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DC + DP

here's p1, but you don't need to read it

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None of the bats could exactly say what to do about the kid. Because that's what he was, a kid. It made Jason uneasy, the way he threw himself into reckless situations. he couldn't fathom why either.

Why did he run? Why did he fight? No answers waited for him, and no one cared to ask. The people who did ask didn’t receive answers. He looked half dead. Blood stained his hands and face, and his dark hoodie hid any injuries. And he was Injured. Jason knew that, from his prominent limp.

Jason had been the first to see him, the forts to meet the boy who was now as feared as the bats. He didn’t have mercy, and he wasn’t fast or quick in his movements. They weren’t sloppy but definitely unprofessional. He hit to hurt, with full strength, like a brawler. He couldn’t fathom how he was alive.

his skeletal structure he wide eyes, his bloody fists and jeans. Jason sighed, then leaped from the roof to continue his patrol. He hadn’t seen the kid tonight but he wasn’t stupid enough to belive he was taking a break. The kid fought without stop, he fought like he wanted to die.

the night continued smoothly, a couple goons, but a few warning shots was all I took and they were running. Then he heard, , “no, no no no, I’m trying I’m sorry,” the person screamed, their voice sounded raw; it felt desperate. Jason ran, he didn’t know what was happening but the voice was young and broken.

he froze when he saw the kid, he had his head in his hands leaning against the ally wall, shadows swarmed him, they almost looked like they were human but it was surely a trick of the light. His eyes were wide and water, a piercing green though Jason could have sworn they were blue last time they’d met:

the kids head snaps up as he takes a step closer and Jason winces at the scratch marks clearly self inflicted marring his arms: “hey?” He tries thank winces, why did he have to do this? He was hardly the most comforting of the bats. “Hey?” It would be an average greeting had the kids not suffered nor sounded utterly terrified. “I’m sorry,” they stand hands shaking but their eyes never leave Jason.

“You alright?” Jason asks and they flinch, they seem to consider it then suddenly as though he’d been told to say it “No, I’m fine.” They sound more like they are saying someone else’s opinion.

"What's your name?" Jason asks, moving away from the topic since the kid doesn't seem willing to answer.

"Danny," the boy answers eyes empty and lifeless.

"Nice to meet you, you sure you're alright?" he asks again trying to sound friendly which is hard with the voice modulator.

"Yeah.." Danny hesitates his eyes looking anywhere but Jason's eyes.

"kid are you sure?' he can't help but ask again. Wide watery eyes look up to meet his.

"I'm Fine," the kid snaps annunciating each syllable.

"Kid, just be honest," he tries to make his voice gentle despite the voice modulator.

"I"M FINE!" the shout is desperate,k raw and the kid is running, Jason catches hi, and he's light as a feather.

Jason pulls him back, and the kid punches and kicks, it's the most Jason can do to avoid getting hit. Finally tires out, standing limply.

"I'm sorry, please.." his voice dies and Jason winces.

"Please what?" Jason asks.

"Don't hurt me," thee kid whimpers.

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Yeah writers block sucks! I'm too tired to continue this now, so maybe in like a month you'll get an update? idk

@bluebird8683 @what0to0call0my0self @tkiesai

thank ya'll sorry it took forever

bye ✌️

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Small prompt - Cat Hood (concept)

[Next]

Catwoman was walking around the Gotham cityscape, enjoying the view of the night after a successful heist overseas. A one of a kind Ruby eyed ragdoll brooch that is now safely tucked away in her collection.

She snickered,

She could already picture how twisted that old hags face gets when she noticed the jewel has been replaced. How fun~

Hmm?

Catwoman stopped her trail on a nearby fire hydrant.

As a prominent thief in the Bat’s rogue gallery, she was rather well versed in the oddities Gotham had to offer. But a kid wearing soiled tailored clothes in the middle of the night while walking around like a zombie wasn’t one of them… guess that’s one more for the lists?

She watch from a far for a while before deciding to meet kid.

She didn’t really want to. But she did heard from a passing that the Bat isnt in his right mind as of late, and not to mention a rough scolding, the natives wouldn’t be too nice to a kid who looked like he came from money with how he was dressed… no matter how bad the state of the said clothes were.

“Hey Kitten, I know young minds like you like to explore and all, but dont you think its a tad bit dangerous here at night?”

Now, Selina was ready to beat the heck out of the kid if he were to act out and all that. But of all the things she was expecting, a blank stare wasnt one of them.

“…”

“…Kitten?”

His eyes weren’t focused at all, was the kid sleep walking? No, the state of the clothes doesn’t indicate that. And now she was closer, Selina could see how battered as bruised the kids hands were. Fresh too.

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It was only supposed to be a simple mission. Red Robin and Nightwing were sent to investigate some magical ruins that might have a lead on one of thier shared cases. Kon had practically begged to come along since he and Tim hadn't seen eachother in a while. Nightwing didn't see a problem with it so off they went.

It was later that night when they were asleep in thier tents (Timm was forced to sleep via the power of kons puppy dog eyes) that something strange happened.

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Phantom wobbled a bit in flight. He didn't know where or when he was. He had just escaped his parents after they saw Vlad transform and in a fit of rage, Vlad outed Danny too.

Vlad was killed pretty quickly. But Danny? They tried to "fix" Danny. It was only thanks to Jazz freeing him that he could bolt into the Ghost Zone and disappear. And bolt he did. He went so far so fast that he didn't even notice when he re-entered the living realms and just kept going.

Not wanting to make his situation worse, he decided to bed down for the night. His wounds weren't exactly healed but they were closed and that was what really mattered. He phased the blood out of his clothes as he silently approached a camp. Thier fire was out, properly drenched too. Danny had a thought to swipe some food but decided not to. Not out of morality, desperate times and all that, but because he physically couldn't muster up the energy to do anything more than curl up on the grass and pass out from exhaustion.

Needless to say when Tim wakes up the next morning and sees what appears to be a younger version of himself curled up outside he freaks out. He sneakily snags a sample and compared it to his own DNA and, suprise! Its a match. Aside from the obvious marks of cloning in his genetic structure and this odd unknown element sticking to it he was a perfect match for Tim Drake Wayne.

Nightwing woke up to find Tim standing over his unconscious mini and muttering about him being a dad. Dick was glad he packed that expensive coffee. They were all going to need it.

Kon was just excited to be an uncle.

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"Vladimir Masters arrived, and by his side is a teen, adolescent guessing around 17. B, he doesn't look too happy to be here." Reports Tim as he stares subtly at the direction of the pair, walking around.

It didn't take a genius to see that the teen by Vladimir's side wasn't happy to be here.

"Got my eyes on them," Dick shares from across the room, where he'd grabbed a glass of champagne and mingled around. "Need some help, I'll try talk to the guy. O, know his name already?"

Tim plucked a small dessert from the table, giving a polite smile to the women passing him and frowning. Vladimir Masters wasn't an unusual guest they had, but whenever he did attend, it was alone. He was not married, Tim knew. So where did he get that guy from?

"Got him." Oracle's voice comes through the comm. "Daniel Fenton-Masters. Guess our friend over there got more family than we knew. That's his godson. There is... a lot. To say."

As she trails off, Dick makes his way slowly and steadily over, interest rising as he waves to an elderly man. "What is it?"

"Daniel hates Masters. Or so it seems." Oracle bluntly states, Dick nearly trips. "He was arrested once for keying Masters car, by Masters himself. Bailed him out after a few hours." She seemed more amused than alarmed, which was good.

Despite their talking through the comm, Tim nor Dick took notice of the youngest Wayne in the room stopping in front of the Masters.

"Eyes on Damian." Bruce speaks up for the first time, finally taking a break from the persona it seems.

Much to the short confusion turned alertness, Dick caught onto the youngest Wayne's plan. "He's engaging in a conversation all by himself! I'm so proud!"

With Damian and Daniel talking, Vladimir did not hesitate in leaving his wards side and talking with other guests. Dick still kept an eye on him, remaining close but outside of his path.

"O, tune us in on their conversation?"

With an affirmative hum, the channel switches and their voices become loud and clear.

"How is Delilah? From the letters I received, she seemed to be well."

"Oh, yeah! She's doing great! Don't tell anyone, Damian, but the zoo believes her to be pregnant."

"Pregnancy? Give her my blessings if it is true."

Was that pride in his tone? Dick would weep if he were alone.

The idle conversation switches topics from the apparently endangered monkey species(? Of course Damian would know. He seemed to have been in contact with Daniel previously.)

"Vladimir!" Brucies voice cuts in, startling Damian for a second and having the other birds in the gala swirl their heads toward their father.

As Dick keeps an eye on Bruce and Vladimir, Tim studied the other teen. During Damians startle, invisible to the trained eye, he had looked back with a flick to see. Despite how fast or practised the move was, Daniel followed along seamlessly.

Almost like a Bird.

The talk between the two ended shortly after the one from the adults started, Daniel was on the move after a quick excuse, grabbing a glass of champagne on his path directly towards his guardian.

And yet. The message he'd given Damian to escape repeated itself in his mind.

"Sorry, Damian, I need to save your father, one second. I'll be back soon."

Save Bruce from Vladimir? Why?

One second, he'd just watched Daniel pass him. The next, the boy was apologising repeatedly, over and over again. The glass of champagne empty on the floor, broken and the liquid inside all over Vladimir Masters.

"Masters is angry. Send someone to clean up the mess, please." To that, man in uniform arrived with a broom in his hand and cleaning up the shards of glass in seconds.

"That was clearly intentional. Daniel made sure Masters didn't get to talk with B past formalities. The picture I'm getting keeps getting uglier here, guys."

"Got it, thanks O. I'm joining in now."

...at least no rogue had yet to crash the gala? Tim hopes he didn't just Jinx them all.

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donald trump will die on july 20th 2025 at 1pm pacific standard time

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Phantom's emergency contact form, particularly in a no one knows AU

At first, Danny tried to reject doing an emergency contact form and pushed it off for as long as possible. 

He had some great points on his side: He was already dead, he didn't even know If he could die again, Ghosts don't have families (to his knowledge) and he really didn't want anyone to find out just how long he's secretly been pretending to be alive.

The other members of the Justice League asked gently if he really wanted to leave his loved ones wondering should he suddenly disappear one day.

And he hesitated.

That made the other JL members realize he definitely had loved ones that-- for whatever reason-- he didn’t want to know he was a member of the Justice League.

While they understood protecting their loved ones from their enemies, it was also important to protect them from being hurt by their friend disappearing without warning.

Flash wouldn’t shut up about it, Wonder Woman made stupidly good points. Batman kept pushing to put in the paperwork.

Finally, Batman handed Phantom a folder of all his blank paperwork and insisted Phantom finish it that day, or else he would be pulled from his missions.

Phantom really didn’t want to stop investigating the crime syndicate he was working on with Robin, so he took the papers with a sigh.

Danny agonized over the emergency contact form in a private room of the Justice League headquarters.

A singular piece of paper to be set in a box that would self-destruct at any attempts to open it without at least three personalized passwords from different members of the league after the League’s internal systems recognized Phantom as deceased or missing for longer than 48 hours.

It was as thorough as Batman could get, albeit not flawless.

Danny is already aware his friends and family are concerned about him. Their constant attempts to reconnect only to be met with radio silence on his end was a sign enough.

He tried to imagine to how Batman would react to having to call the “Fenton Hotline” and tell them their teenage son died on a mission for the Justice League… that is, if they even pick up.

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i made this instead of doing the things ive been "forgetting" to do

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Interviewer, catching Damian in costume: Robin! Can you explain the process of picking up Robin or passing on the mantle?

Damian, mildly annoyed at Bruce at the moment: It's quite simple. Batmam steals young children from their bed, usually nine or ten or so. Then he takes you to his lair and give you a deal.

Damian: If you can beat him in a game of your choosing, he will train you to be Robin. If you lose, you are eaten. I beat him in a classic fencing game. He's quite good with swords, but he wasn't very good with the sport itself.

Tim, standing next to him: Yeah, I beat him at a memory card game. I like totally cheated, but I'm too old for him to eat now, so ot doesn't matter.

Damian, nodding: Yes. The worst part of the job is disposing of failed Robins bones. He usually sucks them clean and leaves them all over the floor.

Tim: Yeah, its messy. But after you hit, like 15 he stops trying to eat you, so that's cool.

Damian: I have not yet reached 15. I'm still in danger. If you have more questions, ask Nightwing, as he was the first to avoid being eaten.

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Same interviewer, at a different date: Mr. Nightwing. Is it true Batman tries to eat potential Robins?

Dick, who has no idea what she's taking about: Yeah, it's really scary. His jaw unhinges like a snake.

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“My body, my choice” only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.

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joke i'll never get tired of: "they died doing what they loved, [something no one would ever do on purpose]"

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and i know people mean well when they give employment advice but god damn some of them its like "did you try submitting your resume to a place that is hiring" fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck no kidding. shit. ive just been printing them out and eating them. yeah thanks i'll try that

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Danny has found out that he tends to stay awake for weeks, if not months, at a time. However, when he does sleep, he needs to sleep for a way longer time than people sleep. Usually about one or three thousand years.

Clockwork and he figure it has to do with his body starting to absorb the Time Amulet that he shoved into his chest; his core, still growing, started to think that this foreign power source was supposed to be taken in, and has started to do so.

Danny's core is still ice, but it's also adapting the power of the Time Amulet to that; basically, Danny is mostly immune to time shenanigans naturally, and the other side effect is a huge influx of power to his core.

Problem; that is a lot of power, and Danny's body needs a lot of time to rest in ghost form to handle it without destabilizing.

So because he doesn't want to miss living his life with his family, he and Clockwork figure something out.

When he gets sleepy, and it's time for him to Sleep frfr instead of just an 8 hour catnap, Clockwork sends him to a different dimension that works on a different timeframe.

He gets a room especially made, hidden from the denizens of that world, full of never-rotting timeless comforts like pillows and blankets, and he gets to sleep.

They repurpose some of the Skeleton Army he won from Pariah Dark to serve him while he rests; they make sure he's clean, that the sheets and pillows are clean, and that snacks and drinks are available for his brief moments of wakefulness.

In this particular world, however, his sleeping chambers have been found, and he's being worshipped as the god of a cult.

They've carved a hole above his chambers, and for the most part haven't been too obtrusive, so the Skeleton Army lets them keep that hole. The cult has been sending food and treasure down, and since the Skeleton Army's primary purpose is to ensure Danny is well-fed whenever he wakes up and comfortable, they allow this.

Then the cult drops Bart Allen in the sleeping chambers, deliberately angling him so that he lands on Danny's pillow-bed, fully intending to use him to both wake up their sleeping god and be a sacrifice.

By the time Wally gets down there, ready to save Bart and defend him, the Skeleton Army is gently trying to pry the sleeping gods arms off of Bart, who has apparently become a living teddy bear for this thing.

"Uh..."

"I think they're trying to save me? This god likes to cuddle, I guess."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think he's just super tired. He might let go if you find a good enough replacement."

"Why can't you just phase out?"

"What if I wake him up and he starts searching for me? We gotta find something else he can cuddle with."

So Wally leaves on a quest, darting all over the world and bringing back huge stuffed animals in an attempt to find one that the god will accept as a substitute for Bart.

Bart, meanwhile, is living it up.

The Skeleton Army makes sure he's fed, there's like, a lot of video games that the cult threw down here, and while he is antsy cuz he can't move, at least this is actually the most comfortable bed he's ever been on.

But he is getting kinda bored, and none of the stuffed animals Wally is bringing in are working.

So he texts the Young Justice group chat.

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babygirl I'm bothered by noises you wouldn't even hear

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Scientists have just discovered some rocks at the bottom of the ocean can make oxygen... and they do it in complete darkness!

These aren’t magic stones, they’re polymetallic nodules, potato-sized metal lumps packed with manganese, cobalt, and nickel.

But here’s the twist; when seawater flows over their surfaces, they generate tiny electric currents that can split water molecules into hydrogen and oxygen. No sunlight, no photosynthesis, just deep-sea chemistry creating breathable gas in the pitch black.

This “dark oxygen” could explain how deep-sea creatures survive in low-oxygen zones far from the surface. What's even wilder is that if this can happen on Earth, it could be happening right now in the hidden oceans of Europa or Enceladus, two icy moons that scientists think might host alien life.

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pov: you’re in the passenger seat, hand-feeding the driver fries like a wild horse