both join Akatsuki for shits and giggles.

Demon Slayer x Angels of Death - Muichiro with Rachel Gardener personality is curious... how much would be different?

[reiningsoral]

i loooooove how fucking scary Damian robin is. like. ok i know that all the robins are scary in their own way (imagine hearing a child giggling at night, where a child should most definitely not be, while youre trying to Commit A Crime™. my fucking god i would die on the spot). but i think damian is so scary cause he just kinda. Doesnt Care. mf carries a sword with him, shrouds his face with a hood, and will Look at you like he's planning to murder you (he is.)

just. help??? damian i love you damian.

damian: *narrows eyes* i smell fear on you *unsheathes sword*

gotham villain: hm. i dont like this one, actually.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Forty Eight: Bath Bonds and Boobie Crimes

You were not having a good fur day.

You were still sticky from Luffy’s attempted grooming, your tail had bent in three weird directions during dinner, and after the Sanji Nip Incident™, Nami had declared—firmly, loudly, and with zero room for negotiation:

“You are not allowed to bathe yourself anymore.”

You had been weaponizing your own dirtiness. You had been causing chaos via wet fur and feral charm. And worst of all, you were not even slightly sorry about it.

So here you were.

Dragged back into the bath like a dirty toddler, arms crossed and ears flat, while Nami rolled up her sleeves and filled the tub with fragrant bubbles and mild judgment.

"You’ve been feral lately," she said, pouring some fancy floral soap into the water.

“I’m cute,” you offered.

“You’re a menace.”

You slid dramatically into the tub, sighing loudly like a dying starlet. “Tell that to all my fans.”

Nami knelt beside the tub and began scrubbing behind your ears with expert, ruthless precision. "Your fans are traumatized. Zoro's twitching. Sanji might actually combust. And Luffy thinks this is some kind of bonding ritual."

"It is,” you said proudly. “In my culture."

She dunked your head.

You came up spluttering.

“You are emotionally unstable,” she said sweetly.

“You’re jealous of my power,” you grinned, water dripping down your fur.

She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “You’re like a really cute, really gross emotional support animal.”

You preened.

And then, as she moved to scrub your arms, you paused.

Looked up at her.

“…Nami?”

She blinked. “Yeah?”

Your voice was softer now. Honest. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

She looked surprised for just a second. Then her face softened. “Of course, dummy. That’s what crewmates do.”

You leaned into her hand when she rinsed your cheek. “I know I’m a lot.”

“You are. A lot of ‘a lot.’ But you’re ours.”

You grinned.

Tail wiggled.

“…Can I grope you in return?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Then you grabbed her boobies anyway.

“HEY—”

You cackled, tail whipping out of the tub like a triumphant flag.

“It’s part of my grooming ritual!”

“IT IS NOT!”

She shoved your head underwater and held it there with a hand over your face as you flailed and giggled like a gremlin drowning in your own victory.

“You are THE WORST.”

You surfaced with a gasp and an evil sparkle in your eye.

“But the cleanest.”

Later, she helped towel you dry while muttering threats about “next time I’ll use the hose,” but she was smiling.

You leaned into her chest, warm and fresh and obnoxiously fluffy.

“...Love you, boobies.”

“I swear to god.”

--

The day started normally.

Which, for the Sunny, meant chaos, yelling, and at least one airborne snack.

You were dozing peacefully on the deck, tail curled around your legs, soaking in the sun like a cat-powered solar panel.

Nearby, Luffy and Usopp were having an extremely high-stakes battle involving a rubber band, a slingshot, and a mysterious bouncy fruit neither of them could identify.

Zoro had already moved to the other side of the ship with a “Nope.”

Chopper had asked twice if it was medically safe.

Robin placed a bet on someone losing an eye.

You, however, had simply curled up in your favorite patch of sunshine and mumbled, “Just don’t hit me.”

And then—they hit you.

The bouncy fruit, rubber-launched by Luffy and ricocheted by Usopp, smacked you squarely in the forehead with a loud, comedic “DOINK!”**

You blinked.

Swayed.

And then collapsed like a sack of flour.

Cue panic.

“OH NO OH NO OH NO—” “GET CHOPPER—” “WHY IS SHE TWITCHING—” “I TOLD YOU THE FRUIT WAS WEIRD—” “YOU SAID IT WAS A SNACK—”

You groaned. Sat up slowly. Blinked around at the crew who had now fully circled you, faces tense and wide-eyed.

Your ears twitched.

“…Who are you?”

The air dropped.

Chopper gasped.

Nami’s jaw fell open.

Sanji dropped his cigarette.

Zoro just said, “Oh no.”

You tilted your head. Tail flicking lazily.

Then you sniffed.

“Where am I? Why do you all smell like food and aggression?”

Robin stepped forward slowly. “...Do you know your name?”

You licked your paw and said, “Don’t care.”

Feral Mode: Activated.

Within the hour, it was painfully clear:

You didn’t remember any of them.

You didn’t even remember being part of the crew. No loyalty. No affection. Just suspicion and twitchy energy.

You were skittish. Clingy to corners. Crawling along the rafters. You stole six things within the first hour—including Nami’s shoe, Sanji’s apron, Zoro’s sword (again), and Luffy’s entire lunch.

When Sanji tried to get you to sit down for a meal, you hissed, perched on the countertop like a feral demon raccoon.

“Back off, noodle boy!”

“...Noodle—what?”

Luffy was devastated.

“She doesn’t know me,” he whispered to Chopper, clutching a straw hat like it was a lifeline.

Zoro was mostly annoyed. “She’s somehow more wild now.”

Chopper confirmed you were physically fine. “But... her memories? They’re just not connecting. It's like she's reverted to who she was before she joined us.”

Robin nodded thoughtfully. “We’re seeing the version of her that survived. Not the one that got soft with love.”

You, meanwhile, were on the mast, building a small hoard of shiny objects, scraps of jerky, and a spoon you’d started calling “Greg.”

Nami sighed, watching you skitter across the ceiling beams.

“…She’s really lost.”

Sanji looked up at you. At the way you flinched when they got too close. The way your ears twitched at every sound.

“She’s not gone,” he said quietly. “We just have to bring her back.”

Zoro folded his arms. “The hard part’s gonna be stopping her from biting us in the meantime.”

Luffy stood tall.

“I’ll let her bite me every day if that’s what it takes.”

And so began Operation: Re-Domesticate the Gremlin.

By day two of The Bonk Incident™, it had become apparent that your memories had not returned. But something had shifted.

You were still feral—but less "bite someone’s finger off" and more “suspicious sewer gremlin.”

Progress.

Unfortunately, along with your suspicious calm came a new horror:

You had decided that clothes were optional. Very optional.

You walked out onto the deck wearing nothing but your own fur, a single belt (???), and Sanji’s scarf tied around your waist like a ceremonial sash.

The crew paused.

Sanji nearly fainted. Zoro turned around so fast he cricked his neck. Chopper covered his eyes. Nami screamed. Usopp screamed louder. Robin sipped her tea. “Bold.”

“WEARING CLOTHES IS NORMAL,” Nami shouted, chasing you with a shirt.

You dodged like a gremlin, tail flicking, eyes narrowed in primal judgment.

“I don’t trust your fabric cages,” you muttered, perching on the railing like a judgmental forest cryptid.

Robin wrote that down.

Luffy, bright and unbothered, clapped his hands.

“Okay! New plan!”

Usopp groaned. “Please tell me this one doesn’t involve another projectile.”

“No,” Luffy beamed. “It involves ACTING.”

Zoro squinted. “...Acting?”

Luffy threw his arms in the air. “Reenactments! If we do stuff she remembers, maybe her brain will reboot!”

Sanji paled. “We’re gonna theater her back to normal?!”

“Yes!” Luffy cried. “I’ll go first!”

Reenactment #1: “The First Fish” Luffy jumped in front of you with a fishing rod, reenacting the time he’d lowered you into the water like bait.

You watched, unimpressed.

He screamed “FISHY FRIENDS!” and launched the hook dramatically.

It hit Usopp in the back of the head.

You hissed.

Reenactment #2: “The Gold Heist” Nami dressed in stolen merchant clothes. Usopp pretended to be a bank vault. Chopper tried to be a horse.

Sanji offered you a paper crown.

You bit it.

Reenactment #3: “The Great Grooming Debacle” Sanji approached with a towel and a comb, trembling.

You stared at him, then slowly held out your tail.

The crew gasped.

Sanji gently started brushing.

You purred.

Progress was made.

And then you licked his cheek and nipped his jaw.

He dropped the brush and fled.

Zoro’s attempt was simple: he walked up, offered you his sake, and said, “You used to drink this.”

You sniffed it.

Drank it.

Spat it back into the cup.

Then hissed.

“…Fair,” he muttered.

By sundown, you were curled on the figurehead, tail wrapped around your body, watching them with narrowed but slightly less feral eyes.

“...They’re dumb,” you muttered to no one.

Robin walked by and paused beside you. “But you’re still watching them.”

You flicked your ear.

“...Maybe.”

-

By day three, it was official:

You were back to your roots. Feral. Unbothered. Unclothed (mostly). And very, very sticky-fingered.

If the crew had thought you were chaotic before your memory loss, they were now getting a front-row seat to the raw, undiluted gremlin prototype that had existed before you ever met them.

And this version?

This version had no sense of teamwork. No shame. And no moral compass.

Just a tail, claws, and a gleam in your eye.

You started early.

Sanji woke up and couldn’t find his left shoe.

Robin found her entire chair missing from the library.

Zoro discovered you’d somehow stolen one of his swords in your sleep. It was under your arm like a teddy bear.

Usopp’s goggles were missing. So was Chopper’s stethoscope. So was Franky’s wrench. And Luffy’s hat—wait.

“SHE STOLE MY HAT?!” Luffy screamed, running across the deck barefoot.

You stood on top of the mast, hat on your head, eating jerky, and staring at him like a cryptid raccoon princess.

“I look better in it,” you called down.

Zoro barked, “Give it back, gremlin!”

You ducked into the crow’s nest.

By lunch, your hoard was growing.

One sword (Zoro’s)

Three spoons (Sanji’s)

A pile of snacks (mostly Luffy’s)

Two gold rings (Nami’s—big mistake)

A candle (Robin’s, now bent)

A pair of goggles (Usopp’s, now worn around your neck)

One sock (???)

You hissed when anyone got close.

You bit when Chopper tried to check your vitals.

You spoke in riddles and sarcasm. Climbed across beams. Left paw prints on the ceiling. Wore Luffy’s hat sideways.

“I don’t know whether to be impressed or horrified,” Sanji muttered, watching you curl protectively around your pile of stolen goods like a gremlin dragon.

“She’s regressed to her pre-civilized form,” Robin said, flipping a page.

“She didn’t even steal useful stuff!” Usopp yelled. “She took a sock! One sock! From a pair of two!”

“That’s a dominance play,” Nami deadpanned, arms crossed.

Zoro just grunted. “She’s mocking us.”

And you were. Oh, you were.

You didn’t remember the bonds. Didn’t remember the warmth. Didn’t remember their love.

But some strange instinct kept you close.

Still on the ship. Still orbiting them.

Like a cat who doesn’t know it’s home, but keeps returning to the porch anyway.

That night, the crew sat around the table with one collective sigh.

Outside, you perched in the rigging like a gargoyle with a glint in your eye and crumbs on your face.

“...Do we let her keep the sword?” Sanji asked.

“No,” Zoro growled.

“She’s using it as a body pillow,” Robin added.

“I will end her,” Zoro muttered, rubbing his temple.

But even now, somewhere deep down…

You caught yourself glancing at them sometimes. Ears twitching when you heard them laugh. Tail curling when Luffy shouted your name, even if you didn’t answer.

Something inside you remembered how it felt.

Not the moments. But the warmth.

[ridestomars]

literally can't stop thinking about michael kelso!steve, the ultimate himbo™. it's so easy to picture him mopping around family video because of his failed attempts to flirt with hawkins' babes, and when robin asks him what's wrong, he answers, "i know i keep things bottled up, but inside this cool exterior, there's a really sad human being"; and he does so with the saddest puppy eyes ever.

when nancy broke up with him, even before he thought of going to the wheeler's with a bouquet of red roses, he was already thinking of writing her a song, though he only knows about three chords on the guitar... and he doesn't know how to write songs at all. "nancy", aggressive guitar strum, "give me a chancey", pluck, "you know that we...", another strum, "uh- can be?".

he's peak kelso when he is extremely high. "breaking news: i'm toasted!", he giggles as the joint keeps passing through the circle's hands. and trust me when i say, he will always go on lengthy rants about the most random things, like, "one day, i'm gonna open a restaurant, and everything on the menu is gonna be special. so, when somebody comes in and says, 'hey, steve, what's the special?', i can say, 'everything'!", and he'd be laughing all by himself while everyone else ignores him.

[misfitsandmusings]

For Mun Reference // Verse Stuff.

This is pretty much only relevant to me and Bunny at this point but mandatory note that any threads or pinterests boards may (and probably do) contain a lot of graphic/nsfw material.

Heartverse Timeline:

First meeting ages 11/5.

Grand Line meeting: 1 year post-Marineford (late July, ages 25/20). Two nights on island. [Thread: Main]

[Thread: Chores]

[Thread: "Let's get you to bed." - Oops, tattoos, epiphanies. COMPLETE.]

Oct. 6 important announcement [Thread: Law's bday.]

[Thread: "Do you want to know what your problem is?" Ikkaku.]

Six months or so in, parent fears, worst case scenario game, and Nami finally gets into the Polar Tang's vault. [Thread: "I let you sleep."]

Nov-Dec: Rocky Port, heading east.

[Thread: Scary Mom.]

Sometime before April: marriage.

April 12: Cora-chan. ♡

July 3: Outings & baby giggles. [Thread: Nami's bday.]

October: Cora-chan 6 months old, heading back to the Grand Line.

[Thread: Jealousy]?

[Thread: Beach Day]?

Punk Hazard, Dressrosa, Zou.

[Thread: Stubborn/Injury.]

WCI, Wano, BB.

When the Great Pirate Era ends, they go back to Cocoyashi to pick up their kid and continue traveling to fulfill Nami's dream.

Heartverse Random Notes:

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Law and Nami have each other's vivre cards but "aren't allowed" to sit around staring at them. After she leaves to become a Straw Hat, Nami gives Law's to Robin; Law supposedly gives Nami's to Bepo.

Because they set out with the intention of staying together, they have exactly one photo of them + bb Cora. Starting on Dressrosa the pic gets bounced back and forth between parents. (Nami has it while Law's on Dressrosa, Law gets it when she goes off to WCI, Nami gets it back in Wano, Law has it afterwards.)

Law knows Nami can take care of herself but might or might not make sure Zoro receives a consistent stream of booze as a bribe/added precaution.

Nami Drabbles: First pregnancy suspicions ||

Law Drabbles: Nami's first night on the Polar Tang || pregnancy announcement introspection, ???

Kids: Three, eventually. Cora, who's her father's lookalike minus the button nose and big smiles. She is every bit as sneaky and stubborn as both of them. Law's medical knowledge and deadpan snark, Nami's ability to pick pockets. May or may not have been conceived in the middle of a jewelry store heist on the first night Law and Nami met up in the Grand Line (oops.) Atlas (march 6th) is much the same in appearance and mannerisms, but serves as something of a tactful middle-man between his two very different sisters. The "planned" child years after the events of the Great Pirate Era come to an end and they decide they want a second - takes month of trying to conceive. Umi is Nami's little lookalike minus the golden eyes, but she's softspoken and timid in ways neither parent understands. Has Nami's innate ability to read and understand weather phenomena - the two of them often leave Law, Cora, and Atlas looking on the sidelines like "what are they talking about?" Not quite Irish twins with Atlas, but a definitely unplanned conception shortly after his birth. Cora and Atlas are Little Shits™ who think they can get away with things, but A ) Law and Nami have done it all and nothing gets past them + B ) Umi can't tell a lie and all either of them have to do is ask if her siblings did something to get her to crack.

Tangerine Twists Random Notes:

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Threads: Main

Nami stays a marine. They get progressively less subtle with their relationship as time goes on despite Nami's rising in the ranks. Post-Wano they don't even bother trying to keep it a secret.

Godverse Random Notes:

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Threads: Main

Kids: Tama (adopted). Atlas and Umi follow exist in Godverse as well with the same features/personalities as in Heartverse.

Mikan Meadows Random Notes:

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Threads: Main

Timeline: First meeting end of summer/early fall as the temperatures start to change. He comes around frequently while waiting for a lost soul to make its peace and then they fall into a pattern of regularly scheduled meetings (weekly? monthly?) By winter these move from outdoor locations (beach, graveyard, etc.) to a cabin in the woods.

New Year celebration/dance.

Panic, guilt, backpedaling, angst.

Spring wedding.

[thiccpersonality]

Baby Bird Protection Squad, Go!

It's been a grueling day with Batman...to be honest, the League don't even know why the man is so snippy today. The Flash (Wally West) says it's because his eldest child got turned into a child again, so his mama bear instincts are going wild at anyone perceived as a threat. Wonder Woman herself agreed with Wally's statement to an extent, she thinks it's just nerves at seeing his eldest so young again and not because he's fearful...at least she hopes not.

Anyway, it's been a very tiring day with the Bat. Especially since he's been demanding everyone train extra hard now that his child is a literal child, when Hal tried asking why they needed to, he got THE GLARE™ sent his way.

Now Batman has most-if not all-of the Justice League on a private training field, the Bat standing above them on top of a building like a creep watchful god of some sort (The Flash: "probably a god of death.) Batman's eyes narrow disapprovingly at some of the younger Leaguers falling to their knees with a loud groan, Wally being one of them, the ginger avoiding eye contact with Batman despite feeling THE GLARE™ being singed into the back of his head. "Flash..."

Wally groans whines loudly at the disappointment dripping in Bruce's tone, the only thing managing to keep him upright is the infectiously happy giggles coming from Richard.

"What!? You have had me running for who knows how many hours now? My metabolism is quick, I need food and water." Wally freezes when looking up at the Bat, a chill running down his spine at the man's lips pulling further into a frown at his comment. "I saw you sneaking in snacks while training. You are plenty fed and hydrated, don't think I don't know when you quickly zip off to get more food or water." Curse the man for always knowing-wait, a distraction...maybe if Wally finds a distraction then things might work out in his favor. Flash scans the different group of heroes and makes a loud noise at noticing Clark and Diana not really participating.

The young man points at the older two frantically, "Look! Look at them, Batman! Those two aren't training! Why aren't you getting on their backs for it? They are just watching us fail miserably."

Batman stares down at his two friends for a brief moment, glare still on his face and frown on his lips despite the small child climbing on top of him like a jungle gym. "How mature of you-" he responds in a deadpan tone-"Pinning blame on not just one, but two, of your senior heroes. All because you don't want to take accountability for your laziness."

The Flash stutters, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water at being called lazy. He isn't lazy! Who even trains this much anyway? Before Wally can defend himself, Richard peeks over Batman's leg to look down at him, his small gloved hand tugging at Bruce's cape. "What's wrong with him? Isn't he a superhero? Why is he so tired? Isn't he a professional? Who ever heard of a lazy hero? Why does he eat so much? I'm hungry, B...can I have some food?" Wally blinks in bafflement under his mask, his own mind trying to process what the child just said. For a moment, the young hero is almost afraid Bruce is going to turn his frustration onto the adorable little boy, but he is pleasantly surprised and shocked to see THE Batman smile slightly before looking down at Richard.

The man reaches into one of his belt compartments to pull out a packet of Cheez-Its and Goldfish, holding the snacks out to the small boy as if it's an offering to pacify a deity.

"Which one, Chum?" Richard blinks up at the snacks, his eyebrows pinching together in thought while his cute little nose scrunches up. "How 'bout both? Pleeeease?" At this point, most of the League has stopped their training to watch the wholesome scene, some heroes trying to hold back their squeals and others not believing the scene playing out before them.

Batman sighs and is about to explain to Robin about how he can't have both, but the wide eyed stare the boy is giving him breaks down any refusal he was going to give. With a fond sigh, Bruce opens up the two bags before handing them over to Richard and patting his fluffy head lovingly. "Make sure to chew your food, okay? It's not going anywhere." Batman reaches to pick up his megaphone again, the man staying in a squat this time around, someone in the crowd of heroes loudly cooing at Robin situating himself in-between Bruce's legs to poke his head out of the hole his arm and leg create. All while happily munching away on his snacks as Bruce turns to glare harshly at the League again, the megaphone screeching loudly as he yells.

"Get back to training! I'm not paying you to laze around and play nice with each other! As long as my son is this small, he WILL be getting the best protection from all of you!" Batman sends one last scolding glare Wally's way, "And I mean ALL of you!"

The Flash groans and takes his position, his eyebrows pinching together in intense thought before he confusedly asks Hal-

"We get paid?"

(This is what popped into my head seeing this photo. I know Batman isn't holding a megaphone in the picture 😂, but he looks like he's screaming angrily at someone. If anyone stops by to read this silly thought that popped into my head, you are much appreciated!

Please remember to stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

lil dickie got bored on a stakeout :/

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

❤️ What are Likes to you? Do they make your day, give you a sensible chuckle? Do different posts liked feel different? What do you mean when you give a like?

💌 What do asks mean to you? Your inbox right now? Is there anything you want more or less of?

🧸 What's a nice, familiar part of your dash? Blog?

✧ ━━ 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

❤️ WHAT ARE LIKES TO YOU? DO THEY MAKE YOUR DAY, GIVE YOU A SENSIBLE CHUCKLE? DO DIFFERENT POSTS LIKED FEEL DIFFERENT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHEN YOU GIVE A LIKE? ━━ Oh my, I love just about all of the interactions I get for my blog, and likes are in there! I smile when I see them, just knowing someone is enjoying what I'm placing on dash is a huge motivator for me. I know I always am like "I make art for me!" but I've found with my formed friendships and the joy shown to my work ... Well, I have come to the conclusion that I love entertaining you all with my work ʱªʱªʱª(ᕑᗢूᓫ∗) As for certain posts being liked over others ... ? Not really! They both elicit the same happy response from my brain. Again, it lets me know that ( regardless of if its ic writing or ooc ) that we're interacting and enjoying eachother's company!

💌 WHAT DO ASKS MEAN TO YOU? YOUR INBOX RIGHT NOW? IS THERE ANYTHING YOU WANT MORE OR LESS OF? ━━ Oh I love asks! Like I said, we're all keeping eachother company and hanging out together, and asks to me are just little conversations. With ic ones that exchange becomes way more focused on subtext and nuance; and writing stories together is extremely fun! I love really difficult headcanon asks, and plenty of these have led me to discovering new things about Robin because I had just ... never thought of them before! ʅ(ツ)ʃ My inbox right now is an experience that unleashed upon myself - I had like ... 15 already in there and now I got ... 8 more!

🧸 WHAT'S A NICE, FAMILIAR PART OF YOUR DASH? BLOG? ━━ Round 2, ok I see you. I did actually think about it a bit more and I think the part of my blog that I find nice is like ... idk ✨𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓈𝓎™ ✨? Dark?? Whimsy?? I'm very fond of old style fairytales and with my longform I like to pull those elements in. As for dash though because that's way easier; I love love love when everyone in dash is just ... replying to eachother through ooc or ic posts. It's so funny and cute to me? Like not even reblogging the OG post just knowing they're online and they're gonna see your muse's reaction BWAHA ψ(｀∇´)ψ it's just very cute that we're all sitting here giggling to ourselves and spreading joy!

[robonyoom]

Some fun facts I have concocted throughout the years about the Power Lesbian Couple™ Robin (left) and Linette (right) with the help of friends and people who were generally curious about my OCs:

-Robin is 1,63m and Linette is 1,84m.

-Robin is super strong and Linette is super fast. Robin, however, can also be quite fast when she concentrates her bioenergy on her legs.

-They worked for different organizations before meeting for the first time. And they hated each other's guts at first.

-Around their third of fourth investigation together, they almost died fighting a monster. Robin chipped her front tooth and told Linette she could whistle now (she couldn't before). Linette's first thought after that was "oh god I wanna kiss this idiot RIGHT NOW".

-She kissed Robin immediately afterwards.

-Robin's hair is ultra fluffy and smells like mango and lavender. Linette's hair smells like coconuts with a hint of ozone.

-Both of the girls' love languages are physical touch and acts of service. They absolutely adore brushing each other's hair and doing house chores together.

-Linette is a trans girl!

-They are an unstoppable force in combat and know each other's blind spots and weak points. Don't expect to hit Robin from the back, or you'll get sniped by Linette's lightning, and in case you try to keep up with Linette's speed, Robin will break your fucking legs.

-Linette feels quite comfortable taking about her life before transitioning, as long as the listener is respectful.

-They are VERY competitive. Video games are a serious matter in their house.

-If you ask them who's the top and who's the bottom, they'll point at each other and say "bottom". None of them will yield the top position.

-Robin's powers are related to her bioenergy production. The more energy she produces, more of her hair turns pink. When she goes overdrive she achieves a special form called Full Pink.

(that's a pretty old artwork of her sorry)

-Linette's power is related to the production of electricity-like energy from her body. By achieving high energy levels she can move incredibly fast and shoot lightning projectiles from her fingers.

(a better look at their super suits)

-What exactly is their job? They're Investigators. What do they do? They investigate. Duh.

-Jk they are pretty much a mix of detectives and superheroes. When they're not dealing with supernatural monsters, they are investigating crimes committed by superhumans and combatting people who use their powers for evil and terrorism.

-Their social circle is pretty small but tight. Most of their friends are other investigators or childhood buddies.

-They're also friends with The Inkwitch™.

-Nobody is really sure WHAT exactly the Inkwitch is. She doesn't have a bellybutton, can change her appearance and her body seems to be mostly made of black ink.

-She has absolutely no knowledge of what privacy is, but she has full notion of what being a prick is. She asks intimate questions just for shits and giggles to see people's reactions.

-The Inkwitch has a proper name, given by Robin: Marissa. She cherishes it quite a lot and for a while she walked around with an identification badge written "Hello! My name is MARISSA".

-Robin has a mother-daughter relationship with Marissa, even though the Inkwitch seems to be way older than her.

-Marissa has made very clear that this isn't her real appearance. She's more akin to a lovecraftian nightmare, but took a liking to her humanoid form.

-When they fight together, Robin gives three options to their enemies: 1) Robin breaks all their bones, 2) Linette shocks their balls off or 3) THE INK. No one has even chosen the third option.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Thirty Two: Lessons Not Learned

You weren’t dead dead. Not really.

Just… emotionally dead. Physically exhausted. Your body had been less a corpse and more of a fluffy, unconscious husk lying around like discarded laundry.

Now that you were back?

You felt gross.

The salt clung to your fur like barnacles. Your muscles ached in weird places. You swore you could still smell graveyard fog on your tail.

You stared into the mirror in the Sunny’s bathhouse, ears flattened.

“…I smell like haunted cheese.”

You turned.

Tail limp.

And quietly went in search of your three most reliable babysitters™:

Zoro. Sanji. Luffy.

You found all three in the galley.

Luffy was elbow-deep in a barrel of meat. Sanji was stirring soup with dramatic flair. Zoro was sitting at the table, glaring at nothing in particular.

You walked in. Covered in salt. Eyes tired. Voice solemn.

“I need help.”

Luffy immediately perked up. “With what?”

“Getting all this…”—you gestured vaguely at yourself—“off.”

Zoro blinked. “You want us to…?”

Sanji dropped the ladle.

“I’m sore. I’m crunchy. I smell like ancient regret.”

You padded over and stood between them.

“...I request a bath.”

Sanji blinked. “Like… now?”

You nodded.

“Assistance requested.”

The silence was… thick.

Luffy grinned. Zoro groaned. Sanji’s face caught fire.

Five minutes later:

You stood in the center of the bath, fur completely wet, tail limp, soap bubbles floating lazily through the air. Steam curled around your silhouette like you were a very judgmental cloud creature.

Your arms were out. Legs planted.

“You may begin,” you declared.

Zoro stood in one corner with a towel. Luffy held a soapy brush. Sanji had a bottle of citrus shampoo and the expression of a man on the edge.

“W-why do you always do this completely naked?” Sanji muttered, ears pink.

“I have fur,” you snapped. “This is clothes.”

“You’re shiny,” Zoro grunted.

You turned and posed slightly. “I know.”

Luffy giggled. “You look like a wet gremlin!”

“Keep talking and I’ll pee in the water.”

Zoro sighed and knelt beside you first, towel in hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”

He began scrubbing your back with a gruff, methodical rhythm.

Luffy followed suit, brushing your tail like it was a weapon he didn’t fully trust.

Sanji slowly knelt near your side, shampoo in hand, very much not looking at the way water dripped down your hips.

You purred softly, relaxing under the three sets of hands.

“You guys are good at this,” you said sleepily.

“You trained us,” Zoro muttered.

“You’re literally our highest-maintenance crew member,” Sanji added.

“I’m an experience,” you replied.

Luffy giggled. “You're like a diva raccoon.”

Eventually, the salt was gone.

The soreness soothed.

The smell of haunted cheese? Vanquished.

You lay curled in a fluffy towel on the bathhouse bench while your three attendants dried their own clothes and tried very hard not to look at you in the soft glow of post-bath affection.

Sanji finally cleared his throat. “Feeling better?”

You yawned. “I feel alive.”

“You are alive,” Zoro said.

Luffy grinned. “Welcome back, fuzzy butt.”

You flicked your tail and smiled softly.

“Thanks, boys.”

They’d never admit it—

But they all smiled back.

----

The next morning, you woke up clean, warm, and comfortably alive.

Well—as alive as a gremlin can be.

The sun was shining. The Sunny swayed gently across calm seas. And somewhere across the deck, Brook was playing a soft, jazzy tune on his violin.

You crept out of your hammock and watched him from a distance, head tilted.

Curious.

You hadn’t really processed Brook before. When he first arrived, you were busy being zombified, salt-packed, and emotionally undone. But now?

Now you could stare. And think.

And overthink.

He was a skeleton. He had no muscles. He had no organs. He was talking. Playing. Moving.

And most importantly—

He could laugh.

You slowly crept closer, tail swishing behind you. Robin watched from her lounge chair, already smiling.

Brook glanced over his shoulder with a warm, empty grin. “Ah! Hello, my fluffy friend!”

“Hi,” you muttered, crouching. “I have questions.”

“I have bones,” he replied.

“Exactly.”

You circled him once. Then again.

Brook stopped playing, sensing your intense inspection.

“...Is there something on me?”

“How do you work?”

He chuckled. “Ah! The Yomi Yomi no Mi! The Revive-Revive Fruit. It let my soul return to my body after I died! Although, I must admit, by the time I found my body again, it had… well… decayed somewhat, yohohoho!”

You squinted.

“That’s a Devil Fruit?”

“Yes!”

“And it just… lets you keep going?”

“Indeed!”

“No guts?”

“None!”

“No blood?”

“Not even a drop!”

“…Not even slime?”

“Clean as a whistle!”

You stared.

Then, slowly, you crouched lower.

Brook paused. “…Are you—”

You licked his forearm bone.

A dry, echoing sound filled the air. Like your tongue had just slid over an old fence post.

“...Tastes like dusty calcium,” you muttered.

Robin snorted from her book.

Brook let out a nervous laugh. “Yohohoho! I—oh dear.”

Then—

SMACK.

A sandal whizzed through the air and hit you squarely in the back of the head.

“STOP LICKING THE CREW!!” Nami’s voice rang from somewhere offscreen, possibly from the laundry line.

You hissed. “I was doing science!”

Brook politely dusted off his arm with a handkerchief he absolutely shouldn’t have. “Well, I must say, that’s the first time I’ve been licked since my former life.”

“I’m not sorry,” you muttered, tail twitching.

Robin turned a page. “She’s adapting well.”

Brook looked at you fondly. “It’s nice to meet someone like yourself. Would you like to sample a leg bone?”

You blinked.

Then smirked.

“…You’re weird.”

“Thank you!”

And just like that, the weirdest friendship aboard the Sunny began.

--

You were trying.

Really, you were.

Brook was… chill.

For a talking skeleton with no eyes, no organs, and a permanent smile, he was surprisingly pleasant to be around. He played music, told funny stories, didn't ask too many deep questions about your tail—and most importantly, he didn’t scream when you stared at him for too long.

Still, something about the "no skin, no problem" vibe made your fur prickle every now and then.

You’d walk into a room and forget he was there until you heard a violin note or a cheery “Yohohoho!” and remembered:

Ah, yes. The dead man lives here.

Weird.

But manageable.

You decided, if nothing else, he had good energy. Dead guy. But good vibes.

Until.

Until.

He asked again.

It was a chill afternoon on the Sunny. You were laying belly-up on the deck, sunbathing like a retired goblin, while the crew chatted nearby.

Brook strolled past, cane tapping, afro bouncing slightly.

“Ah, my fuzzy friend!” he said with a laugh. “Forgive me for asking again, but—may I see your panties?”

You blinked. Looked up at him.

Paused.

Then sat up.

“...Sure,” you said casually, hands already on your shorts. “Hold on—”

Chaos. Immediate chaos.

“NO NO NO NO—NOT AGAIN!!” Usopp screamed, tripping over himself to get to you.

Zoro was already moving, grabbing you by the back of your shirt.

Sanji exploded from the kitchen with a ladle like it was a weapon. “WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT LISTENING TO THE SKELETON?!”

“Why does this keep happening?!” Nami shouted from the railing, already brandishing a shoe.

You blinked, half-unbuttoned.

“What?! I’m fluffy! You can’t even see anything!”

“That’s NOT the point!” Chopper cried, hiding behind a barrel.

Robin covered her face with her book, laughing silently. “Some lessons are just never learned.”

You were lifted bodily by the crew, all of them talking over each other.

“He’s a skeleton—” “You don’t listen to Brook—” “WHY IS THIS A PATTERN?!” “Stop trying to disrobe in broad daylight!!” “I WAS BEING POLITE!!”

Brook cleared his throat politely and added, “For the record, I deeply appreciate the consideration.”

“SHUT UP, BROOK!” everyone yelled.

You sighed, arms crossed as you were held mid-air like an angry kitten.

“I don’t get it,” you muttered. “I wasn’t going to make it weird.”

“It’s always weird,” Zoro muttered.

Luffy flopped nearby and snorted. “You’re like if a gremlin and a cloud had no shame.”

You bared your teeth proudly.

“Thanks.”

Brook bowed. “My apologies. I merely thought to ask again out of tradition. I will refrain next time.”

You wiggled slightly in Zoro’s grip. “So I can keep my shorts?”

“Yes,” Sanji growled. “Keep your dignity.”

“...Too late.”

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im confident that part of The Stobin Bond™ comes from them having impeccable chemistry which means they would've probably gotten along really well even before the whole Russian torture thing BUT Robin still had a pretty strong grudge against him from highschool so she just really really doesn't want to

so imagine: Steve and Robin working one of their firsts shifts at scoops together. During a small break between customers Steve gets her attention. makes unbroken eye contact. holds up one of their little spoons, and says "poon". then immediately breaking into a goofy ass smile. maybe even a giggle. and robin is trying so so so hard to look unaffected. annoyed, ideally.

then later that night while Steve's on break or maybe went home, shes waiting for the inevitable rush when the latest movie lets out. She wanders up to the register. sees the "poon" again. and laughs

[mamawasatesttube]

@deadchannelradio said:

obsessed w "civ hostage" kon. obsessed.

THANK you for giving me the opportunity to talk abt this one bc it is, if i do say so myself, funny as hell. like, i talk a bit hurt/comfort character study etc game, but i am also just a guy who deeply, DEEPLY enjoys some good old fashioned shenanigans.

SO. to set the stage: we have conner kent, good ol sweet country boy conner kent, spending a weekend in the big city to visit his buddy tim. things are going well, for the most part, until tim and conner make the mistake of going to hang out at a nice café. why?

the cafe is SO nice that it is, in fact, right next to a bank!

they are in gotham city (uh oh!).

the bank gets robbed.

sirens start blaring, the gcpd are there, the robbers burst out of the front door frantic to get to their getaway car, and oh, hell, the gcpd is right there, they need some kind of leverage to not get their tires shot out from under them--

they need a hostage!

there's a cafe patio full of civilians right there!

this guy who's jumped to his feet as if to get between all the guns and his buddy? oh sure yeah he'll do cmon grab him get him in the car lets go lets GO MOVE IT MOVE IT

FLOOR IT LETS GO KEEP A GUN TO HIS HEAD MAKE SURE THE COPS SEE WE HAVE HIM LETS GO

[!] Congratulations! Your Conner Kent is now a Civilian Hostage™! In order to protect his secret identity, he may not use any of his powers to escape. Make sure he doesn't run his mouth too much, or else getting shot will reveal that he's bulletproof!

tim, left at the cafe: what the fuck. kon, sitting in the getaway car: what the fuck. the bank robbers, who have no idea what they've just brought upon themselves: phew! that was quick thinking!

what follows is a progression of increasingly more ludicrous conversations as kon desperately tries to control his inability to shut the fuck up. the bank robbers start to argue.

"boss, he's just a teenager!" one argues. "he isn't even from here--look how much he's talking about his grandma. i feel bad. we don't have to keep the guns on him at all times, do we?"

"if he doesn't shut up about his grandma, shoot him in the foot," boss grouches.

"oh, please, don't do that, sir," kon wheedles, valiantly resisting the urge to ttk the duct tape off his arms so he can gesture rudely at the big boss. he does his very best big, innocent doe eyes instead. "my grandpa bought me these boots, and he passed a couple years back!"

"oh, now look what you did!" a third guy exclaims. "he's gonna talk about BOTH grandparents now!"

kon looks back and forth between the bank robbers. two out of three are glaring; the first one, the sympathetic one, tries to smile at him.

kon looks at them all some more.

tim is somewhere up in the rafters of this random gotham wharf warehouse by now, he's sure. this will all be over soon. he doesn't have to keep resisting the giggles too much longer. right?

"could i convince you guys to let me go?" he blinks so sweetly. so innocently. "shucks, i can sweeten the deal! how's this?"

he flutters his eyelashes a little. smiles so innocently.

"i'll give you my grandma's apple pie recipe--"

this is the worst day of these bank robbers' lives.

tim, in the rafters: forget the robbers. I'M gonna strangle him.

anyway, red robin swoops in to rescue Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. of course, he can't stay long, but he makes quick work of the hostage situation.

Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent is more than happy to give a quick statement to the press outside, of course. he looks directly into the camera and gushes about how amazing it was to have red robin himself rescue him! he's so suave and mysterious and cool, and his hair smells so nice--

tim, who is the only one who knows that kon is just very smugly patting himself on the back for finally convincing him to try his fancy shampoo and conditioner set: :|

trending on gotham twitter: Red Robin Smells Like Rosewater

tim is going to kill Sweet Innocent Country Boy Conner Kent. he's gonna do it.

"i'll fucking leave you there next time," he tells kon, who is scrolling through all the tweets with glee. "see if i come rescue you ever again. i'll let the assholes with guns keep you."

"sure you will, rob," kon agrees oh-so-sweetly. tim is going to throw things at him. kon is so smug. god dammit.

but hey, at least he makes tim some apple pie afterwards.

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One day his Daughter Dani shows up and legally he had her when Danny was 16 so she looks like a child still as well but mostly for shits and giggles. This Red Robin and punk clone Superboy though? Definitely her type.😂if Danny can't get the Bruce he might aim for Ras just to Feel Something. That or with some of his Time Shenanigans™ one or a few of the Immortals might meet up with him and have brunch at a café or maybe walk into a warehouse where Danny is tied upside down on the ceiling with some Gotham Rouge and just goes "Oh hey Danny, can you bring me some more of that (insert specific ancient or forgotten recipe dish with extinct ingredients) next time we have dinner with the rest of the Timeless?" (Yes he's in the club for immortals, Ras and Vandal Savage and even Diana of Themescriya's Mother goes sometimes. After all these are the only others they can play these long forgotten bored games with and swap old recipes or seedlings every decade or so)

DC X DP Fanfic idea: It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Danny Fenton moves to Gotham.

He moved there not because his parents ran him out of the house. His dad was bawling and begging him to stay while his mother spent three full days writing up different graphs to show how much safer was by nearing by so they could protect him.

(It's not like he still lived with them. Danny had moved out to his own place in amity when he was twenty-five. Moving clear across state lines wasn't much of a difference in his eyes)

He moved there, not because the ectoplasm was high. Ectoplasm is everywhere on Earth, and quite frankly, Gotham's was as polluted as its water was. It made the air spicy.

He moved there not because he was offered an amazing job or a life-changing opportunity. Danny's full-time job was writing novels. They were all based on his adventures in the Ghost Zone -with changed names of course- and were a hit online. He also had all of the Ghost King's gold.

He moved there simply because Danny wanted to.

Something about the city called to him, in a way that said "Hey this could be your home." He visited once for a Humpty Dumpty concert and fell in love with the sights, the people, and the life of Gotham.

Now some people would accuse him of being mad. Those people probably had a rebellious teenage stage where they had done crazy things like sneak out of the house, underage drink, sleeping around, or smoke something.

Danny, when he was a teenager, was fighting for his life and the lives of the ungrateful townspeople.

He didn't get to his rebellious stage. He didn't get his rush of doing something stupid because he was young and thought himself bigger than life.

So here Danny is, living his life as he pleases to make up for it.

He doesn't have to sneak out of his house since he owns it, he rather not drink or smoke (would they even affect him? His healing factor has never been tested against it) and Danny would like to be emotionally attached if he decided to sleep with someone.

What then does a man with too much time, too much power, and not enough bad young person decisions do?

He flirts with Death.

Death just so happens to be Batman-shaped.

Now it's all fun and games. He knows he doesn't have a real chance with Batman- it's Batman. Way out of Danny's league.- but that doesn't mean he can allow himself to fall into stupid situations and be dramatically rescued by the crime fighter.

Now if only his kids weren't so good at their jobs.

"You really should be more careful, Mr. Fenton. This is the third time this week" Nightwing says while untieing him. Danny does his best not to pout at the other. He had been having fun finding the answers to the riddles.

He wasn't at all worried about the fact he was placed over a pool of burning chemicals. He had been tried to a chair that was carefully balanced on overlapping ropes. It wire would snap with each correct answer, until he would fall his demise unless they could outsmart the Riddler.

Danny had gotten five out of ten correct before Nightwing burst through the ceiling.

"I don't mind," Danny says rubbing his wrists. "Better me than someone innocent."

Nightwing's lips purse "You are innocent."

"Yes, but I hardly matter in the grand scheme of things." Danny waves his hand missing the look of distress on the hero's face. He looks around the darkness of the ceiling hoping to spot a certain crouching figure.

"Is Tall Dark and Daddy here with you?" He asks Nightwing when he fails to see him.

"Please don't call him that."

Danny shrugs, suppressing his smile. He twirls back around to Nightwing pulling out a piece of paper from his jean's pocket. "By the way, I found the other victims, hid them in the cellar, and drew a of map of Riddle's bombs for you. You're welcome."

Nightwing stares before carefully taking the map. He taps his ear twice, muttering in a code- for that may be English but sounded like gibberish that it can not be anything else but code- and only after he hears a voice respond back does the hero give a strained smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fenton. This helps a lot."

"You're welcome!" He repeats with a bright smile. It's so odd for his efforts to be appreciated. Odd but nice.

Danny waits for the other to do his Bat-trained disappearing act- sometimes he wonders if Gotham gave her Knights a form of invisibility- but the man remains.

He shuffles his feet uncomfortable and Danny's eyes light up. Oh! Another attempt to get him to stop flirting with his father. What fun~!

"Mr. Fenton.....last week Red Robin rescued you from the Joker. Do you remember?"

"Yes. Red Robin is a great kid."

"A kid....weird for you to call him that when he's only a few years younger than you." Nightwing starts but Danny holds up a hand.

"I'm older than you"

There is a tight frown on the other man's face now. "You are not."

"I am." Danny pulls out his wallet flashing his ID card. The downside to his Ghostly powers is that he seems to be aging at a slower rate- at least physically. His parents theorized that he would take two years instead of the one that his aging required. Not an accurate number but the closest they had especially since both his parents were late bloomers and had baby face.

While Danny might be thirty-eight he appeared to be no older than nineteen.

"Mr. Fenton I don't think you should be carrying a fake-"

"Stay away from my father Harlot!" Robin screeches falling down from the shadows above. He points a very sharp sword at Danny's neck, sneering the whole time. "He has better things to do than rescue a love-struck worthless fool!"

Danny, leans on the top of the sword, eyes drinking into Robin's slight flinch when it cuts his skin a little. This is it. The Rush he had been craving for.

"I don't mean to be kidnapped Robin honest. It just sort of happens in Gotham." He makes his voice and body innocent in a way even Orphan can not tell he is lying. He knows because Clockwork confirmed the last time they met that the girl read his body language just as he wanted her to.

The two ghosts met up regularly to watch his overly "sweet" eyes fluttering and cheerful "Oh Batman you rescued me~!" performances together for a good laugh.

"You lie! You plan for this to happen to try and seduce my Father!"

Huh. The kid was smarter then his foul mouth and snobby behavior looked. Still Danny only had to twist his face into confusion for Nightwing to step in. The other vigilantes pulled the scowling child away, scolding him for harassing frightened civilians.

It was fun to see but nothing beat making polite come-ons to Batman- nothing gross like catcalling but more of overly thankful and dreamy sighs. Maybe he should see what Two-face is up to?

Surely the man would take him hostage and Batman's many children would be too busy to save him thus leading the Dark Knight himself to come to his aid.

Or in a world where Danny Fenton decides that it would be hilarious if he took on a Brucie Wayne persona in Gotham. Complete with a Heart-eyes-it's-beefy-Batman mentality that tricks the Batfam into thinking he is a Himbo who has bad luck for always getting caught up in villain schemes for being at the wrong place and wrong time.

Also, the Bat kids make it their life goal to keep Bruce from rescuing Danny since they do not like watching Fenton flirt with their dad. Even if Bruce himself ignores the boy they can't really threaten him.

Danny Fenton isn't being malicious or anything. He's just a boy with a crush who doesn't know better.

Clockwork is cackling, recording his favorite parts of Danny's interactions with the Bats.

[landograndprix]

now that we know steve is a swimmer i can just imagine going out for picnic and swim by lovers lake

oh god and Steve's extremely romantic so it's probably a date he's been planning for days if not weeks. Once a month he goes all out just because he can. He's that boyfriend™

 He has been in the kitchen prepping snacks and all as good as can with Dustin and Robin by his side. Packing the picnic basket hours before the date even starts. Steve will go out one more time for some flowers, probably those red roses again that you seem to love a lot. 

"Put on your bathing suit." pretty much gives away the surprise of the date, lovers lake is but nevertheless you're excited, it's a new location and the spot steve had found being the best little hideout for a fun date.  It's one of the best days, the sun high in the sky with a welcome soft breeze— it's a mix of sunbathing, munching on all the surprisingly great snack in the basket but mostly it's spend by steve dragging or carrying you into the cold water after refusing to get in once more. Just a day filled with giggles, play fights and endless naps in the sun.