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I know I've said it before but I'm saying it again, I just absolutely adore how Danny's eyes glow green in human form when he's getting particularly mischievous, not just when he's especially angry

Like this boy has a built in warning signal for when he's about to be a little menace to society and I love that for him

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Its the DCxDP comedy hour!!

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Catwoman sitting on a shed roof that allows her to watch the wayne manor backyard. Eating popcorn with a flip phone recording a very amusing scene.

Two rich fruit loop bastards are arguing about how to get inside Wayne Manor. The first. Obviously Ra's blabbing about needing to get to the Drake child. Greatest detective. To "control the mind." The second seems indignant at Ra's rant. Straightening his suit. He finally speaks"yes yes that is all well and good. Yes you are here for drake. I am here for fenton. Your brilliant plan of catapult worked. But now how do we get inside?"

"tch. As if that would be an issue. I brought rope. We can throw the hooks and climb through the windows." Ra's says.

The other man rolls his eyes"or i can just transform and ghost us in undetected."

"oh pf course masters with the plan! Dont you think ive studied this home long enough to know its warded against ghosts?!" And the two men continue to bicker.

"you think a grappling hook will work? There is nothing to grasp on this place! And the minute the glass on the windows break it goes on lockdown! What do you expect to do then?"

Meanwhile catwoman is surprised at their audacity to do this in the middle of the day. They have about 2 hours before the waynes return home which means shotgun alfred is home. Alone. This will be good. She watches a while longer as they attempt to enter the manor. The grappling hooks were the only way they entered. Unfortunately for them they set off the alarms.

Meanwhile inside...

"great im going to stay ghost and invisible. If they cant see me. They cant arrest me." Vlad says grinning before disapearing.

"you chicken shit bastard! You coward! Fight like a man you were intended to be! Immortal or not!" Fine! I will handle Batman on my own." ra's says. He does in fact not make it far before being detained by damian and dick.

Jason riding up fast on his motorcycle and being on standby as a gaurd til bruce and tim can get home. They are stuck at WE for civillian work. Meanwhile Danny is pretty sure there is more to this than it seems. He senses other ghosts. And getting more and more nervous before he instinctively turns ghost himself but remains solid. This has Vlas written all over it.

When everyone gets back to the cave Selina shows up all catty and plugs in the phone for them to enjoy the show of failure. It is very entertaining.

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Danny barging into the wayne mansion wearing a hoddie and holding a tray of fudge.

"WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?!"

All the bats and birds panicing bc a random broke theu their security measures. Bruce being first to look at him"hey now, i dont think i'm~"

he gets cut off by Danny. "NOT YOU! THE OLD MAN!"

Alfred steps out of the dining room fixing his gloves and suit. Before he can speak danny shoves the plate of fudge in his hands"Happy fathers day from thomas and his wife. They have not stopped hounding me for weeks. And im tired. Please tell me i can say their baby brucie is fine." He says half pleading.

Alfred breaks a small smile before laughing lightly"yes indeed. They are doing well. I am so terribly sorry to have put you in this position. Perhaps we can make it up to you by having you stay for dinner?"

Bruce and the kids are glading ready for a fight unsure of how to interact in this moment."Umm Alfred, do you know this kid?" Dick asks breaking the silence.

Danny turns to him"are you baby brucie? Bc i swear to ancients i need to punch you and i hope you are an adult." Silence as crickets sounds before dick breaks down laughing."no he is behind you ready to punch you himself. Can umm you explain?"

Danny pauses thinking a moment before amiling"you offered me free food. I will gladly accept! Oh! That reminds me! The fudge isnt poisoned or ecto contaminated. So it is safe for normal humans to consume as well as whatever the hell you all are." He waves and follows Alfred theu to the kitchen.

Bruce panic buttons the rest to come home for dinner. This is gonna be a long night.

Meanwhile tim is texting Kon to being supes and jon with him to dinner tonight. Things are about to be spicy!

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thinking about this again

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Klimt + The Addams Family

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Any day now

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I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

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today at work a coworker warned me that my patient’s owner let us know her cat is homophobic, meaning he tends to attack gay people violently on sight, which I thought was a joke. but that cat saw me and may have been the angriest cat I’ve ever worked with and DID in fact bite me through Kevlar gloves because he hated me so much

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My apologies to whatever poor Ao3 tag wrangler first sees the 'Bruce Wayne Muppet Threeesome' tag.

Your gift basket is in the mail.

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I finished reading The Lord of the Rings for the first time in my life. With all of *vague gesture at everything* this going on.

I Am Not Okay

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