#unfazed danny

[beesarekindaswag]

Accidental Internet Fame

Gothamites filming a bat sighting : "Is that Nightwing? Doing flips for no reason?"

Danny, clutching a milkshake in one hand & scrolling tumblr with the other, passing by, deadpan: "Very acrobatic"

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Gotham Reporter after an attack by Mr Freeze : "Rogue, Mr Freeze has finally been defeated by the Batman but not without leaving a trail of destruction in his wake"

Sleep deprived teenager, unfazed : "Who fucked with the thermostat?" (He isn't complaining though, ice boy likes the cold)

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Joker, holding a group of hostages whilst doing his dramatic villain thing on livestream : "Tick tock, Batsy!"

The most clown hating teenager coming out of unconsciousness to see this shit : "If I kill you, do you think I'll get arrested or a medal?"

Gotham would 100% give him a medal if he did kill the joker.

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Just,,, Danny accidentally becoming this internet meme not as Phantom but as this random twink who keeps appearing in random videos & say either the stupidest or most unhinged shit.

Bonus points if he begins to look into cameras like he's on the office. Pretend his ghost powers let him know when he's being filmed or something and so one day when a rogue says something dumb during a monologue he just looks to where he knows a camera is with a "WTF" face.

[circe-pendragon]

Love how absolutely moronic Graywytch sounds whenever she’s misgendering Danny, like. Myra, hun, that’s a whole ass girl in front of you. You’re embarrassing nobody but yourself.

[sleepingdead96]

Ambassador Danny AU

Just a silly thing knocking around in my brain.

Batman halted in the door of the conference room, taking in the sight of a strange being lounging imperiously in his chair. His white hair seemed to defy gravity ever so gently and his green, glowing eyes—Jason’s eyes—stared back with none of the regard or fear so many people showed towards Batman. His tanned face was speckled with tiny stars that Batman had to actively resist becoming memorized by. The boy’s choice of covering was sheening armour that refracted the light through his chest-plate of black ice. The white sleet that sharpened his knuckles seemed perfectly capable of movement despite it encasing his hands in similar fashion to the chest-plate; glassy in it’s brutal edges and as hard as the sheets that form over the coldest of lakes. 

The watchtower had been invaded. Batman had questioned why the place was so cold when he’d arrived. Now he knew.

The only thing that kept Batman from immediately reacting might have—very much—had to do with how young he looked. A boy in the second half of his teens.

And the fact that several other Justice League members were at Batman’s back as he strolled further into the room, watching the boy warily.

The boy’s eyes were unconcerned as he watched the Justice League file in. Worryingly so. Who was he that he would be so unfazed, how powerful? Or was it faith he wouldn’t be harmed, taking advantage of the Justice League’s strong morals?

The teen had commandeered the chair with all the authority of a king and the confidence of one assured of their own position. He sprawled across it. The chairs were all identical of practical, unassuming make, but this boy made it look like his throne as he leaned heavily on one side and stretched one leg way on the other. A hand was extended to dangle off one chair-arm and he had a knee braced up, showing an armoured shin protecting his black, sturdy, cargo-like pants and iced boots that jagged treacherously upwards.

The boy smirked. “Took you long enough. I was getting bored.”

Batman resisted the urge to clamp his hands over his already protected ears from the unearthly static and screeching glaciers that came from the boy’s mouth. He noticed Superman flinch and his face grimace.

“Who are you?” Batman growled. This boy was obviously inhuman. He was also an unknown. Batman would be foolish to underestimate someone who had somehow infiltrated the watchtower without being seen or setting off any alerts. Who exuded too much confidence, as if the entire world was at his fingertips.

Attacking took the back-burner in favour of garnering information in such a concerning situation.

“You may address me as. . .” He contemplated a bit too much for Batman to believe whatever he would give them would be his true name. “Danny.”

“. . .Danny.” 

The name was so. . .normal.

“How did you get here?” Wonder Woman asked with hints of warning and aggression.

The boy smiled. He had fangs. Too many sharp teeth. He didn’t answer and was revelling in their ignorance.

“What are you doing here?” Superman asked. It said something about Danny’s energy that even superman was being cautious about approaching.

“Waiting for you.” He smirked.

“Why?” Batman pushed as much threat and intimidation into his stance and words as he could. He usually didn’t have to think about it. “What do you want?”

Danny chuckled and a shiver ran up Batman’s spine. Goosebumps formed even through the protective layers that shielded him from the cold.

“Why don’t you sit?” The words should have been innocent. They felt like a trap. “You’ve gathered for a meeting, haven’t you?” 

The league members didn’t move. Danny sighed.

“Fine, fine, fine.” He rolled his eyes and Batman was eerily reminded of how much the adolescent exasperation reminded him of his own children. Danny leaned off the chair arm to lean an elbow on the table instead, propping his chin up. He was all teeth. “The Infinite Realms wishes for peace. I’ve come to investigate the possibility of a treaty on behalf of the High King.”

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“THERE’S A DENIZEN OF THE INFINITE REALMS IN THE WATCHTOWER??!!!”

Batman held the phone away from his face at Constantine’s uncharacteristic display of panic. It did not bode well and it settled uncomfortably in his bones.

He grunted in affirmation.

Constantine swore up and down enough to fill Alfred’s swear jar ten times over. “What do they want?! What did you say to them!? Ohhhh, bloody ****! You’ve already antagonized them haven’t you?!”

“No.” Batman ground out.

Constantine was quiet. Several seconds ticked by.

“. . .WELL?!”

“He claims the High King wants to negotiate for peace.”

There was silence on the other end. Batman usually preferred it when Constantine was quiet, but this was thick and seemed to claw out of the phone to infect the watchtower. It muffled the noises and beeps and drowned out the presence of the other league members who had stepped out of the conference room with him.

Then there was a great, controlled release of wavery air. When Constantine spoke, it was more serious than Batman ever remembered hearing him.

“Okay, okay.” Constantine mumbled to himself. “Listen closely, Bats, and repeat everything, and I mean everything, to your circus clowns.”

Superman cleared his throat. “We’re here.”

“YOU LEFT THE AMBASSADOR ALONE?!”

“Of course not! Wonder Woman and Martian Manhunter are monitoring him.” Batman said. 

Constantine grumble-sighed. “Good.” He mumbled. “Two of the competent ones. I don’t trust Bats not to **** this up and get us all killed.”

“What now?” Flash said.

Batman was a little offended. “Constan—“

“NO!” He yelled vehemently. He sounded a little manic. “Batsy, you have the emotional intelligence of a wet paper bag, a sad, trampled, wet paper bag with so many holes that it can’t even be considered a bag anymore, you have the emotional intelligence of wet, paper scraps and the diplomacy of a feral hyena! Unless he addresses you first, Do. Not. Initiate! Do not open your mouth! I have no faith in you whatsoever!”

“I will n—“ Batman tried to growl again, but Constantine cut him off. Again!

“No!” Constantine reiterated oh, so eloquently. “Look.” He sighed. “Getting news of the newest High King since he defeated the last one has been near impossible. All Deadman will tell me is that he’s better than the last guy and we are incredibly lucky our entire dimension wasn’t wiped out after that stunt the American government pulled with the Anti-ecto Acts.”

Batman saw some of the leaguers pale. He suddenly wasn’t feeling the best either.

“Anti-Ecto Acts?”

“Laws declaring their species non-sentient and illegal, I dealt with it, thing is, this is an extremely delicate situation.” He stressed. “We don’t know what kind of ruler he is, what little thing might set him off, and we cannot afford to set the High King off! Capiche?! It’s a good sign that he’s willing to negotiate peace, but he could change his mind. Some ghosts are very temperamental.”

“Ghosts.” Several of the leaguers repeated. Constantine let out an incredibly exasperated sound.

“Do you idiots know nothing?! Yes, ghosts! The Infinite Realms is the dimension between dimensions, the land of the dead and the never-born! They are incredibly powerful entities and many of them could level our planet easily! Whatever you do, DO NOT ask how they’ve died! It is highly taboo and you’ll get yourselves killed!” Constantine let out a stressed groan.

“I would come back and deal with this myself, but I am. . .occupied at the moment. Don’t try to negotiate without me! You lot will muck everything up! And seriously, DO NOT ASK HOW THEY’VE DIED! Keep the Ambassador happy until I can get there, convince him to stay! We might not have another chance like this, don’t annoy them, do not ignore them, and, just in general, don’t give the ambassador any reason to deliver anything negative to King Phantom and have him erase us all, got it?”

The Justice League exchanged several, stunned looks.

“Got it?”

Batman grunted.

“Good. And Bats.” Constantine added lowly. “If this fails, I am blaming you for the end of the world.”

Constantine ended the call and the phone beeped before drowning everyone in silence. The leaguers shared more looks.

“Now what?” Hal said.

[the-b1ah]

What's your favorite dp×DC trope?

Great question!!! I have many favorites!!

-Jason and Danny doing the Spider-Man meme

- danny confusing the justice league

- Ellie being apart of young justice

But one pops to my mind first and it’s ….

phantom and batman vs Danny and Bruce interactions.

Phantom is unfazed (ha pun) by batman while Danny hates rich people trying to adopt him.

[rboooks]

The Royal Consort Part 2

Danny nervously took a sip out of the coffee mug. The rich liquid, filled with surgery goodness and creamer, helped settle his nerves as he tried to think of what to say.

Across from him sat Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and a man named John Constantine. Besides Danny, Jazz, and his parents sat, though only Jazz seemed unfazed by the situation, staring back at the heroes as if daring them to start a conversation first.

Sometimes he forgot she was the most mentally stable one in the family.

The Dark Knight had said nothing to him since he was brought up to the watch tower, the white lens of his mask staring back at Danny with no hint of emotion behind them.

This contrasts Superman, who had warmly offered them coffee and pie as they were brought into the meeting room. The man of steel had even allowed them all to pick a mug from the gift shop free of charge, smiling warmly when Danny hesitantly asked for a Martian Manhunter theme.

Wonder Woman had given him a courteous bow befitting her status. She seemed eager to sit down and get the peace summit going as soon as possible. It seemed she had prepared various speeches, bills, and other essential documents Danny had yet to understand in his Government Studies class. She offered the young man a warm smile whenever his eyes nervously wandered to her.

John Constantine mainly had remained silent past the few swears under his breath. He fiddled with Danny's necklace- the Royal Consort necklace. How could he have been so stupid to wear that around his neck for so long without realizing what it was? It did explain why that particular necklace had a whole room to be displayed in.

It was in the center, on a lavish pillow, on a pure marble pillar. Surrounding it were six more miniature lockets, each on their own less extravagant pillar and pillow, with similar symbols. The smaller ones almost tempted Danny until he saw that this necklace had white and red, his favorite colors.

The others had been black and red.

He wonders now what the lockets meant and if giving one to Dani had been a mistake. He hadn't had the time to text her, seeing as he had been whisked away by the Justice League as soon as he woke up.

He was escorted out of his home before ten am with news crews tripping over themselves to get a few shots of Ecto-Royalty. They had his house surrounded, flashes and questions coming from all sides as the paparazzi struggled to be the first to get Consort Daniel Fenton to comment for them.

Danny swears Sam had been one of them, laughing silly with Tucker, who had somehow gotten a hold of a prominent news camera. The two had likely thought his secret had been outed and were trying to sneak him away while pretending to be media.

"Come on. Come on," Constantine muttered in frustration, poking a glowing finger into the center of his locket. Each time he did, a soft ding went off in Danny's head, and he fought to not react. He thinks Batman had seen his flinch the first time it happened, but he hadn't said anything about it yet, so Danny hoped he was wrong.

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Danny grimaces as the sound replays over and over again before he can't take it anymore and finally speaks up. "Could...could you not do that to my necklace?"

Constantine blinks, then hastily places his locket on the table as if it burned him. "Forgive me, your Majesty. I meant no disrespect."

"It's cool dude. You, ugh, don't have to call me that, by the way. Danny is fine."

The magic-user shakes his head. "Forgive me, your Majesty, but I could not do something so disrespectful. I can switch to Prince Danny, but never Danny. If His Majesty Phantom were to hear me make such a blunder, it could break apart any form of peace. I'm sure you know how much ghost value rules."

Danny thinks of the Yearly Treaty, Walker with his prison, The Observant's court, Clockwork's time frames, and even Far Frozen formal speech. He sighs. "Yeah, Phantom won't care, but his subjects will."

"Exactly."

"Speaking of King Phantom, would he be joining us soon?" Wonder Woman asks. Danny has a moment of panic before Jazz smoothly steps in.

"Phantom and Danny agree to not have him appear if Danny is near our parents." She says, gesturing to their horrified parents.

"What?" Mom looks close to tears, guilt making her face seem much older than Danny has ever thought possible. "Honey, is this true?"

Danny shifts in his seat. "Yes?"

"Oh Honey, why?"

"What are we going to do today, Jack?" Jazz cuts in again in a poor imitation of their mom. She deepens her voice, trying to match Dad's happy-go-lucky tune as she dramatically shakes her fist. "What we do every day, Maddie. Try to capture the ghost boy and rip him molecule by molecule!"

The other heroes make faces, but nothing compares to the devastated expressions on his parents' faces. He almost told them it was okay, that he had forgiven them, but Jazz glanced sharply in his direction and knew it was best not to say anything.

She has often said the only way he could rally heal from all the unintended trauma their parents inflected on them- not just the hunting but slight negligence- was to have them first see exactly what they had done. It would be harsh, but it would be necessary.

"Makes sense" That is all Dad says. He's been so quiet since this morning. Danny is worried about him.

"That explains why he hasn't answered the summons." Constantine sighs. Danny opens his mouth to ask, but Superman beats it to him.

"You were summoning him?"

"Attempting to." Constantine corrects. "Prince Danny's locket has a calling bacon in it. Someone pressing magic against the center alerts King Phantom that his husband wants to speak to him. It's difficult magic too. Anyone with less control or power would be blown to smithers if they attempt it. Or, in Prince Danny's case tapping his finger against it works too since the necklace is for him. "

"Would anyone with the necklace be able to call Phantom then?" Batman finally speaks up. His voice makes Danny jump in his seat. It sounds a lot....darker than he thought a human could make.

"No. The necklace would only work if Prince Danny willingly let someone have it. If someone tried to take it by force, the necklace would transport itself back to King Phantom's lair or Prince Danny's person."

Danny clears his throat. ''Phantom and I have other rules. He can only come to see me if I'm not in school or if one of his subjects is attacking Amity Park. Otherwise, he mostly stays within the Infinity Realms."

Constantine nods as if that makes perfect sense. "The strain on your body must make it difficult to keep your husband here."

Danny nods, then takes another sip.

"If you don't mind me asking. How did you meet King Phantom?" Superman asks.

"I'm....a meta. I can make my eyes glow in the dark and I can turn invisible." Danny blurts, making both his parents gasp. Jazz nods as if it was common knowledge and not something Danny made up on the spot.

Those two abilities have always been more linked to his emotions, so Danny thought if he established a fake meta gene as the cause if he was later caught doing them, no one would bat an eye. The world was watching him now, he needed to be careful. "It's nothing really impressive, but I guess the day I activated it caught his attention."

"How so?"

"Um, well I was playing in my parents' lab when my best friends dared me to go into the portal. I thought it wouldn't work, so I did, but it launched me into the zone as soon I stepped into it. Phantom was this big ice looking thing flying by when I was falling in the zone- they don't really have ground in there. Everything was floating, but I just started falling and screaming since I couldn't fly. He caught me and offered to help me back to my home. The only thing was I didn't know how to go home, which way was up or down, and I didn't know how long I was gone. We tried to fly for a while, but the Infinite Realms always change. By that time, my home portal had moved to who knew where. Phantom took me to his lair to rest, Phantom, since he thought I was a baby ghost because my eyes glowed until I accidentally cut my hand on one of his icicles and bled-"

"You allowed your human blood to fall in his lair!?" Constantine sounds horrified. Oops? Maybe, stealing one of Frost Bites' few human encounter stories wasn't the brightest thing he could have done?

Oh well, he's already so far into the story. "Yeah, he reacted the same way. I freaked and turned myself invisible when he saw my blood."

"Blimey, I knew King Phantom is a protective spirit, but to think he didn't do anything to you once he found out you are a human- a virgin human no less- in his own lair? Benevolent is too little of a word for him."

Yeah, Danny really didn't like the sound of that. Sadly Constantine didn't seem willing to continue that line of conversation, and it would be really suspicious if he asked for more information since he is supposed to be the most informed person here.

After a slight pause, he continues, trying to sound confident. "He helped me get home after a while. Once we found the entrance to Amity Park, he asked if he could come to see me again in the living world. I told him it was fine, but I didn't think he meant it for real. Sam and Tucker- ugh my best friends- said I was only gone for three minutes but I swear it was much longer."

Danny could feel his face heating up. This is so embarrassing to be talking about himself in the third person. He felt so lame.

Jazz gave him an encouraging nod when he peaks at her. At least the others were buying his story.

"The next thing I know, my town is almost overturned by ghosts because, apparently, our passing through the portal stabilized it and established it as a new permanent entrance. I told Phantom, who vowed he keep it safe for me, and yeah, he fumbled a bit in the beginning, but he did a good job. Whenever he needed to fight I had to find somewhere safe to hide, so that I could keep him here, and that's why I missed so much of school and sleep all of freshmen year. His last big fight was against the old king Pariah Dark after the monster took Amity Park into the zone. Once he won, he was crowned and he um gave me this necklace. We've been going ugh, steady since."

The room was silent until Wonder Woman smiles "A most romantic tale Prince Danny."

Ugh, it really was. His face grew even redder as Jazz snorted. "Thank you."

Feeling an intense stare, Danny looks up, only to be met with Batman's emotionless face. "The reason you and King Phantom look exactly alike is that he took your shape, didn't he?"

What.

"That's standard practice." Constantine waves his hand. "Powerful beings that need to anchor themselves to the human realm often take humanoid figures. If King Phantom saw Prince Danny and thought he was the most beautiful person he's ever seen -which is likely since there haven't been any hints of Phantom having any partner before now- he would, of course, make himself look like him. He even copied his parents' hazard suits because he likely thought that would honor them. Am I right, Prince Danny? ."

I could kiss you, English man. Danny thinks gratefully as he nods.

Batman grunts but for a second, Danny thinks he didn't buy it. He doesn't say anything else.

"Well, what about-"

Whatever Wonder Woman was going to say gets cut off by a blur flying into the room. The heroes all spring up into battle positions as the blur rushes Danny. He's about to throw himself before his sister to protect her until the blur slows down.

It's Dani. She's wearing her own necklace too. Shit.

"Are you okay!?" She gasps. "I saw them take you on the TV and came as soon as I could!"

"Who are you?" Superman demands. His clone turns to the other side of the room, hands pose in a fighting stance and the British man gasps.

"Stand down! She's a royal!." He shouts, pointing at her necklace. His blue eyes flicker between the two halfas until they widen dramatically. "Princess, I swear we have done no harm to your father."

Dani tilts her head, momently thrown. "My father?"

"You are wearing the Heir Apparent symbol. I assumed you were made from Prince Danny and King Phantom. I apologize if I am wrong."

"No need. I am made from Danny." Dani smiles, likely unaware that the magic man meant a daughter rather than the correct answer, as in clone.

"I'm a grandmother!?" Mom shouts, and his Dad bursts into tears.

The room descends into chaos.

( Part 1 ) (Part 3)

[ghostbsuter]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 3 )

> previous

.・゜-: ✧ :-

"Why are you avoiding me." Green eyes, sharp and unflinching, locked on Danny.

Startled, he turns to the younger boy, Damian? Bruce's only blood kid, he reminds himself.

"I'm not avoiding you." He denies, shaking his head, eyes trailing off.

But Damian knows, he learned and memorised the movements, signs, and behaviour of human kind.

"Do not lie to me, Nightingale."

The use of the name triggers something, and both Damian and Danny jump back, startled and cautious.

"What's the meaning of this!" The boy demanded, snatching his sword from the hilt.

The other raised his hands, pleading. "Look Damian– put the sword down and let me explain, please?"

They stood in tense silence, the sword pushed down reluctant and swiftly tugged back in.

"Explain."

Danny sighs in relief.

"You're more than aware of your parentage, yes?"

A nod, if not slightly confused. "Wayne?"

"No, al Ghul."

He keeps his facial expression and body language closed, obviously trained, and tilts his head to the Ghost. Listening, assessing.

Danny swallows as the air takes on sparks, dangerously close to one another.

If only Dick was in the mansion, maybe he'd cut the air with a knife followed by laughter and help him escape.

"The al Ghul line is in a delicate balance that can be toppled any time," he explains. "it's an old house, new compared to the houses of ancient, but powerful."

"You're saying," Damian drawls, carefully placing the words to form the sentence. "that the line of Al Ghul is... magic." He is studying the older, eyes narrowed and focused.

He knew such accusation would be called ridiculous by the younger. It would definitely earn him a few attempted kills.

"Not all dark houses are magic, just magic adjusted. The reason al Ghul is where it is today is that the founder, your grandfather, is still alive."

"You're aware such claims would have your head."

A wince.

"Fine." Damian scoffs. "We will go back to that after, tell me of the name triggering then."

"Names have power, but family names are more powerful, especially those of dark houses. If another dark house calls—"

"It registers as a warning and summoning." He finished, unfazed at the owlish blinks received.

"You were taught."

"I was, you're right, the al Ghuls are not magic. I haven't taken it seriously back then, I now see the error of my actions." The boy simply states, arms crossed.

"Calling another house of dark by name and immediately pulling a weapon is a declaration of challenge." Dannt adds after a moment of quiet. "I would rather not fight and make an enemy here."

"Not an enemy, but neither an ally?" Is quickly thrown back.

The Nightingale shrugs. "I'm not fond of your grandfather," he admits. "but it's known that every generation changes the house, I would not mind being the ally of the al Ghuls, if it meant you did the contract."

"Being an ally to my name only and to the al Ghul if asked." Green eyes, borderline neon, it reminds Danny of the zone. "Bold."

A grin cracks through, and Danny gestures to the door. "We can discuss the terms during snack time, if you wish, al Ghul."

A spark and Damian scowls harder. "Stop that." He says. "Let's do so, Father would be quite pleased knowing I've made more allies."

As he stomps to out, Danny follows with a jump in his steps, very pleased.

Nightingale 1, Constantine 0!

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Bruce crashed to the ground.

The bright green portal that brought him here snapped shut above him leaving him stranded in an unknown location. He had just managed to stand up when he heard someone call out to him.

"Hey!" A boy with black hair and blue eyes came running up to him, "Are you okay?"

Bruce grunted, glaring at the small creature trailing behind the child through his cowl, "I'm fine. Where am I?"

"You're in Unova, smack dab inside the Pinwheel forest." The kid said, "What an unlucky place to land."

"Unlucky how?"

Aside from giving him a disapproving look, the child was unfazed by his tone. "The Pinwheel forest got its name because its a natural maze. The monsters here are weak but you might find yourself going in circles if you're not careful."

Batman thought for a moment, "monsters?"

The child smiled and Bruce thought he looked like his other children before the boy excitedly introduced his "partner pokemon": Aron

The Aron in question made happy little noises as it approached and nuzzled its metal face into the side of Batmans boot. Cute.

"Oh, by the way, my names Danny. Do you want me to take you to town? There's a professor there that you can talk to. She might not be able to help you get back to your home world but maybe she can find someone who can."

Batman narrowed his eyes at him, "How did you know I wasn't from this world. Thats not usually the first conclution people jump to."

For the first time since Danny had met the Batman he actually squirmed a bit. "Anyway, let's get started! It's a long trek to town!"

It took them about two days to get out of the forest. Danny had thankfully lent him use of his equipment and food. It was nice having a tent to sleep it when the rain hit on the first night, even if it was a little cramped. Aron curled up between them to soak up thier body heat like a housecat.

It was also a relief that Danny could cook, though Bruce had no idea where the child was storing all of this stuff.

Danny ran off into town, saying that people were going to ask a lot of questions if a guy dressed as a bat came strolling into town and if he was going to be staying in this world for a while it was probably best to get him some normal clothes.

Bruce reluctantly agreed and after telling him his sizes the kid ran off to the store, leaving Aron behind to "protect him". Bruce hated relying on a childs generosity to get by.

Soon enough the kid came back with an all black outfit, saying something about it suiting him. Bruce left to change and came back to Danny giving Aron and his other pokemon Staryu some Oran berries.

After that they finally set off to town.

The professor was nice, if infuriatingly calm about giving literal monsters to random children. The professor even offered Bruce a pokemon egg since he was probably going to be in this world a while.

Bruce accepted the gift, wondering what he was getting himself into when Danny got excited.

The child explained that he was a treasure hunter/explorer by trade that survived by finding things he could sell in shops but he wasn't a very strong trainer and had to be careful where he went due to the presence of powerful pokemon.

Danny then asked Bruce to travel with him to be his bodyguard.

Bruce was very displeased to discover people set thier kids loose into a monster infested world around the age of ten and horrified to know the actual survival rate of this stupidity.

Bruce agreed to protect him and got registered as a pokemon trainer and was given the egg and some pokeballs. Danny offered to teach him how to catch pokemon as Bruce planted a listening device somewhere.

They set off back into the pinwheel forest to catch Bruces first pokemon and to start thier journey.

Meanwhile, Dannys excited to travel with someone who seems like a proper dad.

It couldn't hurt to pretend, right?

[alexandthensome]

I feel like Danny has a really specific relationship with everyone in the BatFam that culminates in very different ways

Like Danny and Tim would have a lot in common based on the fact that 1.) their parents are kinda weird and 2.) they don’t tell anyone about anything until it comes up out of nowhere

Like one day while Danny was watching TV with Dick, Jason, and Tim, Tim mentions something about The Joker being hospitalized before getting sent back to Arkham Asylum.

Danny without missing a beat goes

“Oh please he’ll be fine, I almost got killed fighting my future self once and look at me, I’m great now.”

Everyone except Tim stops what they’re doing because they’re trying to comprehend the sentence they just heard

Dick replies, “Im sorry, you did what?”

And Tim who has also been traumatized enough times that he needs a punch card replies

“Oh, that’s nothing. This one time I had injuries that were so bad I had to get my spleen removed.”

Dick, fully losing his composure screams at Tim “I’m sorry, YOU DID WHAT!!!”

Danny replies “Dude, that’s so metal.”

Jason is busy doing mental gymnastics trying to figure out how none of them figured this out yet and he just goes

“When did you have the time to lose your spleen??”

Which prompts Tim (who is still unfazed at this point) to recant the entire situation that led to this and then he finishes his story like

“And now I have no spleen and no immune system. 🙂”

And poor Jason and Dick who are genuinely never on the same wavelength both yell

“YOU DONT HAVE AN IMMUNE SYSTEM?!?!?”

Meanwhile Danny is just sitting here watching this whole thing go down and just goes

“God I love this family, they’re just as crazy as mine.”

[amaramizuki666]

Dp x dc crossover

So I like to think that the citizens of amity park especially the teens how the "meh I've seen weirder stuff" or "not impressed I've seen a ghost dragon this is lame in comparison" mentality.

And I'd like to think that persay Casper high goes on a school trip too say Gotham and see a bat vrs clown fight. Like everyone is screaming, fear gas is in the air, harleys hyenas are running wild, while the bat fam is having it out with the joker and his minions. And like one of the batfam or a random civilian says "you have to run this is extremely dangerous" to a completely unfazed Casper high student or teacher and all they have to say is "nah I'm good" and the batfam member or civilian just continues to go back and forth with them about getting to safety

Bonus if its danny, sam, tucker, or jazz

[mortiferumsomnum]

Soup Kitchens and Runaway Ghosts (Part 2)

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It was night outside, with the owls hooting and bats flying under the light of the moon.

Jason had a hand on Dani’s shoulder as they sat in the (illegal) Doctor’s kitchen. Although she was putting on a brave face, she was trembling and pulling at the ends of her sweater. Her eyes never left the open door to the room Danny was getting medical help from. They couldn’t see his body, but they could see the Doctor walking to and fro’ the bed Danny was placed on.

“Hey,” Jason whispered, soothingly, hoping it’s the same comforting way Dick does.

Slowly, her gaze turns to him. Her chin was trembling, and she looked like she was on the verge of crying. Shit. What would Dick do? Jason didn’t think this far in the comforting thing.

So, he tugged the little girl closer, hugging her with his arm. “It’ll be okay,” he whispered to her. “He’s in good hands.”

She sniffed, and huffed through the sob that tore through her lips. “I... I don’t know how I could keep Danny safe...”

Jason glanced to her, but she was looking back to the open door. ‘What do you mean?’ he wanted to ask. ‘It’s not your job to take care of him,’ he wanted to say.

Instead, he whispered, “You did your best.” Because she did. She did her best to get food from his soup kitchen for both her and Danny, not at all stopping to eat in the cafeteria, only thinking to have her containers filled. She stole from drug stores. She tried bandaging Danny even if she didn’t know how to do it properly. She took care of him with everything she could.

(A passing memory of his mom, Catherine, flashes in his mind.)

That only made her chin tremble more, which prompted Jason to hug her closer. 

Finally, the Doctor stepped out.

***

- The Doctor tells Dani that Danny’s okay now, and that he’ll be telling the Red Hood everything that needs to be done to keep up with the treatment. Then, he tells Dani that she could go and see him. She didn’t need to be told twice and ran into the room.

- The Doctor closes the door, then grunted at the Red Hood. “Look, man. I know I said I would help you for anything medical-related, but I think I need to draw the line at freaky supernatural shit. His blood literally had green where the plasma was supposed to be.”

- Jason removed the safety of his gun.

- The Doctor was unfazed. “I’m not going to tell anyone, but men in white managing to track these kids down because they’re, what, ghosts???? Which is weird because that kid’s heart was beating????? And he’s alive??? In fact, the green stuff does a better job than regular human plasma, it’s unreal, man. Since it replaced the plasma the kid was supposed to HAVE, I’m calling it green plasma, for simplicity, yeah.”

- Jason’s not worried about that. “Tell me about the kid,” he said. “How is he, moving forward?”

- The Doctor’s face pinched. “It’s... not bad... anymore...”

- “Anymore?”

- “Look, when you brought the kid in, it’s exactly as you told me: Vivisection wounds, 3rd degree burns from laser guns, infection...” 

- The Red Hood was getting impatient with the way he was loosely fidgeting with his gun. 

- “Bottom line is, once everything was cleaned and properly stitched, he started... healing? On his own?? I took blood samples, and the green plasma has something to do with it. You know how plasma literally moves the blood cells? It seems to enhance their functions as well. The enhanced white blood cells were fighting against the infection that was also enhanced by the plasma. Once the infection was removed, it was smooth sailing for his body. Now, all the kid needs is rest, food and water.”

- Jason hummed. “I’m burning this house down.” There was a chance that the kids would be leaving some kind of bio-signature in this place, and the Doctor was one of the most competent people he knew after Leslie. He was also really easy to intimidate, but despite the fear, he does his job well. Works well under pressure, like what he wrote in his resume. “Change your clothes and pack your bags, Doc. I’m going to lend you one of my safehouses.”

- The Doctor was quick to nod his head. “I assume that you’re destroying the blood samples as well?”

- Jason pointed his gun towards him. “Did you take a sample?”

- The Doctor was fast to shake his head. “Like I said, I want nothing to do with the supernatural, man. I’m already knees deep in crime, and I really don’t want to be making contracts with beings more demonic than you are.”

- Jason huffed, putting his gun away. “The demon is my brother.” The Doctor squeaked. “After changing, leave your clothes here. It’s burning with the rest of the house.”

- “You got it, man,” said the Doctor, leaving the room with a brisk pace.

- Jason then went in where Danny and Dani were, and it seems like the kid was finally sleeping peacefully on the bed he was in. He was changed into a loose pajama that the Doctor probably had, and was tucked under a clean, beige blanket. Just as the Doctor said, he was looking a hundred times better. 

- Dani was smiling. Once she saw him, she jumped out of her seat and ran up to him, hugging his middle while laughing. “He’s okay!” she said. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!!”

- Jason chuckled, patting her head. “No problem, kid.” Even if the Doctor did most of the job.

- “Uh, yes problem?” The Doctor came into the room, clothes changed and face white. “There’s... there’s people... white suits... outside... secret police?? Government agents?? Oh god...”

- Unconsciously, Jason tugged Dani closer.

- Then, Jason took out a domino mask from his leather jacket and an extra rebreather, throwing it to the Doctor. “Put that on, Doc. We can’t have them knowing your face when we make our escape.”

- The Doctor scrambled to put it on. 

- Jason turned to Dani. “Get Danny and turn invisible like you did before.”

- “Uh, I can turn all of us invisible and get us to the car if you guys hold on to me,” she said.

- Jason blinked beneath his Red Hood helmet. “You... could do that?”

- Dani blushed in embarrassment while nodding. “I was panicking when they first showed up, okay?! I could fly us to the car as fast as I can, but they’ll still be able to track us...”

- Jason nodded. He turned to Danny, who was now being carried by the Doctor. “I got ‘im,” he whispered, eyes wide in fear and knees trembling. Jason really doesn’t want him carrying Danny since Dani did just fine earlier, but he also didn’t know how much concentration she needs to bring all of them out.

- Jason went into the kitchen and opened the gas tank connected to the stove. Then, he and the Doctor walked close to Dani.

- She grabbed onto the back of their shirts, and turned them invisible. Thankfully, he could make out the outline of Dani floating them in the room.

- Also, the Doctor was screaming like a banshee. A panicking banshee.

- “WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP?!?!?” Dani yelled.

- “I’M TRYING!!!”

- “Would my gun work through the invisibility?”

- “We’re not intangible yet, so... I think so?”

- That shut the Doctor up.

- The smell of gas was getting strong.

- “Let’s get outta here,” said Dani. And tuned them intangible, and---- holy shit. Jason couldn’t feel his insides... or his outsides... or anything from his body. He felt... nothing. Not even floaty or light. It was as if he didn’t exist. They fazed through so many walls until they made it out of the house.

- But just as they made it out, the men in white’s gadget started beeping like crazy again.

- “They’re close!”

- “Find them!”

- Thank God the Doctor was quiet.

- Jason watched as they were floated into the car. Jason lost his intangibility and invisibility first, being dropped into the driver’s seat. The Doctor was dropped in the backseat with Danny, and Dani sat in the passenger’s.

- “Put your seatbelt on.”

- Dani looked incredulously at him.

- The Doctor did as Jason told, wrapping one around Danny as well as he laid in the back with them.

- “They’re over there!!” one of the men in white yelled.

- Some blasters were shooting at them now, and the Doctor rightfully screamed again.

- Jason started the car, then took out his gun and shot at one of the blasters.

- The blaster was about to go off, and its shot was redirected to the window of the house.

BOOM!

- While the men in white ducked for cover, away from the explosion, Jason drove away, increasing his speed.

- But no matter how fast he was going, trying to get away, the men in white were chasing after them again in their vans, installed blasters getting out and ready to shoot them again. God, they’re annoying.

- “I... I could blast them too!”

- There’s too many of them. 5 vans, plowing through the trees with their comically giant blasters. One was moving forward.

- He turned to Dani. “Try to make the one in front turn around just as they’re about to launch a blast. It’ll hit the other vans.”

- Dani nodded and fazed through the top of the car, hands glowing green. Just as she left, Jason could see form the rearview mirror how Dani transforms. Although the dark of the night made it unclear in a few places, he could clearly see her hair turning white and clothes changing. He couldn’t see her face as she was faced towards their pursuers. 

- Her hands then let out a long green blast towards the van. Just as Jason said, the van flipped, it’s blasters hitting the other two vans behind it. Dani then sent another blast to the other vans, but it was unsuccessful, learning immediately from the first van that was attacked.

- Dani came back into the Hoodmobile (Jason still hates the name, but there really isn’t other name to call it), sitting in the passenger seat and buckling up once more. “What do we do now?”

- They were heading towards Brown Bridge, just past that is China Town, into GCPD territory. If he could just get into the abandoned sections, he’ll be able to get into Red Robin’s patrol route. The techy Robin would be able to fry their devices just as well as Oracle. 

- Only a few Gothamites brave travelling at night, but the streets are mostly empty, thankfully. No civilian will be involved in this crazy chase.

- “We’re heading into one of my brothers’ territories,” he said.

- The Doctor squeaked. “The Demon one???”

- “No,” said Jason.

- “You have a Demon for a brother?” Dani asked, eyes looking excited.

- “He might as well be one,” said Jason, increasing his speed once more. 

- He passed by a GCPD patrol car, but the driver didn’t chase after him after seeing two vans with massive weapons of mass destruction driving past him. Like the good, corrupt officer he was, he deleted the footage of what he had just seen from his police cameras attached to his person and car.

- Finally, Jason was driving through the abandoned warehouse district of Chinatown. Then, Jason activated his comms. “Red Hood to Red Robin, where the fuck are you?”

- “Red Robin to Red Hood, fuck you, too.”

- “Listen kid, there are some shitheads in white chasing after me. Have you heard from O?”

- “We tried hacking into their systems once they fixed it. No progress. Need me to fry their systems again?”

- “As much as possible. Where’s your nearest safehouse? One that could cover the biological-traces of someone.”

- “Including the post-mortem traces of someone?”

- “Fuck, Replacement, you got something like that? Should I be worried? How many bodies are you hiding??”

- “Hardy-har-har, Hood,” said Red Robin. “They upgraded their coding to avoid being hacked and frying their servers again. Can you hold out for 5 minutes?”

- “3 minutes, Double-R. They brought more of their buddies-- SHIT!!” Jason swerved the car to avoid hitting a pole, entering a warehouse and breaking through the old, wooden walls. “Make it 1 minute! They’re fucking multiplying!”

- “Oh shit! Hood! Look out!” the Doctor screamed, pointing to the biggest blaster Jason’s ever seen.

- Fucking hell. Jason turned to Dani, who was looking at the blaster with wide eyes and a panicked look on her face. “I... I can..” She was panicking, trying to think up of things to do to make the situation better, but Jason is NOT going to let her to anything. She did enough. It’s Jason’s job to take care of her and her brother/cousin right now. (And the Doctor, but that man is the least of his priorities. Sorry, Doc.)

- “I’m almost done, Hood!”

- A stray blast hit the already, severely dented hood of Jason’s car, knocking it off to show its engine. Shitshitshit... He unbuckled his seatbelt, to which Dani and the Doctor followed. ”Red! You done yet?!” he yelled into the comms.

- Red Robin didn’t answer. 

- Instead, Jason watched as the vans exploded. 

- Jason leaned towards Dani, covering her view before she could see the guts and limbs fly.

- “Shit... I didn’t mean to do that...” Red Robin said on the comms, voice trembling. “I didn’t...”

- Turning to Dani, her face was frozen. “They... they’re...”

- “Hey, hey, hey... it’s okay... it’s alright,” whispered Jason, taking her into his arms. He thought he managed to hide her from the deaths.

- She shook her head. “I... I could feel their souls leaving... I could feel... they’re scared... others are angry... They’re...”

- Well, shit.

- “Let’s get somewhere safe, yeah?” said Jason. 

- Dani only nodded, most likely numb and dissociating. Great. Trauma. Okay. Fantastic. Fuck.

- “Red Robin, you still there?” asked Jason.

- “I... yeah. I’m here.”

- Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Okay, Jason. You need to be the voice of reason for a whole bunch of traumatized kids right now. Okay. 

- “Double R? Where’s the safehouse and how far is it?” Jason asked.

- “It’s in Upper West Side, right along Schnapp Avenue. There’s an abandoned bookstore there. It’s right above there. The walls are covered with everything you need to cover you.”

- “Okay, we’ll meet up with you there.”

- “I... I’m going, too?”

- Jason wanted to sigh, run a hand down his face, or even punch one of the dead guys that were chasing after them. But he answered, “Yeah, kid. You have any chocolate in there?”

- “Agent A stocks up my safehouses himself.”

- “Good. I really do have everything I need there, then. I’m also bringing along some guests, ‘cause I’m not the only one these bastards are after.”

- Red Robin was quiet.

- “Kids, one who looks younger than the Demon Brat, and the other looks younger than you... and some Doctor that got involved in all this.”

- “Shit...” Red Robin whispered. “Did they...”

- “See? No.” Jason’s not going to tell him that Dani felt the deaths, tho. “I’ll be there in 15 minutes, Red.”

- It was quiet.

- “Red?”

- “Y-yeah... okay. I’ll... I’ll be there, Hood.” Click. Red Robin was no longer on the comms.

- Well... Shit.

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[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [06]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3.4k 

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Granddad opts out on coming along for the barbecue because even though he’s doing much better already, he’s worried about not being able to make it through the afternoon without his injuries acting up, and so he tells you to have fun and give his regards to the Ricciardo's and Daniel in particular. You promise him you will. 

You’ve decided to take your own car this time, instead of Granddad’s old beat up ute, the working airconditioning a definite plus on this warm late Winter’s day. The weather has done a complete turnaround after yesterday's storm, the sun shining brightly and the temperature high enough to warrant a barbecue. In the backseat, Ellie’s in deep conversation with Mr Koala about the upcoming get-together while you navigate your way through the suburbs of Perth singing along to the songs on the radio.

It's not too long of a drive, Daniel's parents living on the east side of the city, but there's some sporting event going on later today that's generated a lot of traffic. It's almost twelve-thirty when you finally pull up to the address Daniel texted you yesterday and Ellie’s already starting to doze off in her car seat. For a moment you debate parking in the shade of the big gum tree and sitting with her for an hour or so, until you can safely wake her up, but it seems silly and you decide to take your chances and carefully pick up Ellie from her car seat instead.

She seems unfazed, even lets out a cute little snore, and so with her now fully asleep in your arms you grab the diaper bag and walk over to the front door. Before you even have a chance to ring the bell the door swings open and Daniel steps into view.

He opens his mouth, no doubt to greet you, but then he spots Ellie and smiles, whispering a quiet, "Hi."

"Hi. Sorry," you reply, pulling a face. "I'd hoped we would have made it sooner so she'd still be awake but-"

"Ah, nonsense," Daniel says as he steps aside and motions for you to come in, holding out his hand so he can take the bag from you. "If you want we can put her on the couch? Or in the spare bedroom upstairs?"

"The couch is fine," you tell him as you follow him inside. "That way I can hear her when she wakes up." The living room he takes you to is nice and cool and you carefully lay Ellie down, making sure Mr Koala is within reach for her. 

"Does she need a blanket, or anything?"

There's a hint of concern in his voice and so you quickly tell him, "That's ok, her hoodie should be warm enough." You press a kiss to Ellie's cheek and stroke her hair, "Momma's right outside, bub. I'll see you soon, ok?"

When you stand up Daniel nods towards the garden, "Let me introduce you to the rest of the family."

Daniel's mother spots you as soon as you step outside and quickly makes her way over to you, pulling you into a warm hug when she greets you, "Hello sweetheart, it's so nice to meet you."

You return the hug and can't help but smile, "Thank you for having me."

"Of course," she says as she pulls back, resting her hands on your arms as she introduces herself, "I'm Grace and this-" she motions for Daniel's father to come closer, "-is my husband Joe."

You shake Joe's hand, "It’s very nice to meet you."

“Absolute pleasure,” Joe says and you can’t help but notice how much he and Daniel sound alike. “I hope Danny hasn’t been causing too much trouble on the farm?”

“Oh no, quite the opposite.” You smile at Daniel’s parents, “He’s been a great help.” 

Next to you Daniel gives his Dad a very pointed ‘Told you so’ look that makes his Dad roll his eyes and his Mum shake her head. 

Grace looks at you with a kind smile then, "Danny told me you have a little girl? Is she here with you?

"Yeah, I- She fell asleep on the way over so Daniel said I could put her down on your couch, if that's ok?"

"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo," Grace smacks his chest. "We have a perfectly fine cot upstairs, why would you-"

"Oh no. No-" you quickly jump in, "-that's ok. I'd rather have her closeby so I can hear her when she wakes up. She's always a bit confused when we go somewhere new."

"Exactly," Daniel agrees with a self-satisfied grin. 

His mother throws him a look that makes him swallow whatever it was he was going to say next and turns back to you, “And how’s your grandfather doing, dear? We heard he took a nasty tumble?”

“He’s doing much better,” you tell her with a smile. “He can already walk short distances again, but we’ve still got a bed set up for him in the living room because the stairs are a bit of a challenge.” You look from Grace to Daniel then, “He wanted me to thank you for inviting him, by the way. He wanted to come but the long drive and-”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Grace says with a kind smile. She takes your elbow then, “Let me introduce you to the rest of the family.” Leading you to the large table in the middle of the garden she introduces you to Michelle, her husband, and their kids, Isaac and Isabella. 

“You’re the alpaca lady, right?” Isabella asks you, almost in awe.

You nod, “Yeah, we’ve got three of them.” Then, with a wink, “They’re all girls too.”

Blake and Michael wait until you've promised Isabella you'll tell her more about the alpacas later before they come over to greet you. Blake gives you a quick, one-armed hug before Michael throws both his arms around you without hesitating, "Good to see you again!"

"Same," you beam back at him before you look from Michael to Blake. "Thanks again for helping out yesterday, guys. That was ace."

"No worries," Blake tells you with a grin. Next to him Michael nods.

It’s then Daniel comes up to you, resting his hand on the small of your back confidently, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

***

He tries to listen, really he does, but he finds himself stealing glances at her, watching her as she tells the story of yesterday’s rescue mission and shows pictures of the Alpacas to Isabella, and so he notices too late the conversation around him has died down. When he looks back at his best friends he finds both Blake and Michael staring at him with knowing looks. Daniel shrugs, “What? It’s a good story.”

Blake snorts and Michael shakes his head, “You need to talk to her, mate.”

“I know.” 

Michael is about to say something else but there’s a cry coming from inside the house then and from the corner of his eyes Daniel can see her get up and rush inside.  He gives his friends an apologetic smile, “I’ll go see if they’re alright.”

Without waiting for a reply he heads towards the house, trying to act casual enough not to draw any attention but failing when he catches his mother looking at him with her eyebrows raised from where she’s sitting at the table. He feigns innocence, “I’ll just go see if they need anything.”

“You do that,” his mother tells him with a self-satisfied smile and a wink at his sister.

When he gets inside he hears her explain where they are to Ellie, her voice soft when she tells her daughter, “This is where Danny’s mum and dad live, bub. And Michael and Blake are here. And you’ll get to meet Isaac and Isabella and-”

“Danny,” Ellie whispers.

“Yep, Danny’s here too,” she agrees quietly. 

“Danny home?”

Daniel smiles as he puts her bottle in the microwave. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop but he likes hearing them talk about him, likes that he’s becoming important enough for Ellie to ask about. 

“It used to be,” he hears her explain. “Danny lives next to Pop-pop now. His home is in Mundaring.”

It’s then Ellie spots him, letting out an excited, “Danny!”

He can’t help but smile as he walks over to where they’re sitting on the couch, warmed up bottle of milk in hand, “Here you go, Miss Ellie.” He looks at her then, “I hope it’s ok I warmed it up? I put your bag in the kitchen earlier and figured-”

“Of course. Thank you.” 

“No worries.” Daniel risks a quick look at the garden before he looks back at her, “She’s going to be alright with all these new people?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” she runs a hand through her daughter’s hair. “She already knows Blake and Michael-” she looks up at him with a warm smile, “-and you.”

“Danny home,” Ellie says then, in between drinking her milk.

Daniel smiles, a sense of belonging hitting him like a ton of bricks all of a sudden, “Almost, sweetheart. My home is right where you and momma live now, remember?”

***

Ellie seems to be tied to Isabella by an invisible string, never further than a few feet away from the older girl, wanting to copy whatever she does. You watch them play together in the small sandbox that Joe’s put up underneath a large Eucalyptus tree from where you’re sitting at the table, smiling when you see Ellie asking Isabella to help her with her sandcastle. 

“You’ve got an absolutely lovely little girl,” Daniel’s mother says as she sits down on the empty chair next to you. 

“Thank you,” you smile at Grace who’s put her hand on your arm.

“Danny told me what happened with her father and I-” she shakes her head and tuts. “Just know not all men are like that, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you agree quietly, catching yourself looking at Daniel who's wandering over to the sandbox.

Grace follows your gaze but doesn't say anything, instead giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

You watch as Daniel crouches down next to the girls and listens attentively as Ellie babbles on about 'sand casts' before she holds up her hands to him. He picks her up without hesitating and your heart does that funny thing where it seems to skip a beat or two.

Next to you Grace excuses herself and starts to get up but she leans in then and tells you, "I haven't seen him this relaxed in a long time." She gives you a kind smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."

Before you can tell her you're not sure you've had anything to do with that, she's disappeared into the kitchen and Daniel sits down next to you instead, Ellie sitting comfortably in his lap.

"So," he starts with a mischievous grin. "Miss Ellie and I had a quick meeting-"

"Hmm," 

"-and we decided we should do something fun tomorrow afternoon." He drops his grin and looks at you expectantly when he adds, "Just the three of us."

“Did you now,” you tease.

“We did,” Daniel agrees with a nod. “Very important meeting. We discussed maybe going over to Scoops for some ice cream and Miss Ellie pointed out that with all the hard work you’ve been doing, you deserve at least two scoops.” He leans in then and drops his voice, “Maybe even three.”

You let out a laugh, “Sounds like a perfect plan.”

"Yeah?" Daniel echoes, sounding relieved.

"Yeah," you agree quickly. "I'd like that."

"You heard that, Ellie? Momma said yes." Daniel rests his chin on top of Ellie's head, both of them smiling at you with goofy grins, "Happy days."

***

He watches her as she makes her rounds, saying goodbye to his sister and the kids before she gives Michael and Blake a hug and kisses his father on the cheek. His mother gets a hug and there are some whispered words between them that makes her smile and his mum tear up a little and it takes everything he has not to ask her about it when she finally joins him.

Ellie lets out a big yawn then and she chuckles, "That's our final cue, I think."

Daniel nods and follows her inside, grabbing the diaper bag for her as they walk past it in the kitchen. When they make it out of the front door and reach her car he opens the door for her without asking and waits until she's put Ellie in her car seat before he hands her the bag, "Here you go.”

"Thank you." 

He leans in and presses a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Ellie.” 

He closes the door and finds her looking up at him with a soft smile, "Thank you for having us today, Daniel. We had a great time."

"Nah, thank you for coming," Daniel says as he holds out his arms for a hug. When she steps into his embrace he wraps his arms around her tight, "Today was fun." 

"It was," she agrees easily enough. 

He lets go of her then and follows her to the driver's side of the car, holding the door open as she gets in. He puts one hand on the roof and leans in, "Drive safe, ok? I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Ricciardo," she replies with a grin. "I'll tell the girls you said hi."

Daniel chuckles, "You do that."

***

You're out on the front porch, Ellie decorating a terra cotta flower pot with some chalk you found in a shed somewhere and Homer snoring on the couch, when a black SUV pulls up to the house. It's a car you don't know and so you step in front of Ellie without even realising it but Homer must sense the change in your mood because he's suddenly wide awake and on high alert as well.

The door opens then and you let out a relieved breath when you see it's Blake, "Hi."

"Hi," Blake greets you with a kind smile but there's something about the manila folder he's got tucked under his arm that doesn't quite put you at ease.

You tell Homer it's ok before you pick Ellie up, trying to keep your tone light, "What brings you out here?"

Blake gives you an apologetic smile as he joins you on the front porch, "There's something we need to discuss."

"Right." You nod towards the house, "Let's go inside." You hand Ellie over to Granddad, bribing her with an episode of 'Bananas in Pyjamas' because of course she'd much rather stay with you and uncle Blake, before you head for the kitchen and sit down at the table, giving him a nod, "Ok. Let's hear it."

He clears his throat and opens the folder, pulling out a stack of papers held together by one of those fancy black clips, "We're going to need you to sign an NDA."

"A what?"

Blake, bless him, at least has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed when he explains, "A Non Disclosure Agreement. Basically it means that whatever Daniel tells you about Formula One, McLaren, contract negotiations, you name it, is confidential.”

“Ok,” you draw out, not sure if you fully understand what this entails. “So, if I- If I run into Mrs Mackenzie at Woolies and she asks me how Daniel’s doing can I still say that he’s doing well?"

"Yep."

"But I can’t tell her Daniel thinks Zak Brown is an asshole who keeps using him as a scapegoat even though it's McLaren as a whole that's incompetent?"

Blake chuckles, “That’s a weirdly specific example, but yes. That’s exactly what this means."

"Gotcha." 

"There’s a list-” Blake makes a face, “It’s pretty long but it basically covers all the things that fall under the NDA. I mean, a lot of it comes down to common sense, which you seem to have more than enough of-”

“Thank you," it comes out almost automatically and void of any emotion.

“- but unfortunately it is something we have to do. The team expects it from us and-”

"I get that part-" you start, rolling the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth then, trying to figure out if this- whatever this is- that's now being forced upon you, that as far as you're concerned should have nothing to do with whatever relationship you and Daniel might have, is something you could come to terms with. You look at Blake then, trying to find the right words, "It's just-"

Blake shakes his head, "Honestly, don’t worry about it too much, it really is just a formality. We’ve done it with all of Dan’s-”

Something heavy settles in your chest when Blake cuts himself off, "Right."

"Shit. I'm sorry," Blake holds out his hand to you, "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"Who is 'we'?"

"What?"

You throw Blake a look that you know lacks any of your usual kindness, "Earlier you said 'We need you to sign an NDA'. Who is 'we'?"

"McLaren." He shrugs, "And as Dan's manager, me.

You nod slowly, "And Daniel?"

"Daniel knows we ask people to sign an NDA, yeah."

Fuck. Ok. That- That's not what you expected. Why didn't Daniel say something? A little heads up would have been nice because Jesus, this feels more and more like a business agreement with every passing minute. You take a deep breath and pull the papers towards you, trying not to show Blake how unsure all of this makes you feel, "Can I at least look over it before I sign anything?"

"Of course," Blake nods. "If you could sign it and send me a copy by email tomorrow morning, that's fine."

You scoff, "And what if I don't want to sign?"

Blake gives you what you think is a sympathetic smile but might not be after all, "That's not really an option."

***

Daniel's got the windows of his car rolled down, the Spring breeze messing up his curls as he sings along to whatever song's playing on the radio, his fingers tapping his steering wheel in time with the beat. When he pulls up at the farm he's a little surprised to see her sitting on the front porch, as if she's been waiting for him, but it makes his smile grow even wider and so he greets her with an enthusiastic, "Hi neighbour!" It’s then he sees Ellie isn’t with her and for a moment he wonders what’s going on but then he figures the little girl is probably still asleep. 

She stands up but doesn't say anything and nods towards the orchard, not waiting to see if he follows her or not.

He does, of course he does.

When they get to the swing she stops and turns towards him, wrapping her arms around herself tightly, as if she's trying to shield herself from something. She looks up at him but there's no smile this time, "I don't think this is a good idea, Daniel."

He's not sure he's heard her right, doesn't understand what she's talking about and so he shakes his head, "What? What do you mean?"

She frees up one arm and motions between them, "This. Us. It's not going to work."

Daniel feels as if the world has been thrown off its axes and is slightly off-balance, his throat tightening and something settling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he only ever gets when he knows he's lost control of his car and is about to crash, "What are you on about? Did something happen? Did I-"

"Daniel-"

"I don't understand," his voice catches on the last word and fuck, it's starting to hurt. He takes a step closer to her, reaches out to do- What, he's not sure, but then she takes a step back and his heart sinks and so he pleads, "Please talk to me."

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, "I can't do this. I-" She looks up at him, her eyes a little glossed over and a sad smile tugging on the corners of her lips, "I'm sorry. Thank you for everything you've done, I really appreciate it and I hope you don't think I took advantage of you."

"Don't-"

"Goodbye Daniel." She hugs herself closer, "Tell Blake I'll send him everything tonight, ok?" 

Blake? What does Blake have to do with- Oh. Oh. 

Fuck.

[castrian-amore]

Bitter had the Heart

Dead Tired(Tim Drake x Danny Fenton), Tim Drake-centric, unfinished, the author is plotting, temporary character death, please check out ao3 for full tags list

3/46 Chapters | Chapter Length: 3584 words

Chapter 3: We are Not Translating Fanfiction

Tim didn’t understand why he had even picked this class for this particular credit. He technically didn’t need it. Then again it seemed more interesting than the other classes and Tim had been hoping for a challenge for once. The teacher was big on working as team and while, yeah Tim could do it. He preferred to work alone on his topics and thankfully there was an odd amount of people in his class so when he requested to do the group assignments he allowed it. 

Until today. 

One Daniel “Danny” Nightingale, was a late transfer into the class for unknown reason. It was also the mysterious kid in the alley. He looked a little better in person but the vote was that he was definitely sick, whether just right now or long term had yet to be determined. He leaned heavily on a cane at the moment walking with a heavy limp.

Tim could point out his handsome features though. The higher cheekbones. The stunning raven hair, his piercing blue eyes. The kid definitely wasn’t immune to the streets. The way he held himself on the verge of running. The sunken wary eyes. This kid was far too comfortable with living in fight or flight mode. If he even knew anything else it would be surprising. 

The teacher pointed to Tim giving him the spot right next to him advising sitting next to the person he would be partnered with. It wasn’t required by any means but it certainly was an option, and he did. 

“So, now that that’s out of the way, where was I? Oh yes the IPA. The International Phonetic Alphabet.” Professor Kaivan began his speech as Danny pulled out a piece of notebook paper and pencil sitting next to Tim. 

“Uh, hi, I’m Danny,”The kid held out his hand and Tim shook it. A cold chill going up his spine from how cold he was, damn. 

“Tim Drake-Wayne,”he introduced with ease, expecting the man to back away or at least move seats because of his name. The Wayne name caught most people off guard but Danny seemed unfazed by it all. In fact he didn’t even flinch or stutter or reel at who he was talking to even. 

“Nice to meet you Tim,”Danny gave him a bright smile. “Apologies for having you stuck with partnering for me after I’m already a late transfer.”

“No issue. Can I ask why you had to transfer?”Tim raised an eyebrow at the man. Their words quiet as the professor droned on. 

“I was in Latin, and I can fluently speak and read latin. The professor kept getting things wrong and I kept correcting them. They kept insisting because they’re the ‘professor’ but I kept insisting I was right, which I was. She didn’t like that so she kicked me out. She got so annoyed she refused to teach me. Thus leaving me with about to loose my credit I really needed this semester so I asked if I could late transfer into another language based class.” 

“And here you are?” 

“Here I am. Only teacher that was willing to give me a chance.” 

Tim snorts a little. Tim had only almost been kicked out of a class one, and that was one of his law classes. Tim kept correcting the professor over and over and over again, and it kept pissing off the professor so bad. Tim had a sneaking suspicion he was going to like this guy. He just hoped the guy was as intelligent as he seemed. 

Being fluent in a dead language was no easy task. None of the bats were fluent in a lot of dead languages but they all knew several spoken languages and a little of a few dead ones. Tim more than others. Books were always his specialty. He preferred to spend the house researching alone in his room or the bat cave. It was part of the reason the other claimed he had a coffee addiction. He did not by the way. He didn’t know what Dick was even talking about. 

“Professor Kaivan is pretty relaxed about that kind of stuff. He assigns minimal homework and prefers to do the group projects over everything else.” 

“Yeah his rate-my-professor score is pretty high.” 

“Sounds about right,”Tim agrees, turning back to the topic at hand for the moment. 

“Now, learning the International Phonetic Alphabet is not for the faint of heart. Having someone to listen and assist when learning this is vital. One of the many reasons everyone in this room has a partner. Learning it is vital for the rest of your success in this class. Breaking down specific sounds a language makes and making it easy for everyone to read any language in this format.” 

Professor Kaivan was an interesting man. Until four and a half years ago he had some of the worst rate your professor scores, but it was rumored that after the death of his partner he sobered up and wanted to help people. Since then, he has been a great teacher. Using his partner method to teach people, becoming a caring professor, giving students days in class to study and work on whatever work needed to be done. He wasn’t a super hard professor to have. 

His hair was graying as the man was into his late 40s going on 50s. Sideburns and his beard graying though. He dressed pretty chill too, half the time coming into class wearing a casual cardigan and a beanie. He was an accomplished guy with a full on doctorate in linguistics. Masters in Psychology and bachelors in the study of Italian. Most of his focus seemed to be on the intricacies of the Italian language but Tim was fluent in Italian and didn’t care to take any of his italian classes. Not that the man had many. 

“I know the 107 letters can be difficult and if you don’t know what to listen for they can sound similar to each other, but that’s why this whole unit is just on breaking down the IPA, and making sure all of us can read, and understand it. Okay?” 

Mummers of okays and yesses echoed through the lecture hall. Tim opened his phone, scrolling to Dick’s phone number and clicking on it. 

Timmy Boi: Guess who just walked into my Linguistics class as a late transfer?

Dickie Bird: Who? 

Timmie Boi: Alley kid

Dickie Bird: No fucking way. Is he that rude in person?

Timmie Boi: No not yet at least. We’re partnered up for the semester though, so plenty of time for me to find out heh. Dude’s got a cane. 

Dickie Bird: So not our so-called mystery vigilante Jason wants us to meet?

Timmie Boi:  Unlikely, He also looks sick as a mother fucker Dick. Like it’s bad. 

Dickie Bird: Damn, so still no leads until Friday? 

Timmie Boi: Unfortunately not. Cams still distorted as fuck with those symbols?

Dickie Bird: Just like all the others. Only copies we have are hand drawn references. No one can get a clear pic. 

Timmie Boi: Anyluck on the Distortion dude? Anything on him?

Dickie Bird: Uhh, he showed up 3 years ago? Works for Jason mostly. Started as a runner, then became body guard and personal protection for a lot of the shipments going in and out of Jason’s domain. That was only after bribing over 15 inmates too. 

Timmie Boi: How the fuck did Jason keep someone, a meta namely, from us for so long? 

Dickie Bird: Who knows. One guy said something about protecting a child. The child is Jason’s guard dog. Brutal when he needs to be. Maybe he’s scarier than he looks? People kept quiet over fear? 

Timmie Boi: You’re the people person, but even then if people are scared we would have heard something else. I just think we have something else in the picture here that we’re missing it all. 

Dickie Bird: Well, any cameras he passed by that night went to static. I had Barb check it out for us. 

Timmie Boi: So his gift can mess with cameras? Only mildly concerning. 

Dickie Boi: Wait, why are we having this conversation right now Tim? You’re in class?!?!?! I’m leaving you alone. Pay attention, and don’t fall asleep, and DRINK WATER FOR ONE IN YOUR CAFFEINE ADDICTED LIFE. 

Timmie Boi: YOU CAN’T STOP ME DICK. I’M GETTING COFFEE RIGHT AFTER THIS. 

Speaking of coffee, he could probably get mystery-dude’s phone number for their homework and stuff. Maybe he could even get coffee with him and help him with his classes. And maybe find out more about that night in the alley. 

“What are you doing after class?”Tim spoke up to look over at the man. Danny wasn’t even paying attention to the lecture. He was… drawing? Way better than anything Tim could draw that was for sure. Maybe he would get along with Damian? Tim liked the easier stuff, taking pictures. He could draw but he didn’t like it nearly as much as being able to get behind a camera and take some beautiful photos. Man, he should get back into that again. Dick was always pressing him to get back into a hobby outside of crime solving. He liked to stick with what he was good at though. 

“Oh? Uh nothing really, just contemplating existence. Why what’s up?”Danny gave a soft shy smile. Oh no. His smile was cute. Also wait, contemplating existence?

“Well, I figured if we’re gonna be stuck together all semester we could get coffee and talk about the project and get to know each other a little better.” Tim could watch a wave of anxiety slip over the man. 

“Well, I don’t know maybe,”a small shrug then a quiet moment of contemplation. “Actually, sure that’d be nice!”  

“Great!”

“Wait, we already have a project?”Danny’s eyes widened looking from his doodle of something? Tim couldn’t make it out but it was pretty? Looked like a pool of swirling water sketched in a gray scale. Who knows. This guy must have been so distracted he didn’t hear the teacher’s words about their project. Rewriting a speech in a non-english language into the phonetic alphabet. 

Tim couldn't help but laugh a little at him. 

This caught a small look from the teacher and Tim stifled his laughter a little even as Danny began to fight his own laughter as the two looked at each other. That was so dumb. Why was he even laughing at that?

“I’ll explain after class.” 

“Sounds good to me, I’m just sitting here… doodlin’.” 

“I see that..” Tim gave him a smile as Danny chuckled himself turning back to his drawing. The man stretching his arms upwards turned to actually pay attention to the teacher. A small frown coming across his face noticing the thin spindly scars edging up the side of his neck across the back of his neck. What the fuck was that? He shook his head. 

Tim stayed mostly alert the rest of the hour long class. Kaivan had started going through the various letters of the IPA and their origins and why they were chosen. It was interesting to say the least. He had learned a lot and the class was definitely different than what he was used too. Danny on the other hand. 

Fuck Tim hoped the dopey smiles and spaced out stared was how he payed attention or their partnership was going to be a lot more strenuous than he originally thought. He swore he saw him falling asleep a couple times there before jerking himself awake. Not that Tim could blame him. He averaged only about 3 hours a night if he was lucky. Then again, Tim didn’t exactly play the whole “catch up on sleep” game. 

It did take a gentle nudge from Tim to get the man away and on their way to the coffee shop. He was slow as he walked with the cane but Tim didn’t say anything about it. Everyone had their little quirks and issues. Lord knows Tim had his. 

The cold autumn air in Gotham was settling around them. 

“What’s your major?” It was Danny who spoke up with a quiet smile. 

“Oh, business. I plan to take over my father’s company,”Tim replied. 

“Wow, impressive.” Danny looked up at the sky with a small chuckle as Tim raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Thanks, what’s yours?”

“Engineering, I was going to do Astronomy but we’ll the Gotham Skies aren’t exactly the clearest.” Danny chuckled softly as Tim gave a nod. 

“The smog helps no one. Glad you found a major you like though.” There was a silence settling between them but it didn’t lessen the mood in fact it almost felt welcomed in a quiet way. 

“Same to you!” Danny looked up at the crows stopping the duo in their tracks. There were almost 10 crows just watching them. Tim, had never seen that. All them staring at Danny. “Boo.” The man whispered and with a small chuckled, all 10 flew off the branches and into the air leaving Tim to watch and then follow. Missing how the birds simply landed up ahead. 

Tim was sort of lost in thought about the revelations they could possibly have about the whole Distortion situation. 

“Heyo, Timmy,”Danny’s voice dragged him from his thoughts and his slow pace holding the door open. “Don’t hurry up and you’ll be soaked.” He hadn’t even noticed a slow drizzle starting to fall from the sky. He held his hand out before running to meet the man. 

Tim joined the man into the warm coffee shop. The scent of pumpkin spice filling their noses as they moved to get in line. 

“Didn’t get too wet did you?”Danny asked concern surprising Tim. 

“Ah, no, don’t worry about me though.  I might be more concerned for when we leave here though.” 

“I’m not too worried.” The man gave a nonchalant shrug. “Can’t kill me worse than I already have been.” Was that a death joke? 

“Oh?”Tim gave a smirk. He wasn’t normally one for puns, those were Dick’s thing but also… Dick wasn’t here. “Did it have you rolling in your grave?” Dick could never find out about this but then Danny’s shit eating grin only widened across his face. 

“Oh, for sure it was to die for after all.” 

“I can’t I’m sorry,”Tim laughed with a smile. “What’re you getting? I’ll pay since I invited you out.” 

“Oh, I might scare you with my order.” 

“I promise you won’t. Mine is insane myself.” 

“One of those extra large pumpkin spice lattes with 10 shots of espresso.” 

“Extra large americano with 8 shots of espresso,”Tim quipped. “I see you’re a man just as insane as I am.” 

“Oh, for sure. I’ve never met someone with an order just as bad as mine,”he admitted as he stared up at the menu. “How are the sandwiches here? Are they pretty dead-licious?”

“Oh god..” 

“Or I don’t know, pretty frightful?” 

“Please Danny.” 

“I bet they’re boo-mbastic.” 

“Who ever uses that word anymore.” 

Okay Halloween was coming up admittedly. Yes there were halloween and fall decorations coming but, but god dammit Danny. It was like having another Dick around. 

“You decided to fuel this.” 

“I did not decide to fuel anything!”Tim complained just as they got to the counter ordering their coffees. It was a barista Tim was familiar with. A kind girl named Sarah who seemed to be all too familiar with the two of them. 

“Oh! Can I also get the mac and cheese please!”Danny offered another charming smile putting some money in the tip jar. “I can pay you back Tim.” 

“No worries.” Tim gave a shrug. 

“Alrighty and here you are Tim.” Sarah handed him his card back with the receipt as he himself put some money in the jar. 

“Damn, she knows your name?”

“I know you too Danny, Mr. 10 shots of espresso at midnight last week. You also fucking work here.” 

“Love you guysssss, and I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Danny practically purred out with an innocent smile. 

“You two together, scare me,”the barista motioned between the two of them. “But honestly, we were waiting for you two to meet.” 

“I’m innocent,”Tim vouched.”Also wait, what?” 

“I watched you order an extra large cup with only espresso shots in it for Finals last semester.” Sarrah refused to answer the apparent group that had been waiting for Tim and Danny to meet each other. 

“I was busy!” 

“You weren’t sleeping!” 

“Anyways I’m going to go over there,”Danny pointed to an empty table by the window. 

“Yeah, Tim. How about you go over there. With your little Date,”She emphasized the word as Danny was already over sitting down unpacking his backpack onto the table. 

“He’s not my date! We literally just met!” 

“Yet. Next in line please!” 

“Sarah-- no-- I swear to--”Tim could have sworn he saw an exchanging of cash behind the counters. Were they betting on something. What the fuck were they betting on?!? He hissed and moved to join Danny in the opposite seat. 

“So did you even catch what the group project is? How much have you studied of the Linguistics 101 class anyways?” Tim pulled out his laptop setting it in front of him. He logged in giving a small smile of the silly chaotic and group picture they had gotten last year at Christmas. Bruce stood on the far right and Jason on the far left Dick’s arm wrapped around his shoulder. Damian was trying to stab Tim again who was moving to dodge it. Steph chaotically cheering the gremlin on. Cass quietly wondering if she should intervene in the middle. Duke full on panicked at what was going on as it was his first Christmas with the family. Barb covering her mouth in laughter in front of Bruce. He wanted to make sure she was included. It was his favorite photo of him and his siblings. 

Fuck. Danny had been talking to him. 

“Earth to Timmy.” A wave of a hand in front of his face. 

“Please just Tim,”he laughs. “Sorry, yes?”

“I was asking about the IPA. Are you familiar with it? I have no idea on anything about it.” 

“I know like half of it? I’ll have to learn the other half,”he admits. “But yes, the project.” 

“Fuck, yeah okay what’s this project?” 

“It involves reading.” 

“No! WHY!” 

“In another language.. That neither of us speak.” 

“Oh god.” 

“Yeah, so we’re supposed to write down a 1,000 minimum word speech, or chapter from a book or whatever and put it into the International Phonetic Alphabet.” 

“I don’t know about you but I speak a lot, like A lot of languages.” 

“Yeah.. I feel the same way.” 

“What do you speak?” Danny playfully pushed Tim’s computer screen down from booting up the program the professor had given them to use to type out the phonetic alphabet. It was still apparently a nightmare program, but he had decided to type it so he wouldn't be deciphering shitty handwriting. 

“Mandarin, Chinese, Italian, German, French, russian, Japanese, tagalog, spanish, I think that’s all of them?” 

“You speak Tagalog too!” Danny’s words switched with ease to the language. 

“No fuckin’ way,” Tim had to laugh at that one. “What else do you speak?” 

“Same things are you but, Esperanto, Swahili, Cantonese, javanese, Sardo(technically a dialect but you know same difference),  Ukrainian, I think that’s all?” 

“I thought I was the Polyglot. Oh! I also speak ASL and BSL.” 

“I know bits and pieces of ASL, definitely no BSL though,”he laughs softly. “But wait what other languages does that leave?”

“Well, a lot but I mean. We could always pick an easy one we both know.” 

“Italian?” 

“Yeah, please. I do not want translate someone in a non-latin based alphabet. It registers funny in my brain.” 

“I gotta ask though Danny… Esperanto?” 

“Okay, leave me alone! I had a friend who spoke it and taught me it so we could shit about others.”  

“That’s fuckin’ hilarious though,”he smirked. “But what should we translate?” 

Danny looked like he was about to burst out laughing. “What if we just fucking translated the Divine Comedy.” 

“Danny Nightingale, are you telling me we should rewrite one of the most famous works of Italian writing, ever. That is also notoriously translated, a lot? And is--- you know.”

“Ma Divine Commedia,”Danny laughed. Tim could not with him right now. “E la fanfiction Tim.” 

“YEAH I KNOW, that’s why I can’t believe you’re suggesting it.” 

“COMMEDIA.” Danny proclaimed with a snort. Fuck that was cute. Thank god his name was called to grab their stuff. He could ignore the small twinge in his chest as he brought them their coffee and the food for Danny. 

“Let’s get this over with I guess.” 

“YES!” Danny threw his first into the air in excitement. “This is the start a beautiful friendship Tim, I promise.” 

“Are we about to be nightmares to our poor professor?” 

“What? Nooooo.” 

“Oh yes we fucking are,”Tim rolled his eyes and smiled as he sipped his drink pulling up the original document. They were so fucked, but at least it would be funny. If Danny was his new partner for his class maybe Friday would come sooner than he thought. 

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[demonboi96]

Danny Phantom X DC fanfic Prompt

A classic Summoning fic. But the requirements for who is summoned is different.

Imagine this the Justice League break into an evil lair only to to find out they are too late and the Cultists have finished their ritual. The ritual to summon forth the most dreaded ghost in all the infinite realms.

And with a flash of light and moment of silence they hear:

"BEWARE, FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST!!!"

Turns out dread and fear or power are two entirely seprate things. And the only ritual the cultists found was to summon forth the moat dread of ghosts. And so the Box Ghost was summoned, not because he was feared, but because he was just so annoying everyone dreaded when he shows up.

So now the Justice league have to figure out how to fight the lord of six sided cardboard that was completly unfazed by their attacks and couldn't even touch him.

And Danny is just enjoying how quiet it has been lately. Not even noticing the Box ghost is missing.

[txtaetertots]

08. wtf mr. kim

[ synopsis ] choi beomgyu has spent his entire senior year slacking off and causing mischief. but, due to his inattentiveness, his slacking off went too far and if he doesn't improve the grade in his literature class he'll guarantee himself a seat in summer school. yn has big dreams to be on stage and star on broadway. however, she needs to impress recruiters with one last production as the lead in order to earn herself a spot in a new york based school. when beomgyu's literature teacher makes him join their drama club for extra credit, their futures quickly become intertwined and dependent on each other.

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As soon as the bell rang, YN hopped out her seat and dashed down the arts wing of the school where Mr. Kim’s classroom was. She needed to speak with him about the casting for Danny. She didn’t have anything against Beomgyu. Hell, she hardly knew the guy well enough to have any impression about him. But, this production was far too important for her future to let her partner be someone who didn’t even care about theater.

Arriving at the door, she knocks before opening it and seeing she’s not the only one who had a problem with the castings.

Soojung was mid rant when YN walked in. She stood bewildered, arms stretched to her sides as if she had been giving Mr. Kim a piece of her mind. Mr. Kim was sat calmly at his desk, unfazed by Soojung’s attitude and rant. He turned to look at YN, welcoming her to come in.

“YN, I’m glad you’re here,” he says, gesturing for her to take a seat. He looks to Soojung and asks her to take a seat next to her. “I actually wanted to speak to both of you.”

“Mr. Kim, you know I respect your authority, but I just think you made a huge mistake. I should’ve been Sandy,” Soojung interjects, distressed and annoyed.

Mr. Kim holds his hand up, asking for silence. “I made no mistake. I casted you both this way on purpose.”

“But, why?!” Soojung whines.

“I casted you in roles I felt suited you each best and would give you both an equal chance,” Mr. Kim explains.

YN furrowed her eyebrows, looking between Mr. Kim and Soojung, who was also confused.

“Equal chance for what?” YN asks cautiously.

Mr. Kim sighs, knowing good and well what he has to say isn’t going to go over so well.

“An equal chance to impress the NYU Tisch recruiters,” He says carefully, preparing himself for the explosion from the two teenage rivals.

And as he expected, Soojung jumps up from her seat and slams her foot down. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN RECRUITERS?!?!”

Color fades from YN’s face. She’s left in a state of shock. She refuses to meet eyes with either one, but she listens intently as her heart shatters into dust.

YN wasn’t the only one the NYU Tisch admissions board was reviewing again. In fact, it was because she wasn’t the only one from their department applying to Tisch. Ahn Soojung had applied as well, but kept her waitlist status a secret until she was certain her review would go well. She had the exact same plan as YN. Get the role of Sandy and impress the admissions board with her performance. So, when she got the role of Rizzo, she felt her chances were ruined. Had it been either or who applied, a second review wouldn’t have been proposed. But, only one of them could get the offer. The NYU Tisch admissions board had contacted Mr. Kim and arranged for their recruiters to come and watch the production in person. Instead of a traditional video submission review, they decided a live review was more appropriate.

“I understand Rizzo isn’t the role you wanted, Soojung,” Mr. Kim sympathizes. “But, I think it’s a role you’ll truly shine in and impress the recruiters with.”

Soojung huffs, plopping herself back in her seat.

“YN, giving you the role of Sandy was a no brainer. You’re the perfect Sandy and I think the recruiters will agree.”

It wasn’t the most ideal situation for their final production, but it was what it was and they had to appreciate Mr. Kim for making it as fair and civil as possible. Soojung was just as upset as she was when she walked in, if not more. She collected her things and stormed out the room, muttering to herself how she wasn’t going to let anyone get in her way of NYU Tisch. YN stayed behind, more nervous now than before. Mr. Kim noticed.

“What’s wrong, YN?” He asked.

“Mr. Kim, you knew this is was a very important production for me,” YN sighed. “Why would you cast Choi Beomgyu as Danny?”

Mr. Kim was taken aback. He expects casting complaints from Soojung, but never YN. Understandably though, the circumstances are different this time.

“I know Beomgyu isn’t the most ideal candidate for Danny,” He says, standing up from his chair and walking around to sit at the edge of his desk. “However, I’m teaching him a lesson on responsibility and work ethic.”

“With my future on the line?” YN clearly frustrated. “Mr. Kim, can’t you give the role to Yeonjun?”

Mr. Kim huffs a laugh, “I suppose that’s because you think Yeonjun is safe?”

YN nods, unashamed. “I need a safety net.”

“You’ve always had a safety net, YN,” Mr. Kim shakes his head. “You’ve played it safe ever since you came to me as a freshman. I’m not only teaching Beomgyu a lesson, but I’m teaching you one too.”

“I don’t understand?”

“YN, the difference between you and Soojung is that Soojung is never afraid to take on challenges. You need one of your own, and Beomgyu is it.”

He was right. Soojung was never one to back away from a challenge. In fact, she sought them out because she believed it made her a stronger actor. YN always played it safe and never took on anything she thought was too difficult. She had great talent, but her attitude wasn’t going to get her very far.

“I wouldn’t do anything to purposefully sabotage one of my best students from Broadway,” Mr. Kim assured. “I’m doing this because I believe in you and want you to be well rounded.”

With that, YN excused herself after thanking Mr. Kim for his time. As she collected her things to leave, the door swung open and a boisterous voice began ranting about castings. She sits back down, stunned.

“Mr. Kim, how could you make me Danny?! Are you trying to ruin my life?!” Beomgyu points his finger at the unfazed teacher.

Yeonjun trailed in behind him, hands on his knees attempting to catch his breath.

“Beomgyu, I gave you the part because I think you’re good,” Mr. Kim says calmly. “Give yourself some credit.”

“You know it should’ve been Yeonjun,” Beomgyu retorts. “Who is more Danny Zuko than this guy?!”

Beomgyu gestures to Yeonjun, trying to emphasize his style and character. Yeonjun stood awkwardly not knowing what to do. He tried to stop Beomgyu from doing this, but it was no use. By the time he caught up he had already barged through the door.

“The castings are final,” Mr. Kim states.

Before Beomgyu could continue fighting, Yeonjun jumps forward and grabs his shoulders urging him to let it go. He tells him it’s no use and begins guiding him out the room, apologizing repeatedly to Mr. Kim. YN trails behind them after saying her goodbyes to their director.

Yeonjun notices her and smiles, “Oh, hey YN! Congrats on the lead!”

YN smiles and thanks him before walking ahead. Beomgyu raises his eyebrow, watching her walk away and turning back to Yeonjun.

“Wait, so she’s Sandy?” he asks. Yeonjun nods.

Maybe getting the role wasn’t the worst thing ever.

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I almost didn’t ask for this because it wasn’t anonymous haha but I left my anxiety behind now.

It would be great to read about Jealous Maxy or how does he react to Danny and George “getting friendly”

Hope you doing okay, love your writing :)

No smut but a/b/o. It takes a lot of balls to be off anon, so I'm really sorry this took a hundred years. I've been trough a rough patch but I'm trying to get back on track.

I hope it's not too late, suki! 💜

George wears the merch as a joke. 

It's funny.

Daniel is sure because the media runs with it; the fans think it's cute and cheeky. Everyone knows Russell has a girlfriend; a petite omega girl with no tattoos or scruffy beard. A young girl, George's age, nice and pretty that wears dresses and doesn't race for a living. Just like most of the alphas on the grid have at home, patiently waiting for them back in Monaco or cheering from their garages.

Still, it feels nice. 

Thanks to it Daniel gets a break from the Piastri questions and the contract talks. He can gush and joke around for a bit, let people compliment him on the merch, say good things about him for a change. 

It's mostly nice until it's not. 

"Mercedes really did a number on George, mate. Such a clown this season." 

Daniel hears it going through the garage, and then catches the laughing that comes afterwards, the smell of alphas gathering around, their familiar voices and musk. 

He feels stupid. 

The warm fuzzy feeling long gone. It's replaced by the anguish of having to recall the looks he had gotten all morning, going through them in his mind to find any trace of mockery or pity. Trying to find the missing pieces of how he got it all wrong. 

"What happened?" 

It takes him a second to realize Max is talking to him. Nowadays, Daniel feels like he's far away from him, he won't admit it, not even to Michael, but it's like Daniel is a rookie all over again.

He's not winning, he's no longer a secured driver with an uper hand to fuck around with. He's still Daniel Ricciardo, but that's pretty much it. And apparently, no longer enough. 

"Daniel," Max repeats in that croaky voice he makes when he's frustrated. "What happened?" 

He's frowning; the driver's meeting is media free and Daniel's so thankful. If Max caught something just by looking at him, it must be written all over his face. Max doesn't really look at Daniel anymore, doesn't have a real reason to.

"Nothing," Daniel brushes him off, taking off his cap to fix his hair and putting it on again, trying his best not to look at Max in the eye.

Max smells weird, and Daniel's nose gets itchy from it. It's so strong and deep that it gets kind of overwhelming for a second. Daniel takes a deep breath to get his shit together, but it only makes it worse, getting Max's frustration on his tongue and mouth, tasting the bitterness of it.

Max isn't wearing any blockers, which is not new, but still annoying. Daniel's been alone for a while, maybe too long. He knows his body and can feel himself react to Max's worry, a deep instinct growing inside him from the old memories his body holds tight. He's been working on letting those go. The most difficult part comes when he's by himself during the breaks; toys not good enough, not big enough, when he's too desperate and lonely he just wants to reach for his phone and say sorry for something he doesn't have to. When his body craves the press of Max's knot and the smell of his cum on Daniel's skin.

He needs to get away from Max before he makes a fool of himself again. 

Daniel cranes his neck in search of an escape boat but Lando is on the other side of the room, happily sandwiched between two red-dressed bodies; there's not really anywhere to hide, and it's obvious that Max just won't let him go. 

"All good, guys?" George asks, gently nudging Daniel's shoulder as he smiles at him, creeping from nowhere to fill the space between Max and Daniel.

He's saved by the bell.

George looks unaware of Max's corrosive frustration, unfazed as he massages Daniel's shoulder muscle with his thumb and gives him a friendly huff right over his ear. 

"Yeah, all good, mate," Daniel says, right over the edge, a chukle full of gratitude and relief.

George's hand is warm and firm over him. He smells like the fancy alpha cologne that Lewis wears. It's some kind of expensive costume-made scented blockers that the Mercedes's alphas get from Tommy H. It's posh and flashy but Daniel has good memories of it, of Lewis winning Championship ship after Championship as Daniel grew into his own confident self. Nostalgia maybe, but Daniel can't stop himself  from getting a hungry whiff of it. 

Max makes a noise that gets Daniel to snap back from the cloud of Russell's fake pheromones. Max's gaze burns through Daniel's skin and he tries his hardest to subtlety step away from the touch, his inner omega deeply worried of causing any confrontation.

They haven't been together for almost two years, Daniel says in his head, catching himself mid step, he doesn't own Max shit.

When Daniel left Renault and Max finally grew out of his puppy body, he had wanted to officially mate with Daniel.

He was no longer a young alpha boy, and he had grown needs that Daniel wasn't ready to fill yet. They never really broke up, because they weren't a couple to begin with. But after turning Max down and refusing to tie himself to the alpha with a mark on his neck for the whole world to see, Max left Monaco and spent his winter break in Ibiza. 

It's a small world, and Monaco is even a smaller country.

The message was pretty clear, and from hundred of miles away Daniel called his manager and they sold his old and unused aparment for a bigger one away from the sea. Away from Max.

They didn't call each other, Max didn't send flowers for Daniel's sister birthday. Daniel didn't bought Max's cats silly costumes that they wouldn't really wear but still made Max laugh when Daniel showed him.

Then Max started fucking omega after omega for all F1 to know. 

So that was the end of it. 

When Daniel looks up, he's faced with Max's blue eyes glaring at George's hold on him and the tight line of his mouth.

George messes with Daniel's hat making it point sideways and chuckling after Daniel blushes when George fixes it back, rubbing the corner of it and whispering a soft, "Cute."

It's the sour and putrid smell of rage what gets Daniel's attention back on Max.

They are buffing, Daniel suddenly realizes. There's no way George can't smell it too, even the most uneducated beta could recognize the way Max's nostrils flare when George's hand squeezes Daniel's shoulder again. But Daniel doesn't have it in him to move anymore, it's almost too fucking much, he'll probably drop to his knees if one of them asks him to. 

His stomach revolts with anger. George is fucking with him just to try and make Max snap. It's so stupid and childish; two cocky alphas puffing their chests in front of an unmated omega, fighting to see who'll give up first. 

"You can sit with me then, don't think Lewis will mind," George offers, voice so sweet and friendly you'll forget he drives a Mercedes. 

They are just kids, Daniel says to himself. Looking for the bright side to dim his own anger. They are stupid young alphas, this is the shit they do. 

It's still a hard pill to swallow, even after so many years in the paddock it burns the same; to just have to play the game like a good omega should while they compete on who's knot is bigger right in front of Daniel. Using him like a shiny prize on a stand.

Before Daniel can get his head straight and find a way to end it gracefully, he hears Max growl. 

"Fuck off," Max snarls, yanking George's hand off Daniel's shoulder, pushing him away with a hard shove that George doesn't expect and almost causes him to trip over an empty chair. "I'm talking to Daniel, are you fucking blind or—" 

"You fuck off, idiot." George growls back, standing in front of Daniel again to block Max's hand with his body. The roaring coming out of Max's chest is so loud that Daniel has to get both of his hands over his ears to not whine.

"Hey!" Someone calls, followed by a distressed whine that Daniel is almost completely sure didn't come from him. "Don't do this shit here, have some fucking respect for the omegas." 

Daniel opens his eyes slowly to find Alonso holding both alphas by their shirts, shaking them like two reprimanded dogs. George raises both hands in surrender, and Fernando let's him go, George frowns as he starts to brush off over the creases Alonso left on his polo shirt.

"He's the one being an asshole. I was talking with Daniel and he started growling at me like an idiot."  He complains, moving away from the confrontation.

"Fuck you," Max yells, not caring about Alonso's firm grip that tugs him back each time he tries to step closer to George, both of his hands a pair of tight fits and looking like a maniac. "I've told you a million times to get the fuck away from my—" 

Daniel almost drops to his fucking knees.

"Verstappen." Alonso cuts him off, pushing Max hard against the wall. "Get your shit under control, kid. You're making a fool out of yourself." 

Daniel feels like he's burning alive, hears a ring on both of his ears going off, the room starts getting smaller and smaller.

He hears a loud noise and then the flash of Lando's body being dragged out by Carlos’s possessive hold. George holds the door open for them and walks to the end of the room to stand next to Lewis, who gives him a stern look.

"Max" Alonso says again, struggling to keep Max against the wall as Max tries his hardest to push Fernando away to get his hands on George. "Max, calm the fuck down." Alonso grunts, his whole body covering Max's as he grips his wrists and snarls at him in annoyance. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Dejad de hacer el puto ridículo, tío. Joder." 

The FIA people won't take long to get here, and if they do then the whole paddock will know all about this by noon. Most of the guys keep their distance, but Max fights Alonso's hold and he almost slips away, it sets off the rest of the alphas in the room and they stand up from the seats, no longer faking to not notice what's going on. Sebastian and Pierre go to Alonso's rescue, and after some minor struggling, they have Max pinned down on the floor.  

"Daniel, I think you should go." Lewis says.

They are all looking at him. 

"No." Max whines, head raising as he gives Daniel a desperate look. "Daniel." He calls for him, making Daniel's knees go weak. He takes a step closer, wanting to give Max whatever he wants. Ready to do anything for him. 

"Daniel, leave now." Lewis orders him this time, raising his voice and pointing at the door.

Max growls something harsh in Dutch and somehow manages to push half his body up before quickly getting ganged up by George and Lewis, firmly held still.

His face is plastered against the floor, and his nostrils flare as he huffs and curses them all out, calling for Daniel again and again and making Daniel's omega instincts go off. 

"Call fucking Horner," Alonso yells to a very scared Yuki hiding in a corner. 

Max's smells so frustrated and worried at the same time that Daniel just wants to hold him for a bit, tell them to get the fuck off him and just let Max breath for a second.

His body practically moves on his own as he tries to reach for Max's hair, and the sound that comes out of Max's mouth when he sees Daniel approach makes the hard slap he gets worth it.

Charles shoves him hard and pushes him towards the door, his wild eyes looking at Daniel like he's gone crazy.

"Get Red Bull right fuckin now!," Alonso shouts desperate as Max growls, a ripping sound fills the room followed by Pierre's hurt grunt and a loud gasp of fear. "this fucking kid is going into rut!." 

[aceviscontiswife]

Truth Or Dare

This was a random idea I came up with… I like it, hopefully you guys do too!

Warnings: Talk of sex

What do killers do during their time off of trials? Some sharpen their weapons, some practice for their next trials, and some… well, some play truth or dare.

It was all started by Amanda, the Pig, who sat down at the killers’ campfire and asked aloud:

“Truth or dare?”

Some killers stared at Amanda with a face of pure confusion and annoyance (unlike Michael, who stood unfazed, staring off into nothingness). Finally, someone spoke up. It was Danny, who normally wasn’t at the killers’ campfire, as much as it seems like he might be.

“Truth. Make it good.” Amanda didn’t respond for quite some time, deep in thought as she thought of the perfect thing to ask the Danny Johnson. Other than the cute face hiding behind the hot mask, he was a mystery. When Amanda had come up with the perfect question, she speaks up a bit louder than before.

“Have you ever slept with anyone in the realm?” Amanda’s question seemed to stun everyone at the campfire, everyone except Danny. He simply laughs and shakes his head. “My slate’s clean. Can’t say I wouldn’t, though.”

A few killers grunt in agreement, yourself included. Then, Amanda turns to you. “Truth or dare?” You already knew your answer, and based on the mischievous look in Amanda’s eyes, you could tell she knew too.

“Dare.”

Amanda giggles, rubbing her hands together like some sort of evil movie villain before giving you your dare.

“I dare you to sleep with one of us killers. Just the ones at the campfire, and since I’m nice, you get to pick.”

Oh. Well… you look around the campfire, taking in all of your options. Michael, who was now death-staring you with an unreadable look in his dark, seemingly black eyes. Frank and Joey, who were half-paying attention to what was going on, and half-paying attention to the knives they were sharpening. Danny… definitely fuckable. Amanda, duh, but who knows if halfway through she’ll ‘truth or dares’ you. And finally, Evan, who seemed more than uninterested in what was going on.

You had to make a decision. Thankfully none of them were too bad, right?

“I choose…”