#teen parent

[wolfsbanesparks]

Do you ever think about the possibility of Billy (teen age) finding an abandoned baby and then in fear of the child going through the same traumas as him as a foster kid in the system, try and raise the baby as his own? Just Billy deciding on becoming a dad/older brother to a possibly magic baby, and the Justice League suddenly seeing captain marvel carrying a small baby in one of those baby carrying things. Your fic with harley quinn and billy sparked this brain rot idea

An entire nursery room is made in the Rock of Eternity, right next to the mysterious library.

This is a really interesting idea!

Because Billy is definitely the type of person who would take on the responsibility of caring for a baby/younger kid if he thought it would be better for them in the long run. Whether it's purely based on worry over what might happen to the kid in the system or if there are extenuating circumstances like the baby is very magical or has metahuman powers or whatever the case may be, there could be a cool story there!

Is he prepared to raise a kid on his own? Definitely not. But he will try his hardest even if it means making a lot of personal sacrifices to do so. There would probably be a decent bit of angst since Billy would be a single teen parent who lives on his own.

And the JL would see him carrying this baby around, playing with said baby in meetings, stressing about the baby's health, and they'd all pitch in their two cents on what babies need. Billy would be grateful for the help especially once he realized just how much extra responsibility he'd taken on. Some of them might even offer up their sidekicks as babysitters which would be so funny.

And him sprucing up the Rock of Eternity so it'd be a suitable nursey is just so precious. That kid would grow up to have NO sense of what's normal. But Billy would love that kid so much and be the world's most doting teenaged dad ever.

[hellyeahscarleteen]

"As a young parent, being shamed for the decisions you have made and being stigmatized for your identity⁠ makes navigating through the world very difficult. We are more than just young parents; we are sisters, brothers, partners, students, hard workers, friends, and always more than one single identity. Stigma can keep us from wanting to go back to school, or returning for a visit at the doctor’s office, or feeling like we are capable of making the best choices for ourselves and our children. Stigma can pressure us to avoid making ambitious goals or striving to overcome challenges. Stigma keeps us in a place where others can still narrate and dictate our lives."

Shame & Stigma: How It Makes Young Moms and Dads Feel by Natasha Vianna

[hugs4prongs]

I'm thinking about writing a fic where I ignore everything canon, like usual

The whole plot would be that narcissa is forced to have draco during hogwarts and instead of 4 years her and Sirius are 2 years apart, making her and regulus 3 years apart.

Andy and Bella would have already graduated, leaving her alone to take care of draco. But Sirius and regulus step in like cool ass uncles and babysit, etc.

Also would include toxic lucissa / absent lucius

The idea was inspired by "Where Do Babies Come From?" By Melanie Martinez

"They come from boys who want to sit on their ass. They come from girls who like to grow up too fast. They come from screaming, fighting, make up sex"

[celticwolf55]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Underage Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Divina/Yoko Tanaka, Enid Sinclair & Yoko Tanaka, Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair Characters: Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair's Brothers, Murray Sinclair, Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Original Characters, Wednesday Addams, Divina (Wednesday), Yoko Tanaka Additional Tags: Teen Pregnancy, Slow Burn, Good Dad Murray Sinclair, Protective and Supportive Murray Sinclair, Closeted Character, Falling In Love, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Enid wakes up during the night on Summer break with really horrible stomach pain. When it's not any better after waiting several hours, she goes to her parents for help, Murray taking her to the hospital. Unexpected surprises ensue and learning how to navigate the new reality.

OR

Enid goes to the hospital thinking she has bad stomach pain and comes home with a newborn.

[idontplayhockey]

Blah blah blah

I'm engaged

Blah blah blah

I have an adopted son with a relatively small age gap between us

Blah blah blah

I was talking about moving in with my fiance next year and we were thinking about getting pets. I love dogs and don't like cats. My fiance likes cats and hates dogs. My boy likes just about every animal.

An hour of conversation basically got us to the decision of getting two rats and raising one to be catholic how my son was raised and one to be Jewish how my fiance was raised.

Moral of the story is that adulting isn't as serious as you think it will be

[justaratswriting]

Small Life Ch. 1

Alright little rats this is an idea/ rough draft of a fanfic I am thinking of writing so tell me should I write it, or should I focus on the WIP that is almost 100,000 words and not even half way through the plot

What had Damian done.

Oh Alfred, what had Damian done. 

Damian should be at home getting ready for school. Damian should turn around, turn back through the door and drive back to where Alfred can hold him and make him a cup of tea. 

Damian took a deep breath and stepped in shutting the door with his foot. The living room was bigger than Damian expected, honestly the whole house was more than he could have ever hoped for. 

He set down the car seat and diaper bag. 

About nine months ago Damian had taken up the tradition of spiting Bruce, a pastime of all his siblings. And that had led Damian to a party and then into a bed with Oliva Patel. She was quite pretty and most importantly not a gossip or overly interested in Damian’s family. 

It was lovely and Damian returning to the manor in the morning really did its job in ticking Bruce off. It took Damian three months to talk to Oliva again, and the pregnancy test she had given him had been more terrifying to him than fighting with the Riddler had been the night before. 

At first Oliva had wanted to keep the baby and Damian was too terrified to know what he wanted to do, two sixteen year olds were not prepared to be parents. He had thought options of adopting the baby out were the most realistic and would be best for the baby. 

Slowly Damian had warmed up to the idea and by the sixth month mark they were planning how to tell their families, Oliva had done a wonderful job of hiding her pregnancy, and they had been talking about what future their baby would have. 

They were both smart and dedicated, their child would grow up with great role models. They would move in together, they didn’t need to get married but they would both be involved and loving parents. And Damian would always have access to any money they would want or need. Their baby could play any sport or take any classes they wanted. 

Then Oliva’s best friend found out. She only saw the disaster it would wreck on Oliva’s perfect grades, 4.0 GPA, and all of their plans of going to an ivy league together. 

Damian could see that Oliva could easily be ivy league material, and that some day she would likely be someone that could be an equal to Alfred. But, Oliva wanted her baby and she wanted her baby to have the best possible life.

Damian could see how at some point she would choose the baby over her education and career. She wasn’t someone who wanted a nanny or babysitter raising her child. 

Damian could see the resentment that would form in the future and the current fear that had encompassed Oliva. She didn’t want to regret their baby even for a moment. So Damian had offered to take the baby. 

 It had been a rash decision but they both quickly agreed. Damian and Oliva made a plan for the final months of prenatal care, which Damian had been providing for her pregnancy ever since he knew. Then they had agreed on visiting terms. Oliva would be able to visit whenever she wanted as soon as she was out of college. Damian decided not to tell his family and Oliva didn’t tell hers. 

They had talked about sending pictures and other things so Oliva would still be able to know how the baby was, but in the end they agreed that until she was living on her own it would be too risky. Oliva wouldn’t be able to explain to family or friends why she had pictures of a random baby in her room.

Oliva wanted their baby well taken care of so she made some conditions. Before the baby was born a place to live had to be secured and he needed to have basics for taking care of a baby. He also needed a plan for where the child would go to school. 

Damian spent several Saturdays with Oliva in baby aisles and took a couple parenting classes every week to prepare himself. 

Damian had found a house in Montana. It had three bedrooms and two baths and was within a half mile of both a high school and an elementary. The house was nice; it was in a small quiet town, the type of place that no one would ever recognize or look for Damian Wayne.

Everything had been taken care of. But that wasn’t enough to prepare Damian. 

A week ago while in math Damian had gotten a text from Oliva, she was in the school bathroom, and her water had broken. 

Damian left class and drove her to one of Jason's safe houses, the one across from the hospital where Oliva’s OB GYN worked. Jason never used it and he would clean after so Jason would never know.

Damian stayed there with her rubbing her shoulders and back, drawing her a bath, and cooking meals for her. Nearly 17 hours later she was having contractions close enough together to head to the hospital. 

5 hours later their baby girl was placed into Oliva’s arms. They had agreed not to breastfeed even for the first day because Damian would need to bottle feed so Oliva held onto their daughter until a nurse came in to teach Damian how to feed her. 

Oliva wanted Damian to name her, but Damian wanted Oliva to name her. Eventually they decided on the name, Martha Oliva Patel-Wayne and Mary for short.

Damian stayed with the two of them until they were released before driving Oliva home. Before he left he made sure she had everything she needed and left her with a good amount of money to take care of herself, he was hesitant to leave and Oliva didn’t want to say goodbye. Damian was forced to leave by the pressure of Oliva’s parents being twenty minutes away and was reassured that Oliva’s best friend would be around to take care of her and help her clean the stitches and with any other maintenance. 

Damian arranged everything and made sure he had everything he would need to get to the house he bought. The drive from New Jersey to Montana would be 33 hours but Damian would stop at least every hour for 15 minutes to take care of and check on Mary. He would stop and stay somewhere every night. He wanted her to be taken care of and he wanted a clear mind. He didn’t want to get into a crash because of fatigue.

It ended up taking him 5 days to get to the house. 

Here Damian was, in the middle of Montana. 5 days or 33 hours away from family. What had Damian done?

It was late when Damian finally arrived and he was exhausted but there were a few things he needed to do. 

Damian locked the door before setting Mary in a safe corner of the entrance while he checked the house over. When he was sure it was clear he locked all the windows and doors before drawing the curtains and flicking on the living room light. He moved Mary and the diaper bag into the living room. 

He checked on her and made sure she was asleep before going out the front door, locking it behind him, to the car to grab the collapsible crib and other necessities like a crib mattress and a sleeping bag for himself. He would buy her an actual crib and other furniture soon but he would make due for a little bit. 

He set everything down on the porch to unlock the door and move everything inside, once inside he locked the door. He set up the crib and halfway through setting up his own place to sleep Mary woke up. After settling her down in her crib he finished his own bed and turned on his quiet alarms that would wake him up every couple hours to feed Mary.

Damian spent the first night in the new house tossing and turning. It wasn’t easy to fall asleep when he kept having to get up to feed a baby and the unfamiliar sounds of the house settling and life far from Gotham was unsettling and not helpful when he was trying to fall asleep. 

And if Damian was completely honest he spent most of the night terrified he would fall asleep and wake up to the league of assassins or the bats in his house. But, there was no way that would happen. 

He had made sure to buy the house with his funds that weren’t connected to anything and to get the house put in Martha Patel’s name. He was happy to let the house be legally hers. 

It had taken some interesting legal loopholes but there was no way that he would be found. 

When the sun was finally rising Damian got up and considered what to do. He needed to get a number of things. First he would need groceries, then cleaning supplies, and then actual furniture for Mary. 

He would wait a little before getting other furniture. Mary’s room and other necessities were a priority and Damian had lived with much less. He still had plumbing and running water, a huge plus. 

He could technically go without groceries for a couple of days. He had enough baby formula, and he would survive a couple days without food but he knew that he wouldn’t be at his best so he decided against waiting. Mary deserved her parent to be at their best.

And technically he could afford to furnish the whole house at once, but he wouldn’t have the time to put together the furniture and he didn’t want to use too much money too quickly. 

And the house had the necessities for him. The kitchen had all the appliances he would need and both bathrooms would be fine. And for sleeping, he had a nice sleeping bag, much better than cave or cell floors. 

The cleaning supplies were actually at the top of his list, the house was nice and the previous owners had cleaned before selling it to Damian. Still the house had stood empty for a month and tiny amounts of dust had accumulated, and with a newborn Damian did not want to risk her getting sick. 

He knew he was probably overdoing it and had been more cautious then he needed to while driving up. And would continue to keep her far away from most things until she was a little older, but it would help him feel better. Plus Damian never liked working in a dirty area. 

Damian had no clue where anything was, so as most people do he got out his new phone and looked up nearby stores. It was a new phone because he had replaced his old one on his way up.

When he drove through Pennsylvania he had thrown his phone in a random garbage, he had wanted to restart it and give it to someone else but simple restarting wouldn’t make it impossible for the bats to track it, nothing short of throwing it in a volcano would stop them from being able to track it, so it had to go and he didn’t want them thinking someone had stolen it. Unfortunately that meant the garbage. 

And in Ohio he had gotten a rental car. His family would find the car he left in Ohio but they wouldn’t find any clues of what transportation Damian had, he had used a fake ID to rent the car and a card connected to an account his family didn’t know about. Damian would need to buy a car soon. But that was something to worry about later. Getting a job would also need to join his list of priorities. 

Damian really was glad that finding living accommodations was not also on his list of To Do’s. Thank Alfred, Oliva had insisted that Damian give her proof of living accommodations before she agreed to let Damian take the baby. 

Damian didn’t really want to take Mary with him into a store where people might try getting up in her face to coo at her or touch her but he couldn’t leave her alone. Damian didn’t have a stroller or a chest carrier yet so Damian would need to keep her in her car seat while in the store. It would be fine, Damian definitely was strong enough and he could set the seat into his cart so it wouldn’t be a bother but he would have to add a stroller and a chest carrier to his list of baby things he would need. 

Damian decided to bite the bullet and choose a store, as he took care of Mary and got everything prepared to go to the store. He kept his phone open nearby and memorized the route to the store. 

He paused before he opened the door. The curtains for the windows around the door were thin enough that he could see three people making their way up the sidewalk to the house. He could open the door and greet them, or he could try going through the garage but they would hear, or he could pretend he was sleeping and not answer the door but the lights he just turned off would make that unbelievable.

And If he was avoiding the neighbors then he couldn’t leave as soon as they were gone and there wasn’t anything he could do until he went to the store. He needed cleaning supplies. He had dirty clothes but the previous owners had told him the current washing and drying machine were broken, easily fixable Damian would just need to pick up some parts to fix them. But he had some body wash that could work as a laundry detergent. He could hand wash them, but he didn’t have any good places to hang the clothes. 

The decision was taken from him when they knocked on the door. He sighed and walked to the door, unlocking it and opening the door as he set Mary safely to the side, out of sight. “Hello, can I help you?” It was a cold and biting tone and Damian knew that, but he had things he needed to do and meeting the neighbors was not one of them. 

There were two men and a woman. The woman looked to be middle aged and had a smile draped over her face. She was wearing a colorful knee length dress and had a large pan covered in tin foil. The older of the men looked to be around the same age and was wearing jeans and a colorful T-Shirt that matched the woman's dress. 

The younger of the two men was wearing much more muted, casual clothes. He was probably somewhere in his late twenties, he looked nothing like the older man or woman. 

Despite the cold greeting the woman perked up when he answered the door. “Hello, dear, I am Sandra and this is my husband Pete and my son Noah. We live next door and just wanted to introduce ourselves.” Sandra paused and slightly tilted the pan. “Oh, and we brought food, but it seems like you are on your way out. So we’ll try and get out of your hair.”

Damian mustered up the energy to smile. “Yeah I was just getting ready to go to the store. And you didn’t need to bring anything.”

Immediately Pete waved him off. “Not to worry son, food is the culture around here. To be fair food might just be the culture everywhere, but anyway there is no way you are escaping without food. What’s your name son? What are you headed to the store for?”

Damian glanced at Mary when she made a quiet gurgling noise. “I’m Damian, food is beloved everywhere. I am going to the store for a variety of things. Groceries, cleaning supplies, some things to fix the washer and dryer.”

When Damian glanced towards Mary he could see everyone else's eyes follow his. He hadn’t been trying to draw attention to her but he didn’t want to ignore her. And she was awake and shifting around a bit.

Pete leaned forward. His eyes widened. “So son, why are you taking the baby with you instead of leaving the baby with your parents?” It was clear he had spotted the car seat. 

Damian could feel the genuine curiosity and he could tell that they were just being neighborly but Damian felt himself freeze at that question. He may not have personally lived it yet but he knew there was a stigma around both single fathers and teen parents and he considered what to say. “I am the father.”

Pete paused, it was clear that he thought Damian was too young to be a father. “And the mother? Why aren’t you leaving the baby with her?”

Damian leaned into the door putting more of a barrier between the inside and outside of the house. “She’s not involved.” It was true, still it felt wrong. Oliva hadn’t just abandoned Mary, she had made sure she would have a secure future.

They all nodded and seemed to find that a good enough answer. Sandra adjusted her hands on the pan. “Is the baby a boy or a girl, and how old is baby?”

Pete's questions had been the kind of questions that were firm but asked by a well meaning relative. While Sandra’s questions were much more cushioned, and seemed like she wanted to make sure you were doing the best you could, like she was going to give pointers along with heavy amounts of encouragement. 

 Damian shifted, glancing at Mary. “She’s a girl. And..” Damian looked back up at Sandra, he knew that traveling across the country with a newborn wasn’t the easiest or safest and he considered what follow up questions there would be. He also knew there would be a bit of judgment, and there was his rental car from Ohio in the driveway.  “She’s just over a week old.”

Sandra’s eyes widened and her body curled up as she tried glancing in at Mary. Damian shifted his weight and pulled the door slightly more shut, “Dear, you're bringing a week old baby to the store?” After the door was pulled a little closed her eyes flitted to the rental car. 

Damian sighed. He knew what she was thinking and yes he was aware that Mary’s immune system was still developing, but there were precautions he could take and Damian had plenty of medical skills and he wouldn’t hesitate to get her help so it would be fine, probably. And what else could Damian do? He couldn’t leave her home alone and there was no one to watch her while he was gone.

“If you wanted I could watch her while you go to the store.” Damian almost slammed the door in Sandra’s face. There was no way he would be leaving Mary with someone he didn’t even know. 

“No.” He spat, then remembered they were his neighbors and plastered a fake smile on. “Sorry, but I really have got to get going.” They smiled and apologized for keeping him before handing off the pan of food and leaving. 

Damian poured the contents of the pan in the outdoor garbage can that was currently sitting in the garage, the last owner had left it in there until he got to the house, and set the pan in the sink for him to wash. 

After he was done with that he washed his hands and he checked on Mary before walking outside, locking the door behind him, and getting situated in the car. 

It was a short painless trip to the store, once there he checked Mary and got her situated before heading inside. He used the signs to quickly locate the food, along with kitchen supplies like pans and utensils, and the cleaning supplies he needed before ending up in the baby aisle. 

He picked out a crib, a stroller, some more clothes, a changing table and changing pad, more diapers, wipes, and a baby bath. He had been wiping Mary down with baby wipes and keeping her in clean clothes but he felt bad that he hadn’t been able to properly clean her. After he cleaned one of the bathrooms he would need to give her a bath. 

After getting baby stuff he headed towards the hardware aisle and got the things he would need to fix the dryer and washing machine. As he was on his way to the register his eyes caught on the door jam reinforcements and the door knobs and locks. He grabbed a door jam reinforcement for the front, back, and garage doors along with better locks and then a couple of other locks to replace the bathroom door knobs and to add locks to his bedroom and Mary’s room. 

He got back to the house and took care of Mary, moving her portable crib into the upstairs landing where his room and the nursery would be so she would be close by while he cleaned and assembled. He made sure she was comfortable before he got to work cleaning the nursery, after he was done he got to work carrying her furniture upstairs and assembling it, only taking breaks to take care of Mary. 

By the time he had the furniture assembled and had moved her things into the nursery it was getting late and Damian moved Mary downstairs into her car seat while he brought her portable crib back downstairs. Her actual crib was assembled so having it downstairs made more sense.

He made dinner quickly and ate before moving his stuff into the nursery for the night, because it was the only place he had cleaned. He would probably stay in there anyway until Mary was a little older and sleeping through most of the night. 

After that he came back downstairs and did the dishes. He dried them and set the pan on the end of the counter to remind himself he would need to return it to the neighbors. 

A sharp pain rushed his heart. He had neighbors. He had his own neighbors. 

Damian leaned on the counter and slid to sit on the floor. 

Damian was a teen dad living on his own.

He was all on his own.

The floor of the kitchen was hardwood cold to the touch but didn’t bite through your clothes like the tile in the kitchen of Wayne manor. 

The kitchen only had one sink, one fridge, and one oven. While the manor had a prep sink and a double basin sink, Two fridges, and an oven and a fireplace if needed. 

The cabinets were shorter and all of them were easy to get into without help. In the manor half of the cabinets required a ladder. 

The manor was built to show off. To be extreme, it was not built with living in it in mind.

This kitchen. This house. Even this town was built for comfort and for family. They were built for company and community. It was all meant to be cozy, safe, and certain.

Damian was alone.

Unsafe and exposed.

Damian could go home. 

The manor had friends and family.

This house had a baby who needed his care.

Damian could be with his family. Show Mary to Alfred and ask Dick how to take care of a baby. Mary would have aunts and uncles and a grandfather and a great grandfather. She could have a cousin. 

Damian set his head back against the counter and rubbed his hands over his arms. 

Alfred was extraordinarily accepting, Maybe he could go back.

His siblings would be furious, but they would love the baby. Mar’i wasn’t too much older, She was almost two.

Damian sat up, things were going to be rough. He knew this when he went into it and he had a baby in the next room. 

Damian got up and took Mary up to her bed. Before settling in for a restless night.

[alanshee-keeper-of-realms]

Excerpt of One Decision

I love writing Lloyd as a teen parent because to me his Sensei Garmadon side would shine through and this moment from rhe rewrite of March of the Oni part breaks and melts my heart you all also get a sneak peek to the finale of this arc

Also yes Moranas mother is Harumi, it was teens being stupid and not knowing proper healthy ways of venting

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March of the Oni Part 1

He then turned to his mother handing Morana over to her kissing the baby on the forehead, 

"Dad will be right back I promise, but this is for your sake and everybody else's. If I don't do this then your future is gone along with Ninjago and I can't allow that to happen," 

She grabbed his finger, to him it was like she was telling him it's alright, I understand, so much love filled him as she looked at him 

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March of the Oni Part 4

"So how is the gift I sent my grandson?"

"You did send her,"

His grandfather chuckled as his grandson showed a fond smile, "She's so perfect, from those green eyes with the smallest flecks of purple, her small lips that purse when she's angry or upset, she's already 4 months and I don't want her to grow but at the same time I do, her hair is starting to thicken and curl,"

He heard rumbling laughter,

"Oh my Grandson you may be young, but show so much maturity. I give you a choice one I do not give many others, in fact I think the most recent was a scientist who did not immediately drop to his knees, he actually spoke to me like you," The Master of Energy smirked knowing who exactly that might have been, "Now you can come with me or go home especially to the Little One"

Lloyd looked at him as he climbed onto the dragon, holding a hand out,

Harriet was putting her weight into the cpr, as the team watched, hoping as she rubbed her hands together placing them in specific positions,

Clear!

His body arched as the electricity shot through,

"Come on Lloyd you have a child whom needs you," she murmured, as she tried a few more attempts before she sat back defeated, it had been 15 whole minutes, "I'm sorry, I have to call it."

Misako clutched Morana tears brimming, Wu holding her as they focused on the babe who slept unknowing that she had just become an orphan, the team clutched each other Harriet finding a piece of fabric to cover him up, the team now focused as well on the babe peacefully asleep,

Morro stared at the body in shock, a numbness ran through him. His cousin...was Dead?

[whats-in-a-sentence]

Unmarried women were forced into giving up their babies and bullied and belittled. Maternal benefits, food stamps and birth certificates were taken from unmarried mothers, and social workers lied to single mothers, saying that babies were 'on trial' with foster families, when they had been permanently placed. Mothers were declared unfit or confused and their babies taken away.

Pat King was a 15-year-old schoolgirl in Whitchurch, Shropshire, when the head teacher at her school told her parents that she believed the girl was hiding her pregnancy. Only three weeks later, Pat gave birth to a boy, and after two weeks of caring for him, she was ordered to hand him over to a social worker. 'My dad was there, quite firmly making sure I didn't make too much fuss. It's one of those things you never forget, just like it was yesterday.'

"Normal Women: 900 Years of Making History" - Philippa Gregory

[magnificentlightenthusiast]

Dramione's Gift.

Hermione:I love being in bed with you,Draco. Draco:I know,About the baby,are we gonna keep it? i mean we're only in 4th year and....i wanna keep it but i wanna hear your take on it. Hermione:I'm totally fine with keeping it.

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompt

Teen dad Danny Fenton moving into Crime Alley and getting a reputation for helping. Street kids willing to babysit Ellie and Dan while he’s job hunting can spend the night, have a meal, get cash, whichever they choose. Sec workers who do Ellie’s hair/nails/babysit some nights also get the same benefits. He will treat anyone with injuries for the low price of showing Ellie and Dan their guns/taking them to the observatory/getting him job opportunities.

All of the people in Crime Alley know the single meta dad with two kids, who has helped half the alley at least. Everyone is also aware of how Ellie calls her other parent ‘The Bastard’, and how bad their nightmares are, the ones they have to call Danny for(A few of his repeat guests have seen the scars and burns on his arms. Some of the older street kids recognize that hunted look he gets when people touch him when he doesn’t know they are there. Some of the sec workers notice how protective he is of his kids, and the younger workers. No matter who they are, they all notice how Dan gets quiet and angry when asked about his ‘other dad’. They all have sworn never to let those kids go back to the other dad, Danny included. They are a part of Crime Alley now, and they protect their own)

Danny doesn’t realize how far his reputation goes/how much everyone trusts him until two of his regulars bring in an injured Red Hood, promising him whatever he wants in exchange for him helping their boss.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 225

Klarion is EXCITED. He's absolutely DELIGHTED even, unable to sit still as he flits from place to place. His baby cousin! Is! Visiting! Which OBVIOUSLY means he, as the older one, must make sure the main places are still standing so he can show his itty bitty baby cousin EVERYTHING! After all, he's never gotten to be the older one! He's always been the youngest in the family! But now he has an itty bitty toddler cousin- form recently shifted to match- to teach the ways of Chaos to! He's so EXCITED!

The League and heroes on the other hand, are Very concerned about Why the Witch Boy has been spotted in practically every major city in the US in the last few days. What is he planning?!

[thatbadadvice]

Help! Am I responsible for teaching my children how to act in public??????

Carolyn Hax, Washington Post, 12 April 2024:

Dear Carolyn: On a recent vacation, our family (including two teenagers) was at a restaurant for lunch. We had not had any food yet when I noticed dried food on my water glass. After the server brought our ordered drinks, I calmly noted the food on my glass and asked for a clean one. No drama, and the server was a pro — no hesitation, brought a new glass and comped us a bottle of water. The hiccup? My teenagers were appalled and embarrassed, basically implying I’m a Karen for first failing to just live with the dirty glass and second not apologizing profusely before asking for a clean one. I tried to explain that part of being served includes clean everything, but they were unpersuaded. Did I miss something? Is this a generational thing? Literally made no fuss at all and did not suggest anything be comped. But I’m feeling defensive. How to communicate that it’s okay to politely ask for corrections when things are amiss? — Anonymous

Dear Anonymous —

This is a generational thing and there's nothing you as a parent can do to improve your children's behavior now, nor was there anything you ever could have done to shape the way they act in the world, their understanding of social norms, their expectations, or how they treat other people.

Kids turn out the way they are because of the generation they were born into, which doesn't have anything to do with the people who raised them or who created the society they live in.

Take heart: you're one of many millions of parents of Gen Z-ers whose offspring are just really into drinking out of dirty glasses. We'll never know why. It's one of the great mysteries of our time, but the good news is that this isn't your problem. There's absolutely no way to teach this particular generation of young people how to order food at restaurants, and even if there were, it wouldn't be on you as their parent to do it. Kids these days just love filthy dishware.

[bluerosefox]

Joker Messed Around and Found Freaking Out.

Okay hear me out..

Class trip to Gotham, class gets held up by Joker who actually can scare the class cause they are still teens and they know Joker has a high kill rate, like yes they're used to ghosts and junk but none of them wanna die yet or at least die outside of Amity, if they die they wanna have a chance of coming back as a ghost at the very least.

Anyways, Danny feels pure dread when Joker takes Jazz hostage, who was elected to be a chaperone for Danny's class since her volunteering would look good on college recommendations, and finds her little mutters about his mental health reminding him of Harley before she left him. He even jokes about needing a new partner and wonders how long it'll take to break her like he did to Harley.

Danny is frozen in his spot but something snaps when he hears Jazz cry out after Joker backhands her. Before anyone, even the Bats, realize it Danny is on top of the Joker beating his face in, he only gets up once, takes Joker's discarded crowbar and slams it over his head, barely grazing the dazed man but it does destroy the flooring behind him, while screaming to never ever touch his sister. That he will destroy Joker if he even thinks about coming after her. That even in the afterlife he'll never be safe from him.

All this happens so fast that by the time the Jocks from Danny's school, Red Hood and Nightwing get Danny off, Joker is beaten badly. He's still feral screaming at Joker though, calling him everything under the sun, spouting off about how the dead are ready to rip him apart when Joker (or you can have Danny call him by his actual name if you wanna strike some "the fuck? How'd he know that?") Finally passes away, that even death will not save him from Danny's wrath. Danny is squirming hard in their holds, nearly breaks free a few times when he hears Joker groaning, but only stops when Jazz, after getting looked over by Red Robin comes running over and just..

Hugs Danny.

And like a kitten getting scuffed by the neck he goes limp. Just breathes heavily, eyes burning from anger, fear, tears, and relief, before he returns the hug. He starts crying and mutters low that he can't lose her, that he almost lost her again and "is this even a fraction how Dan felt when he lost you?"

And Jazz just shushes him and does what she can to comfort him...

[akanemnon]

Well, she isn't exactly wrong

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[mxflora]

just want to express my adoration for this scene cuz Melissa and Noah are such an iconic duo

[matchstique]

Ok, I kinda love these nerds too. 😔💜