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Almost dying, actually.

Them through can determine what's currently killing you and is beyond help.

That will be a life ruining amount of dallors.

No, you can't have anything for the pain. What are you, a drug addict?

Doctors are like: ughhhhh. You're confusing. Come back if you die

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I'll admit, the moments where Clark has to be the one in danger are some of my favorites.

"Maybe I'll kill that reporter who does all your interviews. Maybe I'll kill Clark Kent."

This is the most important line in the movie. I'm 100% serious. It tells you everything you need to know about Lex Luthor's character. It shows the audience that, despite being almost omnicognizant from the get-go, Luthor clearly has no fucking idea who Superman is, only what he does.

I've never seen anyone go from All-Knowing Evil to Absolute Fucking Loser so fast. In fifteen words he went from unstoppable criminal powerhouse to flailing manchild moron. He gave his Evil Dictator demonstration and then turned around, dropped his pants and showed his entire ass. He proclaimed his manifesto of unrelenting ego, turned around, slipped on a banana peel and landed on a whoopie cushion.

And he was so mired in his own sense of superiority that he never even knew it.

Lex Luthor, folks. Ten out of ten, no notes.

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Can’t get them out my head,

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“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆

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DP X DC Prompt

Danny gets summoned by a cult.

again.

Unfortunately, this time they tried to give him a sacrifice in the form of a small child.

Fortunately, the kid is still alive at that point in the summoning since the cult was operating under the assumption that he wanted to eat them alive or something (which. gross! but useful for him at least).

They make it out of the area that the summoning took place in pretty easily, but now they have to do a cross country trip in order to get the kid back to their family while trying not to draw the cults attention (which they already did once after attempting to contact the kid's guardian in a nearby town)

in the meantime though, this kid is acting pretty sketchy...

aka the cult accidentally (or even purposefully) used a kid that's related to a cape in one fashion or another and now said child is on a cross-country trip with a being of unknown ethics and abilities.

who are they and what do they do?

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Fic rec! DP x DC, Demon Twins AU. 5K

Summary: The 16-year-old Ghost King is summoned to Gotham only to find his "sacrifices" are the Batfamily, including the brother who betrayed and killed him. Bitter and depressed, Danny lashes out at Damian.

Comments: Oh, this is emotionally brutal - for Damian. Danny does not like Damian at all in this fic, and tries to show the Bats what he believes is Damain's true colors - someone who will selfishly sacrifice family for his own survival. It doesn't go as planned for anyone.

Danny gets angry at how Damian will help his new brothers, but not him. And Damian gets the mental scaring of his life as Danny reenacts his death on a League mission in surround sound and color, forcing Damian to interact with what he'd originally watched from a far.

There's angst from every corner of this fic and it's glorious.

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This gives me the idea, probably a little off topic, of Danny possessing his brothers sword after Damien wins the duel.

Their connections with the Lazarus Pits, combined with the pit forged sword, anchoring Danny's soul and eventually giving the blade powers/abilities.

Damian and His Sword

Inspiration from soul eater

Dp x Dc

Twin demon

Danny is the weaker twin as he was made to believe it because of his soft values, damian had to be the stronger twin for the both of them.

Ras only want one heir so he made the twin fight to death. Danny loses and Ras want damain to end his other half because if not he himeself will face the consequences, in which damian did. 

Only one should come on top but damain refuses and so ras orderd for his death only to be stopped at the peak of the situation when danny turned into a sword and flew right at damian's hand, redirecting the blow of the sword that is targeting for his brother's vital spot. 

Ever since then Ras left them be now interested in one of his grandson's ability. It didn't take long when he wanted Danny's ability for himself. That is when their mother organized a plan for them to leave to their father. While the whole operation is happening Ras caught them mid way but with Danny's  sacrifice they were able to escape. Danny turned into Damien's sword but after the fight with their grandfather he didn't turn back and was not responding. Danny from reaching his limit is now in a deep sleep 

Damian never shared about Danny's ability to anyone. Damain has a favorite sword and he almost always brings it with him. Sometimes the batfam even caught him talking to his sword. They all thought this was just Damian. He always consider the sword as his brother without telling the family that the sword is indeed his brother. He calls his favorite sword Danyal.

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I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

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During that early period of Gotham’s time as No Man’s Land where Batman was nowhere to be found, many hoped desperately for his return. For most, it was the normal sort of desperation engendered in everyone trapped in the collapsing city.

But for others, that desperation went much deeper. First into superstition, then gradually growing into a zealous, cult-like fervor.

Maybe if they sacrificed something valuable enough, their shadowy protector would return and save them.

And as for what that sacrifice would be, it was obvious.

For even in No Man’s Land, what is more valuable than a human life?

That Batman is just the human Bruce Wayne is immaterial. To the Infinite Realms, belief and reality are oft interchangable

And that much faith, funneled through a sacrificed soul, was more than enough to bear fruit.

Unseen by anyone down below, the Spirit of the Bat coalesced from the shadows of Gotham to begin their ceaseless hunt.

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Grand theft Danny part 24

Previous. Masterpost

Danny was having a great time. Duke and Hood were great to hang with, and Nightwing was fun to tease and just bother like any older sibling is. Spoiler was just as loud and instigating as a younger sibling. Black Bat seemed shy and reserved, though.

Didn't stop her from squeezing in with the rest of them in the back seat when Nightwing called it a day (even though it was only just after noon.) He wanted to grab a shower and a late lunch with someone named Tim before dragging a Damian to a movie.

Danny was content on letting Duke and Hood explain the series of events that led to him possessing the Batmobile to the others. The collective cursing of magic fuckery and further theories on if Danny was an untrained magic user occupied their drive back to the cave. Once they made the last turn to see the cave proper, the bickering fell silent. Danny turned his attention to the lone man, Alfred he remembered, standing on the stairs to the main platform with a disappointed look on his face.

Danny, knowing that all of them were not supposed to be out, but knew he couldn't really be punished further, decided to play “Ominous Boss Music 3” to really tease the group inside (him?) the car.

The effect was glorious, immediately Duke, Hood, and Spoiler started to panic trying to open the locked doors, Nightwing started laughing nervously, and Black Bat seemed to vanish out of the back window. It was one of the top 10 funniest things Danny had the fortune to witness. It was just under the one time he got Amorpho to go into one of those mirror houses at the fair one year. Since Duke was too busy trying to escape, Danny showed off his skills of (slowly) driving into the empty spot and parking himself, and opening all the doors for his occupants.

“I am going to flatten all your tires for throwing us under the bus for this Danny.” Hood hissed before he got out of the car. “Heya Alfie, how are little Timbo and Big Bad Bats doing?” Hood said nonchalantly, as if he was not panicking hard with the rest of the group.

“Master Hood, I see you decided to show Master Signal the joys of disobeying the rules.” Alfred responded dryly.

“Indeed I did, and as my job is now done, I must be off to meet with the Gals about covering Mindie's and Cora's corners-”

“And I dare say that they will be able to manage themselves without you hovering over their shoulders. In the meantime, I have found that the garden could use more mulch and fertilizer. Would you be kind enough to help this old man lift those dreadfully heavy bags?” Alfred's raised eyebrow dared the crime lord to turn down the request.

Hood cleared his throat. “O’course Alfred.”

“Good, I assume Miss Spoiler would be jubilant in helping with such a task?” The pointed question was directed to Spoiler, who was attempting to army crawl her way across the platform to the incredibly purple bike.

“Of course Alfred!” Spoiler shrieked as she launched herself off the floor.

“Good, good. Master's Signal, Nightwing as I now have free time could you assist with taking inventory and rotating the pantry shelves? Assuredly Miss Black Bat will also be contacted to join in the kitchen?”

“Yes sir, Alfred!” Duke and Nightwing shouted as they exited the car.

“Then off you go, be sure to change into appropriate attire.” Alfred dismissed them.

Danny was too laughing at the expense of his new friends to see that Alfred did not follow them.

“And Batmobile, please do stay in the parking zone. I would hate to see such a very important piece of equipment be damaged.” Alfred blithely told Danny, and left the cave.

It took Danny a few moments to process that Alfred knew he was there, and had essentially grounded him.

For the third time in just about 24 hours, Danny set off the car alarm in the cave.

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DP x DC prompt #236

Usually, Clark likes to get Lois to be the one to interview him whenever he saves Metropolis, but when she's working on another case on the other side of the city. So he gets interviewed by the new reporter at the Daily Planet who he knows has wanted to interview Superman for a while now, Daniel Fenton.

What follows is an interview unlike any he's ever had before.

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8 year old Dick, sitting on top of Bruce's shoulders and giggling: Do I weigh anything to you?

Bruce, in his mid-twenties: No.

22 year old Dick, sitting on top of Bruce's shoulders with a mix of confusion, concern, and astonishment: Do I... weigh anything to you?

Bruce, in his early forties, slightly smiling despite his 4 hidden broken ribs: No.

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Jason: Hmm... Our height mismatch kind of makes hugs awkward. I wonder if it's awkward for Danny..?

Danny: I can smush my entire face into his boobs every time we hug and he doesn't even think it's weird and it's fucking AMAZING.

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Danny living our trans guy dreams and getting Jason pregnant send post

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Danny's been on this planet for ... okay, all his time shenanigans, along with natural time blindness, have kind of ruined his ability to tell. He's pretty sure it has been a while, though.

He's getting kind of bored, tbh. I mean, this underground alien fighting pit was pretty amusing for the first hundred or so fights, but they're starting to get monotonous. And he's pretty miffed at the fact that everyone fighting is kidnapped. And enslaved! Rude, honestly.

He hears the din above raise to an obscene level. Danny looks up as the new contender gets thrown into the pit. His eyes widen, and a feral grin spreads across his face.

The new fighter looks human. It's been so long since he's seen another human-esque person. Ooh, they even smell like earthling! And! Better yet! Simmering below their anger is ectoplasm.

Well, butter biscuits. He wants to fight the human. (Ghost rough house ftw!) But now he also just wants to bust outa this joint and take the human with him. Maybe get a drink. Have a latte, sip some chai tea. No time for a bubble bath, though.

His hand is to his chin, and he's rocking his head side to side in contemplation when the decision is made for him by a right hook to the jaw.

"So rude! I was making a decision!" He starts to duck and weave around the other fighter's fists.

"Sucks to be you. I'm not waitin' for ya to decide how yer gonna kick my ass."

Danny scoffs. "I was," he dodges a kick and the follow up fist it tried to hide, "deciding whether to fight or leave and we could," duck, duck, boop the nose, "go get a drink. I'm sure this planet has a bar or something."

The fighter makes an affronted noise at the boop. "What the fuck? Don't fuckin' lie. You killed all the other fighters you went up against!"

Danny smiles, "Did I?"

"Yes!"

"According to whom?" Danny was king. THE king. Of everything. He was OP af. Like he was going to kill his fight buddies! That's just bad manners! He got all his opponents free with liberal amounts of ectoplasm and creative use of portals.

Block, block, swipe kick. Ooooh, they've got moves. What was that flippy thing???

"OhMyAncients, you're so fun!!" Danny dodges another onslaught before dancing away to put distance between them. "Call me Barghest, he/him. What can I call you? Your pronouns? I need something more than 'new fighter' for my inner dialogue."

The other fighter pauses, looking thoroughly confused. "... Red Hood. He/him?? What is happening right now?"

"Now? I'm gonna tear this fuckin' place to the ground and you and I are getting a drink."

Hood scoffs. "I've seen you fight. You don't have the ability to tear this place down."

Danny glances at the alien ring. There are inhibitors and reinforced containments everywhere. The entire place is built to keep some of the most dangerous beings in the universe inside the pit to fight to the death.

This place was formidable, but it was meant for the living.

Danny shrugs. "I'm here on vacation."

"On vacation." Hood deadpans.

"Yup. I was bored. Thought only using my enhancement powers in a fighting pit would be a blast! And I was absolutely correct." He grins, letting his power flash his eyes green, then blue. "This was fun, but I'd rather chill with you now." He lets his power flash freeze all the containment contingencies around the pit, then lets his power shatter it all into dust accompanied by the lovely screams of the crowd. "I do have a few people I actually have to deal with first, but would you like to get outa here?"

Hood stares at his offered hand for a moment before giving a casual shrug. "Fuck it." Hood walks forward and reaches his hand out before pausing, "I gotta kill some people before we bounce, too."

Danny threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, I don't need to kill them. But I can respect the grind." He takes Hood's hand, and in the next breath, they're behind the owner of the underground ring, most of his upper lieutenants and about 30 alien goons.

Red Hood and Danny move in tandem, each taking a side and weaving their way through the group. They dodge, turn, disarm, and maneuver opponents into each others attacks in some of the most coordinated movement Danny has ever experienced. As if he knew exactly where Hood was going to be, going to strike, going to dip. It's amazing. His thoughts are static except for internal screaming. He stans this human so fucking hard.

As the leader finally fell to Hood's blade (where did those come from???) Danny turns to him with barely contained excitement. "Are we best friends? I think we just became best friends!"

"Uh..."

"Nope. Time's up. You're mine now. Besties forever." Danny opens his armory pocket dimension and pulls out some light body armor, a few blades, a couple of handguns, and an RPG. "New bestie, I bequeath unto thee protection! Let's go blow some shit up!"

Red Hoods smile finally matches his own. "I could be down for that."

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Random fic idea #73: Alfred Pennyworth isn’t just Bruce’s guardian after the Waynes die, he’s their “heir” temporarily until Bruce reaches adulthood, at least for the purposes of high society. He has to go to the events in their honor, shake hands, wear the fancy clothes and dazzle investors in their stead, all the while teaching Bruce how to navigate the waters of such a complicated world. Alfred becomes a socialite in Thomas and Martha’s stead, at their request, and this protects Bruce from undue attention before he reaches the age of majority. A “growing up in royal court” AU but for modern Gotham, as a “lowly servant” finds himself thrust into a glittering world with an innocent, traumatized child at his side and a legacy he must uphold for the next decade.