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DCxDP fanfic idea: Corporate Rivals

Bruce is really excited to hire a boy genius from a small time town. He found him by accident while scrolling through some creative writing competition past winners on various school sites. He originally wanted ideas for his own contest for the annual Wayne Young Writers Scholarship when he stumbled up Amity Parks Youth Authors.

Daniel Fenton's science fiction had won second place, and Bruce thinks he only lost due to the judges not realizing all the science of the gadgets his charaters used were real. Real, well explain and proper research. Daniel obviously knew his stuff and knew it well.

He had reached out to Daniel with a science scholarship opportunity, wanting to see what he would come up with. He gave him a basic assignment asking him to fulfill a prompt "Software or Hardware development for disabled" in either theory or model. If he created something worthwhile, Bruce would send him ten grand.

Daniel did not disappoint, not only doing the theory paper but also sending back a prototype of a pocket ASL translator. It would be an app on a phone that would have an AI watching through a camera of the person doing sign language and say out loud what the person was saying. It had a few bugs here and there, but for a high schooler, those were very impressive accomplishments.

Bruce found himself sponsoring the boy for early high school graduation. The young Fenton boy was a genius just like his parents, but he lacked proper motivation. Bruce suspected it was due to his school not challenging him enough much like Tim.

When Daniel got his diploma Bruce offered a few rid to Gotham University with the condition he would be a employee at WE. Daniel agreed under the condition it was as a proper employee and not a unpaid intern. A little daring for a kid getting already a amazing deal but Bruce liked his moxy and agreed.

Daniel Fenton was to be a worker in the RD department for WE tech in one week.

He couldn't wait to introduce him to Tim. Two young geniuses would get along swimmingly with their shared brain prowess!

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Tim hated the new guy.

They were the same age, but everyone acted like he was amazing for finishing high school and starting university while also being a top WE reseacher and Devloper at such a young age.

Oh Tim was CEO, but as many people have whispered, he didn't graduated Highschool or have a GED so the only reason he got to be CEO was because of nepotism. Danny on the other hand got his position through hard work.

Which was ironic, seeing as the company has never done so well since Tim came on board. Their sales, PR, and production numbers all tripled because of him. Danny, on the other hand, was a sloth with little to no ambition. He didn't even work well with others! He mostly did solo projects and everyone seemed fine with that since genius "need their own space"

Tim has been networking since he was three years old, and failure to do so had always reflected badly on him and his company. He spent his entire life careful choosing his words and his actions. Even his appearance, what he wore, his hairstyle even the hand gesture when he talked, were planned before hand.

Then comes Fenton, who avoids crowds, dressed in the worst formal wear Tim has ever seen . Black jeans were not formal!- and acted like this important office was just a after school hang out spot. Now Tim was much more laid back than his board co-workers, who were all in their fifties or older, and even more relax then the mangers or superiors of lower stations but even he could not understand Fenton blaring music, bags of chips lingering everywhere and his ordination skills were none existing!

Not to mention the fact Daniel didn't believe in using computers unless he had to. His office was covered in towers of paper that he scribbled and work on! It was such a waste!

And yet, despite all of that, Daniel was rapidly becoming an asset to WE. His ASL translator app wasn't finished, but it had everyone buzzing with excitement and would be well received when it was released with Wayne Phones as a built in app.

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Tim tried to avoid him as best he could least he get offended by his lack of work proper behavior

Daniel Fenton did not understand what it meant to put your all into something that you lost yourself along the way. Best to ignore him.

Danny couldn't stand his company CEO. Timothy Drake reminded him a little too much of the A-listers but without the bulling bit. Somehow, that made it worse.

Timothy was popular because he was well liked. He didn't need to relay on his good looks or aggression to make other yeild to him like Paulina or Dash. Even if he was ridiculously good looking to the point, Danny confused him for a siren when he met him.

He had the ability to walk into any room and take command if it. Timothy didn't even need to speak, his very presence commanded attention and awe. Not to mention how great he was at his job.

WE had always been a popular corporation but under Timothy's command they rose to one of the most important corporations in the world. Bruce Wayne was raised to run a company, Timothy Drake was born to run it. There was a large enough difference between the two that anyone could see Timothy was superior at running things.

Danny was nothing like that. He couldn't talk to people, couldn't make them like him, and often he was overlooked for his sister or his wacky but loveable parents.

He was the other Febton. The one that was there and nothing else. A few months ago he was even considered the dumb Fenton, who somehow was skipped over for intelligence.

Then he wrote a little story and everything changed.

Danny turned out to be a proper Fenton, after all, having gotten the attention of Bruce Wayne for his mind. His parents haven't been so proud of him in a long time, and he found himself accepting the job position after graduating high school early before he knew it.

Along with the job came a move to Gotham city. He went after debating it a great deal with his family and friends, but the deal was too sweet to turn down. Now he was in Gothem and he knew absolutely no one.

Danny didn't know how to make new friends here. Tucker and Sam had been the ones to approach him at the beginning of their friendships. He also was scared of getting close to his co-worker less they suspect his Phantom powers.

He knew that Metas was not welcome, and he thought Batman wouldn't care that he was technically dead and not with a meta gene.

So he focused on his work, avoiding large crowds and keeping his head down. He would turn on music to help pass the loneliness and would gater papers to write down his thoughts less they made him mad by running around his head all day.

This anxious insecurity was something Timothy Drake would never understand. He just shone like a fallen star, dazzling the masses with his neat press suits, easy charisma, and intelligent bedroom eyes. Best to ignore him.

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Dick never really ventured to WE now that he moved out. He made a habit of trying to visit Tim every two weeks for lunch to fix this. He also really wanted to spend more one on one time with his little brother now that they reconsidled from Bruce's timeline fiasco.

He was still well known by the employees, even new ones, so when Dick arrived to the lobby he was waved in by security. The receptionists were all huddled together muttering to eachother and missed his entrance since security didn't call out to him.

Dick could tell the gossip they were talking about was juicy based on the way Lola was wiggling her eyebrows and Stacy and Isaiah's reaction.

He creeps closer to the front desk, hoping to hear something good.

"Isn't that against the rules?" Isaiah asks.

"WE doesn't have anything like that. Not since Thomas Wayne married his old PA and had Bruce. I think it's cute that Mr.Drake is following in his adoptive Grandfather's footsteps."

Dick paused, shocked. Tim liked someone at WE!?

"They aren't even dating yet, Lola"

"Yeah but you can cut the sexual tension with a- Mr. Grayson! I'm so sorry, I didn't see you. How can I help you?"

Dick blinks. "Oh I'm here to see Tim for lunch. But what was that about Tim you were saying?"

The woman pales as the other two quickly become busy with some email or another.

"Oh, um, I'm so sorry, sir. I shouldn't have -"

"It's fine I don't mind a little chat between co-workers. I'm just curious"

Lola stares before nervously blurting "Rumor has it that um, Mr.Drake has a thing for Daniel Fenton"

"The new boy genius?" Dick thinks about it considering what he knows of Tim's type and his past preferences in partners before nodding "That tracks actually"

He says his thanks and hurries away to Tim's office unaware he may have confirmed a relationship between Tim and Danny.

The gossip circles in WE exploded with the news everyone careful not to let the two subjects hear a whisper.

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DP x DC: The Most Dangerous Card Game

Ok so Danny has essentially claimed earth as his. And he is fully aware that there are constant threats to the planet. Now he can’t stop a threat that originates on earth (that’s something he’ll leave to the Justice league) but he can do something about outside threats. Doing some research on ancient spells, rituals, and artifacts, he cast a world wide barrier on the planet to protect it from hostile threats so they cannot enter. This will prevent another Pariah Dark incident. However, barriers like this come at a price. You see, there are two ways to make a barrier. Either make one powered up by your own energy and power (which would be constantly draining) or set up a barrier with rules. The way magic works is that nothing can be absolutely indestructible. It must have a weakness. The most powerful barriers weren’t the ones reinforced with layer after layer of protective charms and buffed up with power. Those could eventually be destroyed either by being overpowered, wearing them down, or by cutting off the original power source. No, the most powerful barriers were the ones with a deliberate weakness. A barrier indestructible except for one spot. A cage that can only be opened from the outside. Or that can only be passed with a key or by solving a riddle. So Danny chooses this type of barrier and does the necessary ritual and pours in enough power to make it. And he adds his condition for anyone to enter. 

Now the Justice league? Find out about the barrier when Trigon attempts to attack, they were preparing after he threatened what he would do once he got to earth. How he would destroy them. The Justice league tried to take the fight to him first but were utterly destroyed, so they retreated home to tend to their injuries, and fortify earth for one. Last. Stand. Only when Trigon makes his big entrance…he’s stopped.

The Justice league watch in awe as this thin see-through barrier with beautiful green swirls and speckled white lights like stars apears blocking Trigon and his army’s advance. The barrier looks so thin and fragile yet no matter how hard the warlord hits, none of his attacks can get through and neither can he damage said barrier. That’s when Constantine and Zatanna recognizes what this barrier is. Something only a powerful entity could create. For a moment, the league is filled with hope that Trigon can’t get through yet Constantine also explains that it’s not impenetrable. And clearly Trigon knows this too for he calls out a challenge. 

And that’s when, in a flash of light, a tiny glowing teenager appears. He looked absolutly minuscule compared to Trigon and yet practically glowed with power (this isn’t a King Danny AU though).

And that is when the conditions for passing the barrier are revealed. And the Justice realize that the only thing stopping Trigon and his army from decimating earth. The only way he can get through….is by beating this glowing teenager in a card game. 

Not just any card game though. The most convoluted game Sam, Danny, and Tucker invented themselves. It’s like the infinite realms version of magic the gathering, combined with Pokémon, and chess. And Danny is the master. So sit down Trigon and let’s play.

(The most intense card game of the Justice league’s life).

After Danny wins, this happens a few more times with outer word beings and possibly even demons attempting to invade earth, yet none have been able to beat the mysterious teenager in a card game. Constantine might even take a crack at it and try to figure out how to play. He’s really bad though. Every time this happens, the Justice league worry that this might be the time the teenager looses. Yet every time, he wins (even if only barely). 

Meanwhile, Danny, Sam, and Tucker have gotten addicted to the game and play it almost daily. Some teachers might seem them playing the game are are like ‘awww how cute’ not realizing this game is literally saving the world. Jazz is just happy they aren’t spending as much time on their screens playing Doomed.

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DPxDC Let Danny Be an Astronaut Dammit!

Every dpxdc fic and their mother has Danny not be able to be an astronaut because of his accident. Well I say NO!

LET THE BOY LIVE HIS DREAMS!!

We're talking DC, where meta humans are just a thing that exists. People have extraordinary powers and that's normal. NASA would totally have a specialized space program for metas who's abilities make them particularly desirable for outer atmospheric conditions!

Oh? What's that? You're a meta and your ability make you impervious to extreme temperatures? That would be super helpful in the freezing vacuum of space! Your ability makes you less sensitive to negative effects from g-forces and changes in gravitational pull? You can spend so much more time out of atmosphere without negative consequences!

NASA would love the opportunities opened up by these individuals and their specialized abilities. Give them Danny? They would be frothing at the goddamn mouth.

Doesn't need to breath, impervious to cold temperatures, can fly, so much more, and, if we go space core Danny, doesn’t need rations because he can get sustenance straight from the stars? He's everything they've ever wanted! Who cares if his vitals are fucky? They're normal for him! And once they have record of what his normal values are? No issue! In my vet classes we learn that you wouldn't treat a cat the same way as a bird because they have different needs and normal values. Well it's the same for humans and metas! I don't think Danny's different biology would be as big of an issue as a lot of fics make it out to be.

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Ya know Danny could absolutely get away with doing homework on the watchtower bc ghosts would absolutely go for a school called Casper High School in the ghost zone. I imagine it going a little like this.

Some Leaguer: "What the...are you doing homework?"

Danny: *not really listening* "Uh, yeah, of course."

Leaguer: "but you're, y'know..."

Danny: *panicking internally but committing to the bit* "Ghosts have schools too."

L: "Okay yeah. Sorry, that was insensitive of me."

D: "It's okay."

Also the idea of someone finding a piece of paper like a form for school gets left behind and they immediately know it's for Danny because Casper High School? That's a ghost school if they ever heard one.

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Jason Todd HeadCanon

Okay so, hopping onto the train of projecting our characteristics onto Jason because because canon never gave him a characterization other than: Vengeance, Anger, hate and “Cruel”. 

When I was in middle and high school, I used to carry loads of stationary articles in my pouch because I was constantly under the impression I need it (And because stationery gives me a certain type of euphoria). Like I would have a big ass pouch filled with everything from pencils, pens, rulers, highlighters, post-its to scissors,paper clips and tape(Yes tape- 2 kinds of it). At any given I would have at least 3 compasses with me. There was also a back-up pouch cuz I’m paranoid. My friends had taken to refer to me as “stationery”.

So projecting this unto Jason, do you think he has reserves of necessary and ridiculous shit in his jacket pockets. Like what if his jacket was some thing he himself designed (not all that techy) but really efficient in the field- like built in insulation from electric shocks and stuff(cuz that shit hurts), thick enough to protect him from blunt force,etc. but also with secret reserves of food statched in the pockets. 

As much as Jason wants to believe he is alone, he has this inane ability to attract red heads who tag along and Roy EATS. So he must have a lot of food on him at all times, preparing for any contingency. >>

Not only food and obviously weapons, but also his helmet can be made into a make shift stove for times when he is stranded with no resources. the smoke is made undetectable because Jason Todd must be able to perform magic in canon (DC is a coward for not exploring that when it had so much potential).

So one time he teams up with some members of the Titans or the JLA or what-have-you and they are desperately looking for some thing and Jason just casually takes it out of his jacket from somewhere and says,”Something like this?” 

Advanced Med equipment- he’s got you; Paper,Kyle?- how much do you need?; Tampons? of-course;  Water bottle? Sure; Snickers Wally? as long as you’re not allergic to peanuts. Your Tripod camera Tim? Hold on a second; Blankets? how thick do you need?; A first edition of copy of Hamlet he always carries? why do you need that?

Like everyone else is surprised like “Where did that come from!?” where as the Roy, Kori and Artemis are like “What do you mean you don’t have a teammate who pulls up shit from his jacket how do you survive?”

You can argue he uses a Mad-Eye Moody’s trunk-esque spell where his pocket are actually vast rooms where stuff floats to him when he calls it.

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Okay, so what about a furious Omega Jason confronts Alpha Bruce about the joker, who's about to start a rut, which bring him closer to his instincts and makes him emotionally honest for once. Bruce admits that the joker doesnt deserve to live but he cant kill him because then he'd spiral into killing other rogues and ultimately end in his own suicide due to guilt and Jason realises just how broken Bruce is and his own instincts push him to try to help this Alpha by fixing his pack.

I think that they both know this… and I like to believe that once Jason stopped being a straigh up villain, they DID have this conversation like normal people, not whatever DC is trying to portray them as. Bruce explained t Jason why he couldn’t kill the Joker and Jason, while he wasn’t yet at the pint of forgiveness, understood. It didn’t fix things between them, they were always more complex, but it helped them reach an understanding of where to set their expectations. Jason won’t expect of Bruce to slay the dragon and Bruce will admit that Jason has the right to be resentful and has to find it in himself to forgive his father for not stepping up to the role (I am firmly of the opinion that Bruce failed with Jason pre-death as a father figure by failing to realise his real emotional needs and then being terrible at acknowledging that fact). 

NOW ANON, this may happen like this exactly;] 

Jay isn’t aware that Bruce is on the verger of the rut, Joker escaped Arkham and they’re both stressed and Bruce dares to demand of Jason that if he wants in on the action, he WILL NOT KILL and Jason just snaps. He rounds on Bruce and it all spills out - extra points if the Batfam is listening in on the comms - and Jason spells it all out for Bruce that this isn’t about him wanting to kill, it’s about him wanting the monsters to be done with, something that Bruce could never understand because he was never threatened by these monsters. Apart from losing his parents the monsters never scared him, were never danger to him, he can’t possibly understand how it is to live under threat every day of your life, unprotected, with no means of defence, with no police to come to the rescue, because you have money to pay them off, how it feels to be the silent victim no one ever mentions or notices, because his tragedy was so wide-blown, as was Dick’s, as was Tim’s… none of them was ever a victim alone int her corner, forced to take up arms to protect themselves… how can he understand where Jason is coming from when his own monsters were always fangless and theoretic! 

And Bruce, so close to rut, with his brain half-scrambled by hormones and his stoicism wavering on unsteady legs - admits that Jason is right. He tried not to think about it, because it was always painful in many ways to turn on introspection like that, but Jason is right. His tragedy happened in a bubble, it was a pin that his life turned around from that point on - but the one terrible moment that changed his life was one and done, and he was never alone. He had the cushioning of a dedicated carer, of a fortune and therapists, and a life where he could make his own choices, because Bruce was always fiercely independent - he can’t even imagine what he’d do if he didn’t have these. How can he relate to the victims that never received proper help. How taking in Jay and giving him a place to sleep and food to eat wasn’t even the beginning of that he should have done for the boy… how mourning him and self-indulgent guilt wasn’t enough in the wake of his death. B had failed, kept failing him, because he didn’t step outside of his own experience in time to understand Jay’s needs. 

But he can’t do this thing. Maybe if Clark didn’t stop him in the beginning, if he offed the Joker in the cloud of rage and despair it would be easier, it would mean something else, but not now, not like that… he can’t plan to murder someone in cold blood, even if it would be seen as a good deed, because - he just can’t. He panics internally at the idea of witnessing death - at the thought of causing it! He’s not brave enough to do it and - if he managed to force himself to kill, he doesn’t know which way it would break him. He likes to play omnipotent and sure and has contingencies for everything, but he doesn’t know what would happen - and it scares him to death that…. it could be easy. That he may be someone who finds killing easy. He’s terrified of it, always was. And he can’t let Jason do it either, because he doesn’t want Jay to find it easy either… because Jay always had so much stacked against him, that this one thing would be enough to break him completely… he just wants Jay to heal and how can you heal with the weight of lives on your shoulders? Maybe it’s possible, but Bruce can’t comprehend it and so he will never risk it. 

If someone else killed the clown? Someone outside of the family? He wouldn’t care, he doesn’t care for the Joker - but he cares about his own peace of mind and his family’s and he will never risk them like that. Never. 

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If we're talking abt Girl!Jason here then let me share my headcanon. Jay when she died at fifteen was a short girl (Just like boy Jay, dude was 5ft and 97 pounds), a "late bloomer"and was Bruce's little girl who died in the Robin suit. When she comes back to gotham after her resurrection and time in the she's a 6ft bombshell and no one is sure how to handle that.

He came back tall and sturdy, and with a square jaw and flat chest, and arms that can carry his team in battleXD Listen, I am convinced that the boy Jason isn’t a very pretty fucker, and even more so about the girl Jay - she grew meaty and had her nose broken about 4 times already, and was punched in the face so many damn times that she finally invented the stupid helmet to protect the unfortunate nose - but for that she has to buzz her hair and it sucks, but it’s efficient, so there! :D 

There’s not a lot of fat on her - she could never gain weight properly for a sweet ass or a pair of boobs, so the bum and boobage stay depressingly flat (Damn you, Dick Grayson for stealing all of the Ass-investment in that damn family, you don’t even need it you asshole!:O) And her hands are square and strong, and not very gracious, because of all the training and fighting she does mainly with her hands and, again, broken bones. Arthritis in the older age will be a complete bitch. 

But she also has the most beautifully shaded blue/green eyes and a striking smile (Bruce cashed out for the good retainer when she was a teen and it shows;]), and long legs with thighs to balance the heavy top. She has surprisingly dainty feet. 

Of course Talia taught her all kinds of feminine care, but Jay was too consumed with revenge to even remember that stuff, so it’s only when she spends time with Kori, she learns proper haircare (But handsoap works just as well to wash them? Why are you crying, Roy?) and how to trim her cuticles and that a moisturiser is good for you. Talia still sometime sends her a bottle of a scented body-oil from time to time (passive-aggressively, of course) for birthday and now Jay knows how to use it, yey. 

Even Artemis was like, listen, little one, you can’t just leave your toenails in such a state, it will get in the way sooner or later. 

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Jason is like the best mom friend to his brother's friends. Some of them probably bunk in Jason's apartment when they're in Gotham.

I have no idea if you meant this as a prompt or not, but headcanon accepted. Thank you @yeats-nana​ for looking this over

Okay, so he got a headstart with Dick’s friends, which is only natural, seeing how some of them were on his team for a while.

(“Always will be, Jaybird,” Roy says, and Jason only rolls his eyes a little.)

No one actually likes staying at the manor, so it made sense that they crash in his safehouse-warehouse-apartment-club thingie instead. It gets bad enough that he grudgingly converts three rooms into guest rooms and doubles up on his groceries, just in case.

He picks up Bart by accident. Something blurs past him, and he reaches out by habit, grabbing whoever it was by the arm and stopping them in their tracks. It’s a neat trick, even if it always makes him feel like his arm socket is getting chewed on by Krypto.  

Honestly, he expected Wally. But that’s a significantly less amount of human dangling from his hand. “The fuck?”

“Hey, you! Let Bart go!”

Oh, he’s seen that particular combo of bad boy looks and himbo vibes before. “You’re Drake’s clone boy, aren’t you?”

“He totally is,” the speedster still in his grasp—Bart—agrees equitably. “Hey, you’re Jason, right? Is that pizza you’re carrying? Can we come with and have some? Because I’m starving.”

Jason’s so flabbergasted that they know who he is and don’t immediately, like, try to kill him for what he did to the replacement (which—fair) that he completely forgets to object when they invite themselves in. And then call someone called Cassie to come over, but not bat-Cassie, which just makes things needlessly confusing.

Apparently, once the kids decide you’re the ‘cool brother’ (and Jason will never let Dick forget that), they never leave. Whenever it’s field-trip-to-Gotham time, or whatever they do when they’re here, they stay at his place. As a consequence, he sees a lot more of replacement—Tim, these days. The kid seems to think it’s the funniest thing that ever happened to him.  

It’s not bad. It’s not bad, at all.

(He could do without being asked for relationship advice by teenagers deep in the throes of puberty, though.)

Steph tags along one day and just never leaves. Jason has no idea what her deal is, but he likes having her around and is more than happy to have her study in his living room. At least someone in this family is taking education seriously.

And Jason thinks that’s it. It’s more than enough, honestly. Everyone is pretty good about leaving him be when he actually needs some privacy; it’s still a lot.

Until he finds a miserable looking Superboy, Version Two, curled up on a roof.

Jason takes a second to put his guns away and double-check his hands for blood. Then he approaches cautiously. “Hey, Jon, right?”

The boy startles. For a second, his eyes glow red before he visibly calms himself down. “Oh, hey, you’re Robin’s brother! “

Jason tries not to sigh. “Yeah, I guess. What’re you doing here?”

“I wanted to meet up with Dames, but he’s not back yet.”

It takes a moment for Jason to connect ‘Dames’ with the Robin who tried to stab him two days ago, and not in a playful way.

“You could wait for him at the manor,” he suggested.

Jon looks down. “I might fall asleep.

“And?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not?”

“Uh.” The kid shuffles awkwardly in place. “Sometimes I get bad dreams, and when I wake up I don’t—”

Right. Superpowers.

“How about you stay over at my place?” Jason hears himself ask. “The rooms are Roy Harper-proof, you should be fine.”

Wide blue eyes stare at him in confusion.

“It means they can withstand anything you can throw at them.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, your brother stays over all the time, he tried to break them before. You can text him if you want to.”

But Jon perks up. “Oh, if Kon stays there, it should be fine! Thank you!”

(Jason plans to have a talk with Jon about that in the morning. Really, he gets that the kid is superpowered and doesn’t have to fear much, but you should not go home with a stranger! What if Jason was more of a villain?)

By the time Jason gets them home and shows Jon his room for the night, the kid is already half-asleep. Man, was he ever that young?

“Dames might stop by later,” he tells Jason, just before falling face-first into bed. His next words are distorted by the pillow, but still audible. “It’s okay when he’s there, you know. It never gets bad then.”

Christ. “Okay. Good night.”

He texts Dick to let him know what happened, and as soon as he gets the number from his, Lois. Because Superman is off-planet right now, but he is not the terrifying one in that marriage.

(Little does he know it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Lois is not one to let contacts with knowledge about organized crime go to waste.)

So really, this is it. Roy and Kori drop by frequently, Tim’s gang less so, and Jon likes to drag Damian along for visits. Steph has started paying rent. (Jason doesn’t have the heart to tell her he’s his own landlord because the old one was exploiting minors and had to be dealt with.) He’s cooking for three or more people most weekends, which is as he likes it.

And then, one sunny afternoon, the doorbell rings.

Jason frowns, because—no one really does that anymore. So he’s cautious all the way down the stairs, opening the door in person, just to find a slightly awkward looking Duke Thomas standing there, clutching a backpack.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Duke draws himself up. “Stephanie said you’re good at tutoring and I—I might need some help. To keep my grades up.”

And fuck, it’s not like Jason can say no to that. As far as he knows, Duke is a straight-A student.

He steps to the side and lets his brother inside. “C’mon in, then. I was just preparing lunch. Hope you like alambres.”

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au where everything’s the same except jason todd doesn’t remind everyone he died every 10 sentences because he never died and he’s also a very good boy that graduated college with honors and the reason tim drake came into the picture as robin was because he kept wearing the costume every other night alternating with jason. it took bruce a year to find out

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The Batfamily As Soap

Dick Grayson:

Jason Todd:

Tim Drake:

Damian Wayne:

Duke Thomas:

Bruce Wayne:

Alfred Pennyworth:

Stephanie Brown:

Cassandra Cain:

Barbara Gordon:

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Jason Todd Imcorrect quotes (2/??)

Continuation of this post . Probably 2/2 until like, the next four years or sth

Angsty quotes I probably will add in some fic somewhen. They are also for adoption, they have no home yet. I am just very salty about this.

Bruce: we don’t kill, Jason!

Jason: why? Why can’t we? Why is this your line in the sand when there is no other fucking line you won’t cross!

Bruce: because if we do it we will be just as bad as them!

Jason: Bruce you sanctimonious fuck, I don’t want to be better! I just want to be safe!

Dick: why can’t you understand? We don’t kill! we can’t be judge, jury and executioner!

Jason: why not? We certainly don’t have judges or juries here!

Dick: just because the system is corrupt-

Jason: when I was murdered, where was my judgment? When did the judge pass the sentence, when did the jury declare him innocent? When was the dead penalty discarded?

Dick: …you know why Jason Todd could not have a public judgement

Jason: then what was it, was it private and you decided to leave my death unpunished or is he awaiting my judgement?

Dick: oh little wing-

Jason: my anger and my rage are not unjustified. They are just inconvenient for Batman’s crusade. Fuck you and your righteous fucking convenience.

Tim: you don’t understand! Bruce was broken after you died and Batman needs a robin!

Jason: I did not die. I was murdered.

Tim: I know. Bruce never got over failing to save you

Jason: why is his grief more important than my pain? Why must his needs overcome mine?

Tim: …he’s Batman

Jason: I see. so he’s not replaceable. But his robins aparently are.

Tim: no! That’s not-

Jason: better tread carefully then, replacement.

Bruce: you killed a man. You broke my rules!

Jason: and I will do it again. What will you do about it, then, big man, throw me to your justice?

Bruce: I will take you in like the rest of the criminals in this city

Jason: it will not stick. Thanks to your methods, I am a dead boy that doesn’t exist. I cannot be thrown in jail.

Bruce: you think I can’t put you under a fake Id?

Jason: you will go the extra mile to hurt me, but not for those that hurt me. Father of the year.

Now the less angsty ones. To break off with a laugh or sth

Goon 1: boss, we have a problem.

Red hood: *sighs deeply* what is it now, Fred?

Goon 1: …you know my name? There has been…a confusion in one of the orders, boss

Red hood: oh?

Goon 2: it appears someone mislabeled the… um, SEAL-quality equipment for-

*LOUD BRAYING CAN BE HEARD*

red hood: …how many live seals are in Gotham right now, Ricky

Goon 2: that;s um. a lot. Sir.

Goon 1: I think over twenty, boss

Red hood: and what am I supposed to do with 20 fucking seals?

Goon 2: I-i think they are actually an endangered species? So, so maybe you can, like, open a-

Red hood: no. No. I refuse. No. I will not end up my crime lord days to build an animal reserve. No.

Goon 1: we could also kill them sir. Their fur is expensive and crime alley could always stand to have more food

Red hood: we are not doing that.

Goon 2: I mean, we have done worse things for less money boss

Red hood: you want your ankles to be bitten to death by an angry toddler? Because this is how you get an angry toddler bit your ankles to death with his swords. Two of them.

Goon 1: is…is that a new rogue, boss?

Red hood: worse. Excuse me I gotta make a call

Red hood, on the phone: hey, baby demon, I got sth for you- what no, it’s not from Talía- shut up I do nice things for you on my own- oh fuck you habibi -you would be the bigger disappointment but you aren’t tall enough -oh? Did the baby get angry? Did the baby want a time out?- wait no, don’t pass the phone you co- yes. Hi B. No. Fuck you. No. Asshole. I’m hanging up.

The goons: …

Red hood: *picks up phone yet again* dickhead if you hang on me I swear to god I will haunt you-oh, sorry. Is dick there? Pass him the phone, please, it’s important. *a beat* dick, why did that random man pick up your phone- midnighter? And I thought I had the daddy issues. No wait! I have over 20 seals and I have to get rid of them- stop laughing you asshole!! *hangs up furiously*

Red hood: *turns to the goons* tomorrow the someone will come to pick up the seals. Probably an Atlantean. ETA 8 PM. Be ready or else *leaves*

Goons: …

Goon 1: I thought I knew how phone calls worked but apparently I don’t.

Goon 2: …me neither.

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AU where Konoha isn’t staffed by fucking idiots and Naruto actually got promoted to chunin after the exams on the account of him BEATING NEJI’S ENTIRE ASS AND MAKING HIM SEE SHINOBI JESUS AND THEN STOPPING AN ENTIRE BIJUU WITH ONLY A SUMMONS AND A GODDAMN TRANSFORMATION.

Then with some freedom and access to actual fucking resources he like advances almost scary quick and makes jonin in little to no time

And then, THEN, Naruto ends up being put into the sensei pool for some ungodly reason (probably Tsunade drunkenly stamping paperwork without paying attention) and gets gremlins of his own.

So you have Naruto, who very much isn’t out of his own gremlin stage, is in fact a God Tier Gremlin with no plans to change, taking on a team of his own and deciding that he’s going to give them all of the TLC and goddamn attention he always craved along with every second of fucking training they can handle and then some.

The village is horrified.

Naruto’s gremlin’s worship him.

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in regards to Skulls's and Tsuna adventure au

How often are they just enjoying life doing some chaotic nonsense just for tsuna to essentially suddenly go

"The vibes are rancid, we need to hit da bricks"

Five minutes later Reborn and Hibari are at the scene, pulling their hair cursing Hypter Intuition?

Oh so many times. Multiple times during various meals, once when Skull was doing Tsuna's hair, and one time that really pissed them both off because it resulted in them having to haul ass across town with Skull's makeup only half done and Tsuna dripping wet.

Reborn and Hibari both have been giving considerable thought to finding a way to kill Tsuna's Hyper Intuition for a little bit.

Especially since everything they do registers as a Threat in some way, shape, or form so they always set it off.

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Tasea!

Okay so I just stumbled upon your Tasea au and it's living rent free in my mind.

Skull and Tsuna just living their best life while Hibari and Reborn are chewing glass is my favorite thing ever

Consider this:

Both Skull and Tsuna become ridiculous strong throughout this trip.

They don't even notice it.

It starts with casual convos about how they use flames, then experiments, light spars etc.

Turns out not being in mortal peril 24/7 does wonders for some people.

So from time to time, videos of them come to light, Tsunas twink ass obliterating someone in an arm wrestling match. Skull killing it in some weightlifting challenge or doing some insane acrobatics.

Videos of them sparring without flames in open parks or maybe being stumbled upon in abandoned warehouses.

Everyone who isn't Reborn or Hibari can actually see how good this is for them.

Gokudera keeps a collection of "Decimo being Amazing" pictures and videos he finds. That's his best friend after all!

Maybe Reborn would feel slightly jealous that even his teacher position was usurped, but he's kinda busy picking which leash he's going to put on Skull the moment he catches him.

Hibari is listening to Olivia Rodriguez during his speedrun of becoming the world most feared Hitman (only possible because Reborn is busy picking which tracker to put under Skulls skin once he finds him) in search of Tsuna

Sometimes, he picks a random grunt to ask for relationship advice.

I also like to think that as time goes on, a whole countersquad starts to form.

Like they notice that maybe they have some things to talk out, and that's why they keep searching, but they aren't per se helping Hibari or Reborn either.

But yeah anyway I love this au

I need a 100 chapter fic injected i to my veins pronto, but als I don't have that kind of talent... R.I.P

See, the thing is, it's not that Tsuna and Skull become ridiculously strong during their little vacation.

They're both already monstrously strong in their own right.

It's just that, for the first time since they were each dragged into this lifestyle kicking and screaming, they're spending time with someone who A.) learns in a similar fashion and B.) also understands what it's like to be given no choice about this entire thing.

So, for the first time, they're both ,,, comfortable.

Tsuna can ask questions without having to worry about dodging bullets or having to scream to be heard. Skull can impart his hard and bloodily won knowledge on someone without having to hear any "well actually" type bullshit because the way he uses his Flames is technically "wrong".

So of course that means they both start rapidly progressing.

Skull is able to describe things to Tsuna in terms that he understands and can actually visualize. Tsuna is so genuinely open to whatever it is that Skull's doing that Skull no longer feels the need to really hide.

Tsuna gets his hand-to-hand and acrobatic skills refined. Skull starts really opening up about what he's capable of.

They both refine how they look at and utilize their Flames.

They both stop caring about what everyone else is going to say/do.

On the opposite side of the situation, Reborn is ready to chew glass, Hibari is actively forcing other people to chew glass, and if Kusababe has to deal with Kyo-san turning to him one more time asking about why "the little animal fled" he's going to look into taking a vacation of his own.

The others, having now seen countless videos and photos of Skull and Tsuna taking the world by storm together, are starting to reevaluate what they think/know of the situation.

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I keep thinking about tasea and just. Tsuna getting to see firsthand-behind the bluster and bravado-exactly how much care Skull puts into things

Machinery requires repair, upkeep, oiling and grease and careful, familiar, steady hands (Skull gets a quiet watcher without a single snide word, only silent wonder and hesitant questions on how it works. An extra set of hands to scramble after a bearing trying to escape)

Riding leathers or leather boots or snazzy leather jackets properly taken care of are work in and of their own right (Long discussions on dyes and conditioners, polishes and patching, all over cotton, cloths, and hand labeled brushes [you Do Not mix up the brushes for neutral, black, and purple polishes])

I keep having Thoughts on an easy weekend that stretches out on an empty beach and Tsuna being the first person in literal decades to see the dye in Skull's hair fade under sun and sea spray (later they laugh and Tsuna finds out that the three mobile mirrors in the bathroom are to make redying your own hair less hellish but for the first time in an age Skull actually wants to let someone else help)

And Tsuna gets a front-row seat to just how deeply entwined Oodako is in every aspect of Skull's life.

Their relationship is even deeper than Reborn and Leon's and that is honestly saying A Lot.

Skull is enchanted with having someone else so openly interested in him and the things he likes and does on the regular. And he didn't even have to take a bullet for this one or anything.

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TASEA AU

Skull teaches Tsuna how to drive.

So everyone knows he is the world's greatest stuntman (which also makes him the world's best getaway driver), so Skull takes it upon himself to teach Tsuna how to drive.

There is an entire video on the internet from the 'before you even get in the car basics' to an actual car chase with the police. Aperantly, that was the final exam.

There is even a celebration photo at the end when they get away, and a note on how he was going to teach Tsube how to fly a plane next. After he has mastered the motorbike first.

Yes to all of this.

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Tasea- Skull teaches Tsuna how to drive a car. From the very basics that you learn before you even get into a car, all the way to how to jump over a bridge while driving backwards and being actively shot at. It's one of the few occasions where Tsuna is glad Reborn was so blind to Skull abilities because the thought of the two of them teaching together keeps him up at night.

Skull is just excited to get Tsuna on a bike once he is sure Tsuna can drive anywhere around the world as well as do any maintenance himself.

Oh Skull is absolutely gonna teach Tsuna how to drive the goddamn wheels off of anything he can get his hands on.

And yeah at first Tsuna is kind of freaking out, kind of anxious and scared, because Skull goes FAST but Tsuna has also come to really trust Skull very very quickly.

Plus with all the bullshit he's lived through by now? Extreme driving lessons aren't so bad.

In the end everyone outside of Skull is going to be in for a very very rude surprise the first time they have to get in the car with Tsuna because his default driving style ends up being "like I stole it"