#writing good content

[apatheticsunday]

Fatherless Behavior

AKA "Danny Fenton is actually Batman and Catwoman's son. He likes his bio mother a lot more than his billionaire furry bio father, and Bruce is just trying to be a good dad to another surprise kid" prompt idea!

I like the idea of Madeline and Jack Fenton being good parents who love their kids so much. Maybe Danny still got zapped by the ecto-portal and died, but he immediately went to his parents and they helped him adjust to being Half-Dead. So, obviously, if he's old enough to die, he's old enough to be told the truth. Maddy and Jack adopted Danny from a woman named Selina Kyle, who's contact information state she's in Gotham City and willing to re-connect with Danny when/if he's comfortable.

Maybe Danny says he's okay, doesn't need to know who his biological parents are, because Maddy and Jack are enough for him. But it's also okay to be curious, right? He's like... seventeen or eighteen at this point. So, he says he's going to tour Gotham-U and maybe, possibly hunt down his birth mother if he has some extra time.

Fast forward to him standing in front of a very posh apartment complex, the doorman refusing to let him in, and he's incredibly embarrassed. There's an older couple coming out the doors. The older man looks like he's going to walk over, possibly intervene, so Danny just begs asks the doorman, "Can you please just call Selina Kyle? I'm her son."

And Bruce, who's having date-night with Selina, nearly passes out. Because under the bright lights of Selina's apartment lobby, this kid looks exactly like the perfect mix of Bruce and Selina. He's got his father's unruly black hair, Selina's catlike blue eyes, and has several dark freckles on his neck like Damian. So... this is a Not Great situation because Selina had a kid behind his back?? Selina's gripping his wrist like a panther with an antelope's jugular and says, "Not in front of the child, Bruce." And if there's one thing Batman is good at, it's keeping his cool (or pretending to).

They all end up in Batburger with Selina and Bruce looking comically overdressed while Danny's in ripped jeans and a NASA hoodie.

Selina is kind. She got pregnant and then Bruce was presumed dead (Batman's Time Stream incident lasted how long?? I feel like 9 months is reasonable, right?), and she wasn't prepared to be a single mother. She also hadn't wanted Danny to have a criminal for a mother ("Wait, what??"), but didn't feel comfortable aborting.

"Our relationship can be whatever you want it to be, Danny. I'm not trying to replace your mom. I'm just here to help if you want." She doesn't try to touch him, doesn't treat him like a kid, just speaks calmly and respectfully to him.

Bruce, unfortunately, isn't as tactful. He begins with: "And I have an extra room in the Wayne Manor. I can pay for your tuition at Gotham-U, get you a job at Wayne Enterprise, and introduce you to my kids. Tim would like you, you're about the same age-" before Selina shoves an elbow into his side. The damage is already done, though. Danny practically shoves from the table (after slipping two Batburgers into his hoodie pocket since clearly Mr. Money-Bags can afford it, the presumptuous asshole).

"I came here to talk with my mother, Mr. Wayne. I don't want your money or to be a nepo baby at your company." Danny snarls a sarcastic little thanks before hauling ass to his hotel, muttering about rude-ass rich folk.

(Selina, still at the diner with Bruce: Look at what you've done! You've scared our son off!

Bruce: Maybe if you told me I had a son, I could've been more prepared for a surprise visit!

Selina: Maybe if you stayed dead like everybody thought you were, you wouldn't be surprised that I had a son. You weren't there!

A squeaky noise can be heard. It's a waitress trying to quietly write on a whiteboard that says "Days Without a Wayne Argument". The tally is changed from 4 to 0.)

Anyway, I want Selina to be more like a Cool Aunt instead of a mom. She gets that Danny already has a maternal figure in his life, doesn't really want someone Mother Henning him, so she becomes a safe space for him to let go. Watches the Neil deGrasse Tyson docuseries, offers him wine during girl's nights, lets him rant about how unsure he is of the future without giving unsolicited advice.

Danny pretty much sees Bruce and is like, it's on sight, old man. Bruce sends an expensive telescope to his house. It gets sent back with a book that says "How to Know When to Give Up: For Dummies". Bruce tries to catch Danny while going to Selina's apartment and Danny screams stranger danger so loudly that Bruce is momentarily worried he accidentally accosted the wrong teenager. Danny makes a comment about "another billionaire frootloop wanting to keep me in his basement" and Bruce is even more concerned now. He responds with, "Daniel, I would not keep you in my basement." Yeah... that definitely didn't help.

Oddly enough, Danny is now also being harassed by Batman and his Bat Cult.

[witless-winion1]

ignoring Mr Jalpeño’s blatant Good Boy erasure

imagine Argos fucking hates the suitors. He senses the bad vibes and he growls and snaps at them at every opportunity. Several of the suitors have scars from being ‘nipped’.

imagine Odysseus disguising himself as a suitor, sneaking around, stealing weapons, and blending in with the other assholes during Hold Them Down

now imagine our favorite puppo making that super hard because he sees his master!! His owner is home, he hasn’t seen Ody since he was a puppy!! And now he’s old and slow but he’s damn happy to see his master, whether he looks homeless and is very stinky or not

imagine some of the other suitors wondering why the old king’s dog seems to like This One Rando so much, that he’s dancing around his legs like a fool, licking his scarred hands and sniffing his cloak obsessively, even as said Rando Suitor is trying to push him away between head pats

[spookyji]

easy l.hs

cw. noncon, older brother’s friend heeseung. don’t like it don’t read it. hmm might delete later. not proofread

sunghoon’s not a good brother. sometimes it feels like he’s forgotten your existence, if it wasn’t for the way you’ve always tried to beg for his attention, he really might have. and he’s never cared, not once. ten years old, hiding the whole days in a closet, hoping he’d realize you were missing. walking home from school in the dark because he never remembered to pick you up, preoccupied with whatever brothers do to try and forget they have baby sisters. nothing’s changed; unread texts and countless missed calls, sunghoon’s frost unmelted and resistant as always.

maybe that’s why you’ve ended up in this situation. sunghoon and jake in the living room, blasting some game on the tv loudly, clatters of beer cans and rough laughter. jake was nice enough to say hi. it’s hard to forget your brother’s words. ignore her, sunghoon groaned, or else she’ll think we want her around. his words sending you backing away, heart crushed, and straight into heeseung’s broad chest, a 6 pack hanging from his fingertips. and maybe through your tears, you didn’t see the way he looked at you like a cute piece of nothing. delicious prey. or maybe you were so desperate for someone’s attention, you took heeseung’s.

bad idea.

bruises already forming on your soft skin, darkening splotches on your thighs as heeseungs hands force you down, a sharp pain as his hand hits your ass sharply. a smirk painted on his lips as your tear glossed eyes look up at him over your shoulder, strands of hair sticking to your cheek as pleas slip through your lips. please don’t, you cry, trembling beneath him as heeseung scoffs at you, the fat tears slipping down your cheek eyes almost amusing, cry all you want, no one’s going to hear. the television loudly blasting down the hall as your hiccups go unheard, his fingers easily hooking into your shorts, your chest heaving with broken sobs, barely able to watch as they’re tugged down uselessly.

try anything, and i’ll make it hurt more than it has to, heeseung whispers in your ear, a hand easily forcing your face into your pillow as your cries are cut off by the lack of oxygen, tears soaking the fabric as your fingers desperately try to reach back, weakly grabbing at his wrist, as if begging for mercy. and just as your throat burns for air, his grip is released as you gasp for air, choked with tears. so fucking easy. a hand on your back keeping you down, as his fingers prod at your clothed pussy, shame burning beneath your skin as wetness begins to soak your panties, so much for not wanting it… shit, you’re just a slut, his voice barely audible.

it hurts, it burns with the stretch as his length fills you, your muffled cries hidden beneath his quiet groans,, so fucking tight. your fingers desperately clinging to your sheets, rough thrusts pounding into your body without care, painfully hard grips on your waist as heeseung abuses your pussy for all his pleasure’s worth, lewd slaps of skin on skin filling your ears with the sick sound. your pleas turning into unintelligible whimpers, the will to resist lost to fear and weakness.

swears laced with his rasping voice, scratches from his nails stinging on your skin, ugly bruises marring your skin so perfect only minutes ago. so dirty to be used like this, feeling every crude thrust deep in your guts, heeseung’s cock wrapped in your warm, wet pussy, your body giving in and sucking him in deeper, a pleasurable hole to his desires. and when he’s done with you… would anyone ever realize? jake and sunghoon don’t give a damn… drunk on cheap beers and a taste for ignorance. and heeseung? drunk on an easy fuck.

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where’d heeseung go? jake asks, his gaze nonchalantly turning over his shoulder. why should i care? sunghoon scoffs, tipping back his can for the last sip. flickering tv screen, volume up. no big brother to the rescue.

[thebibliosphere]

Not to keep reliving trauma on main, but I'm getting weird deja vu from where my health was a few years ago and where it's at now. And most of it is revolving around Good Omens.

In May of 2019, we genuinely thought I was dying because I was dying. My organs were in the process of shutting down because my red blood cells were prematurely self-destructing and damaging my kidneys in the process, and I was rapidly coming to terms with the fact that I might not survive much longer. I'd fought the good fight, and I'd lost. Mostly due to medical neglect. And I was mad about a lot of things, but do you know what I remember from the traumatic blur I'm left with?

"I'm going to be so pissed if I die before Good Omens comes out."

I'd waited 20+ years at that point for something like a tv adaptation of Good Omens. Ever since I was a child and my dad read the book to me, and I fell in love with it. And here I was, mere weeks away from the TV release and on the verge of death.

Then like a miracle, a miracle that hinged on human compassion and a doctor being willing to listen to me, I was saved. Dragged back from the jaws of death by a relentless hematology department that refused to give up on me and ultimately saved my life. And a week later, I got to watch Good Omens propped up in my own bed, still weak, still ill, with my heart stuttering in my chest every time I laughed. And I remember thinking, "I did it. I got to see it."

That it's now it's 2023 and my health has tanked again. My organs are rebelling against me and no one seems to know why. But yet again, a few weeks before Good Omens is set to release, I find a doctor who listens to me and is doing all he can to help. Striving with the grim kind of determination that can only come from a place of compassion and care. Like my world is worth saving, and not just his.

Which is rather fitting, I think.

[hg-aneh]

youtuber x streamer AU: Coming Out Stream Edition 💥

[gothamite-rambler]

Robin!Damian: Put your pew pew away! Wait—

Red Hood (confused chuckle): Put my what away?

Robin!Damian (embarrassed): I meant gun! I’ve been watching a lot of true crime videos, and that site sucks. They can’t say the word "gun," or the video gets taken down, and I won’t have anything to watch.

Red Robin: I bet you say "unalive" too

Red Robin and the others laughed, making Damian blush in embarrassment.

Robin!Damian: Damn that Ray William Johnson! He has to say those dumb words just to make those videos. I do still enjoy them though.

Red Hood: Ray William Johnson, the guy from the early 2000s?

Red Robin: He's making videos again; they're pretty good, actually.

Nightwing: The guy who did that weird online show back in the 2000s is making videos again… and he says "pew pew" for gun?

Red Robin: Yep and yep. Once you get past the words he has to say to keep YouTube videos up, it's enjoyable content. The website has gotten weirder and dumber over the years, but I like watching his videos.

Robin!Damian: Red Robin, it makes sense you are a fan, but why do you old people know about him? He’s ours!

Nightwing: What? Old?!

Red Hood: You can't claim a person as your own when we had him first! What the hell did he talk about on the show again!

Nightwing: You're not helping! We knew about him before you were even a thought!

Red Robin: You didn’t watch him, though! You knew about him and that doesn't count. You were already old, and he was dead… or working with the Al Ghuls.

Robin!Damian (siding with Red Robin, crossing his arms): Yeah... what he said.

Red Hood: I didn’t even say anything insulting!

Nightwing: And I’m not old!

Robin!Damian (pointing at Nightwing, mocking): OLD!

Nightwing (shouting angry): Stop it!

Nightwing stepped back angrily cusring.

Red Hood: We're not that old! We still had him first! And whatever he used to talk about on his show came before him saying stupid words like 'pew-pew' We had him first!

Red Robin: You did not watch him! You were busy shooting people and getting revenge!

Robin!Damian: Yeah, that's right! You were too busy being OLD!

Red Hood: You took my job!

Red Robin: We are not having this discussion again!

As the heroes and Robins argued, Batman and Oracle overheard the entire exchange. Oracle silently enjoyed the bickering while sipping her coffee. Batman's eyes widened for a few seconds as he watched the older men argue with the younger ones. He sighed, covering his eyes like the exhausted father he was.

Jim Gordon had already figured out that Batman was listening to the boys argue.

Jim: What’s it about this time?

Batman: Some guy named Ray William Johnson, and Robin called Nightwing and Red Hood old, so they’re arguing over who owns a human man!

Jim: Out of context, that’s a very weird statement. In context, this is hilarious. Who did you watch for news as a kid?

Batman: I watched the news, not a guy in his bedroom.

Jim: His content isn’t bad.

Batman: I need you to side with me right now.

Jim: It’s garbage content. There.

Jim laughed, taking a drink from his coffee. Batman was at least happy he wasn’t near his arguing sons.

[ironunderstands]

The way some of yall mischaracterize Ratio as being stoic in chill when in reality he is 24/7 resisting the urge to rip everyone around him a new one is crazy to me like. He cares so much, so much. It’s unhealthy, he loses the idgaf war every time because Ratio is the least nonchalant person ever like

He was this close to breaking character and throttling Sunday like you cannot tell me he wasn’t planning a murder in this scene. Ratio straight up calls Sunday a crazy bitch but everyone brushed it aside 😭

Honestly his entire conversation with Screwllum is just him tweaking, watch it on YouTube the VAs performance is amazing, you can here just how much He Cares

Genuinely, Aventurine is way better at concealing his true feelings that Ratio. Ratio may be acting for the sake of the plan but the way he truly feels about anything he’s doing always seeps through, it’s why he apologizes to Aventurine in 2.0 in their staged argument scene. It’s why he is as mean to Sunday as he can be. It’s why him pretending that he “hates” Aventurine makes him act so silly. Ratio can’t fully commit to the bit, he can’t force himself to not care or to be someone he isn’t, because fundamentally Ratio CARES and that is something he is incapable of hiding, alabaster bust or not.

The problem is that him expressing his care is often done in a rude and/or blunt manner which people tend to interpret as stoicism or apathy when it’s anything but. Ratio’s vial that he gives to Aventurine is short, sweet and gets straight to the point, because that’s the easiest way for Ratio to express his emotions, even if it’s often detrimental for him and anyone else around him. However Aventurine understands him quite well, and knows that although brief, Ratio telling him to “stay alive, survive this and keep on living” is how he truly feels towards Aventurine, and that’s enough to keep him going.

Underneath Ratios carefully crafted marble facade is a man who cares so much and is so bad at expressing it and I wish the community in general, especially Aventio shippers would acknowledge that more. Ratios true moments of sincerity are brief, but they are anything but stoic. Let the man be soft, it’s in character.

[noodles-and-tea]

i’ve just finished reading Saving Sherlock Holmes, do you have any teen johnlock art?

Sure :)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy Birthday to Fallen London; My favourite British people beefing it with bats simulator.

[aloneinthedark-eagle]

🙄😎 hairdresser is very right 😂😂

[thecorefrisk]

Look… gender bending a character is not bad. In fact, it can allow for discussion to be made on what would have happened if that character were to be born of a different sex than they are in the original material.

The problem lies in the fact that often when people do genderbend a character, they do it with the INTENTION of shipping them with a character that would have been of the same sex if not for them gender bending them or to ‘ship’ them with an audience (or concept of a person that represents an audience) when it’s likely that they would have been of the same sex if not for the gender bending.

This action furthers the narrative that it would have been ‘wrong’ or ‘immoral’ if they had kept the character’s original gender as it was— even in a situation in which changing the character’s sex did nothing for the story’s/piece of media’s narrative nor its message. They could have been kept as their original gender and nothing would have changed.

For example, when I was an active part of the BNHA fandom, I saw a lot of ‘fem!Deku’ content here and there. And often, this sexualized the character and had this originally male character be put in either romantic or sexual relations with one of (or many of) their classmates, who were male more often than not.

And a more ‘modern’, or up to date example, would be if someone were to gender bend Stephanie Brown or even Barbara Gordon in order to write ‘x reader’ content about them. When you’re writing for a mainly female audience, gender bending an originally female character into being male for said audience comes out as insanely homophobic.

(And was apparently only a sign of their morbid amounts of insanity and rather lacking amount of intellect because wow. ‘Illegal people’ do not exist as crossing the border ‘illegally’ is no more of a civil offence than jaywalking is and sorry, if you’ve ever jaywalked then goodbye to you I suppose!

Good grief.)

It is not the fact that they are gender bending them that is the issue. It is the intention behind that act.

I am not saying that the intention is always to be explicitly homophobic, but it’s a very big sign that you might be.

[sakasakiii]

some rumil doodles in response to @whimsicallywiddershins who asked: Oh my god I love your art!!! I'm curious about Rumil. I've never really heard of him and I'm curious about what happened to his eyes....

thank you for the ask!!!! im real happy to hear you like my art, and even happier you took the time to ask about rumil! <333 it took me until your ask to realise that, despite him frequently appearing in group concept sketches n doodles, i've never really elaborated on him haha 😅 i tried to illustrate and summarise some of the key points in the art, but more detailed yap incoming under the cut!

so! to start off, my version of rumil is pretty much at his core the same as canon rumil wherein he's a noldorin sage/scholar responsible for inventing the Sarati and later going on to write the Annals of Valinor. his whole being captured and enslaved in angband for a while comes from the other version of him the Book of Lost Tales, where he was a slave of Melko who learned the speech of monsters and goblins --essentially i thought it'd be fun to combine the two to give him a more complicated backstory ^^

in response to your query about his eyes, i hc that during his time in angband he was one of those who were experimented on by Sauron - acting on Morgoth's orders - during the initial testings for the evolution of elves -> orcs. (maybe sauron thought that blinding the first elf-orcs would make them more unlikely to disobey orders/easier to control? hmm) his band of captives were able to break him out in time and they fled back to safety before he was too far-gone, thus allowing him to reunite with finwe, miriel and co, and then eventually follow Orome to valinor :D

him being miriel's dad was also something i felt would be fun to explore, especially because i thought his ties to Sarati and Feanor would be an interesting dynamic! it's very very much noncanon, and incredibly self-indulgent on my part (im so sorry... 😭), but i like to go on tangents abt their relationship! i think rumil wouldve made attempts to dote on feanor and encourage his linguistic pursuits, but would have been held back a lot on truly being around him by both his health and his lingering guilt about miriel. he is incredibly proud when feanor refines his abandoned Sarati concepts and turns Tengwar into a near-universal system of writing however :D

other thoughts on rumil... hmm... i think he's kind of pitiful tbh. something about him being an absent (albeit not of his own volition) father to miriel, and then in turn him feeling unfit to offer feanor as much emotional support as would be ideal, is a theme i would like to keep exploring (^3^) adding on to the fact that he outlives his wife, daughter, son-in-law, grandson, and like 6/7 of his great-grandsons while miraculously not Fading himself gives him an essence with parallels to maglor that i do appreciate...

major apologies for going off on such a rambly tangent, but i do suppose an explanation on my rumil has been overdue for a few years!! i hope i havent misled anyone since i first drew him in that family tree, but thank you so much again for taking the time to ask about him! im always grateful for the interest in my absurd headcanons, and i hope you have a wonderful weekend ahead!!! ❤️

[moyazaika]

hmm

[froginmygarden]

It started with an ad: Little time left

Okay, he could do this, no biggie. I mean, the fifth time's got to be the charm, right?

"I'm really sorry Mr. Jordan, but your request has been denied. If you have any further questions please contact us via email. Good luck and have a great rest of your day.*click*"

"sssssss..."

That was a hard blow. He wasn't unreliable, he paid his rent on time, so what was the issue, why wouldn't anyone take him, exactly?

"AND I COME HOME TIRED AND HUNGRY AND YOU HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING ALL DAY! WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW HUH??!"

An old woman was sobbing as a middle aged man physically kicked her out the door, continuing to curse at her. Hal was standing at his own apartment door on the other side of the hallway, takeout in one and keys in his other hand. He had an unholy post mind control headache and the noise wasn't helping him any.

"Is there some kind of problem here?" In a blink Hal was at their end of the hallway, standing partially between the pair. They were a Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, not a couple but rather a mother and son. The poor widow moved in a month after her husband's death. The guy used to be pretty quiet, not interacting with other residents, but became much more dislikeable in the poor woman's presence. Hal hadn't bothered learning his name, it didn't really matter.

"It's a family matter, you better stay out of it, beanstalk!" The bastard hissed, grabbing for the now gasping woman, "AAAHH," except he didn't reach quick enough and got yanked away, hard.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!"

"First off, lower your voice, second, hasn't anyone ever taught you not to hit a lady?" Hal squeezed harder, pulling the man further away from his mother. Let's just say the guy wasn't pleased and the situation escalated.

In the end the cops were called and they both got escorted out of the building. Mr. Jenkins was the only one getting arrested, but Hal got a written note for his physical altercation with a neighbour. Which didn't really seem to matter at the time...

"hmmmmmmmm..." Alright, maybe he wasn't the most pleasant of tenants...

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Maybe it was just him, but the lights seemed awfully glaring right now.

Green Latern and Flash were sitting on a rooftop at dawn - whoever said evil never slept sure naild that dawn - having early breakfast, some really amazing chinese.

"Sooooo... How have the things been going?", his friend asked,"WiththeplaceImean!"

Hal could only sigh heavilly through his nose, hanging his head.

"That bad huh?"

"Aha...", he really didn't want to talk about it right now, knowing Barry - he'll still end up doing it anyway.

"You know," Barry started, "you can always crash at mine if you need?" He was so nice about it too, might even be a little fun. They haven't been in contact for a pretty while, if there was an emergancy in his sector his absence could stretch up to multiple months.

"You can just say that you missed me, ya know that?"

They laughed and went on chatting. The day was still young and they had much to catch up on. Hal did end up telling Bary about his wories later in the morning.

"I've been thinking about this for a while... I love Coast I really do... but maybe, if this doesn't end up working out, I should move into OA..."

"oh... Have you talked to Carol about... "moving"?"

"ssssssss mmhh... speaking of Carol..."

...

"What???!!"

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Still nothing, Hal thought, walking through the mid day crowd, everyone rushing somewhere, honking cars stuck in traffic. His worry returning after he'd parted ways with his friend.

Maybe this was some shitty karma, what else could explain this? A sort of divine retribution for something he's done no doupt. Who's snickering from above? Which god should he shake a fist at?

Hal Jordan had been so deep in thought, getting back home on autopilot, that he didn't notice an unidentifiable object heading straight for him, not until it had smacked right into his face with a thwack. A noise nearly loud enough to cover up his muffled squawk.

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"mmmmmmm..."

"Yeah, baby?"

"uuuuuuu ahha!"

"Yeah you're right as always!"

Another day, another shift at Surfer Smile's. This time featuring Dani, who this morning had decided to scream her lungs out any time Danny had stood at most 10 feet away.

Thankfully it was a slow day, not many people to complain about the "disturbing" presence of a small child.

Ms. Soyer - Oh come ooon, Danny, don't be shy! Just call me Britney! <3 - was quite free today as well, it seemed. Since she was right there cooing at the babbling toddler, who looked to be performing the sphinx stretch in what was no doubt an unsuccessfull atempt at ending her tummy-time early.

"BA!", Dani yelled into her personal rug as she slams her face into it's fluffy surface, "Da- diiiii!!", and Danny was already picking her up and bouncing on his feet. Kissing her little head.

"Awww, she's adorable~", Dani scrunched up her little face, so much so that she seemd to have bit a lemon, and Danny smiled at his colleagues cooing, "Yes, she really is."

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"You should lay off the jewelry, children have delicate skin, you could cut the little thing."

She was here again. In all her glory, scowling at him.

"Those rings are also small enough for her mouth and a teribble choking hazard."

She had come, this time without an appointment, and just sat there by the fireplace. And of course she had to say something, never satisfied with just fiddling with her sudoku.

"Ma'am I assure you, I don't leave these things anywhere near her."

Dani may be a toddler now, but she'd at one point had a life of an adolescent. She still had her personality and definitely kept some memories as well, at least enough to recognise some people and locations, and, unlike other small children, didn't have the unprompted need to stuff every object within arms reach into her awaiting maw, in the name of exploring the world.

No. If Dani ever put something between her sharp little mawlers, it was deliberate, calulated for her amusement, either at his or his colleagues expense.

"To be carefull isn't usually enough, noone has more determenation then a child wanting something out of their reach."

Danny agreed, saying he'll consider it later, and old Jenkins left shortly after that, not forgetting to say her ferwells to all.

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It was late, he'd decided to take a detour from the bus stop, the air would be good for Dani. His little girl hadn't been able to properly sleep at the practice because of the lights, but started to nod off on their ride home.

She was asleep now, in bed with her turtle, sound asleep, fed, changed, dessed in her pajamas, wrapped in a blanked, and happy.

He'll have breakfas for dinner, eggs plus ham and peas - a classic, he thought after checking his fridge, a grocery run wouldn't hurt.

"You have one voice message", reminded his phone. He'd noticed it ringing earlier, but the number was unknown and the practice disucuradged personal phone usage during work hours. He'd decided to listen back to it later, if a message was left at all.

Guess that time was now.

[dukeofthomas]

Here's my controversial opinion; if you're trying to write Bruce as a non-abusive, good parent, you should also write him respecting his kids' privacy, boundaries, and not stalking&surveying them.

[gjdraws]

me reading my own fic, tailor made especially for me: wow this person is an absolute genius