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During the Body Swap incident

Beast Boy: Uhhh... What are you doing?

Phantom: I'm finally going to find out what mustard tastes like to Tamaranean taste buds

Starfire: It is a most refreshing beverage

Beast Boy: Well?

Phantom: (through a mouthful of mustard) It tastes like normal mustard. Starfire's just weird

Robin: Says the guy drinking a kiwi fudge milkshake

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Typical role dustribution

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👀 Vlad just being large, thank you come again

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Danny Phantom: production art and other cool stuff

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So Ive had this prompt stuck in my head, dunno if you've done it before, but:

Billy unexpectedly powers down due to a villain's weapon. But instead of being, well, scruffy little billy, he ends up looking like a greek child with the toga (?) and all. What would the JL reaction be?

This whole incident started half a year ago with the divine beings in his head arguing about something. Arguing was a surprisingly common occurrence despite the fact that most of these guys were over thousands of years old. He tended to normally tune them out whenever this was happening.

Achilles: “BILLY!”

Marvel: *startles* “Yes, Achilles?”

Achilles: “Chiton or toga?”

Marvel: “Huh?

Mercury: “Chiton or toga? We’re making you a gift. Aren’t we like so kind?”

Marvel: “A gift…?” *sounds weary* “I don’t like the sound of that. What are you planning?”

Zeus: “Nothing!”

Marvel: “Solomon?”

Solomon: “It really is nothing. This will actually aid you in case of any accidents while in field.”

Marvel: “Okay then…”

Hercules: “NOW PICK!”

Marvel: “Alright, alright, dang. Uh… What’s a chiton?”

Zeus: “What’s a- What’s a chiton? I’ve never felt such a shame for one of my children before.”

Marvel: “I’m not your kid, but okay.”

Solomon: “Billy, a chiton is a tunic that was worn traditionally by the Greeks.”

Marvel: “Oooh. Uh… okay then I pick that one.”

Zeus: “Ha ha, suck it Atlas!”

Atlas: “I also wanted him to pick the Chiton…?”

Zeus: “I know. I just don’t like you. I thought that was obvious by now.”

Billy didn’t know that Robin was like five feet away and watching this entire interaction go down. To Damian, this grown ass man was just having a full conversation with himself, oblivious to the world. He reported this behavior to his father later.

Batman: “That’s normal.”

Robin!Damian: “Pardon?”

Batman: “That’s normal for Marvel. Think nothing of it.”

Anyways, fast forward six months. Billy forgot about the gift thing the Gods were talking about. Mostly because they hadn’t even given him the gift. Then the time came when Billy was forced to be detransformed. All because of a stupid villain’s machine going haywire. Sivana could do better. So now, Billy was standing in front of the JL who had surrounded him in a half circle.

(Ancient Greek is in italics)

Billy: “Uh… Hello?” *doesn’t even realize he’s decked out in the Ancient Greek drip*

JL: *staring in befuddlement*

Supes: “He’s been de-aged?”

WW: *steps forward* “Brother?”

Mercury: “Okay, Billy, stare at her for like three seconds and then be like you’re Zeus‘s kin?”

Billy: *doesn’t even know why he’s doing this but does the three second stare* “You’re Zeus’ kin?”

Mercury: “You’re my favorite champion now.”

WW: “I am. I am Diana Prince. It’s a pleasure to meet you. What is your name?”

Solomon: “Thavma is a nice choice.”

Zeus: “So is Keraunos. Which is arguably better because it means lightning.”

Billy: “Thavma, or Keraunos. Either is fine.”

Flash: *whispering to Batman* “Spooky, what’re they saying?”

Batman: “I don’t know. I’m versed in Greek, not Ancient Greek. I can just barely make out an eighth of the words they’re saying.”

Soon after all of this, he was taken to the Watchtower. The JL dropped him off in a rec room and assigned Robin to watch him so the team could go to a meeting room to discuss the whole ordeal.

Robin!Damian: *looking him up and down*

Billy: *can feel the judgment through Robin’s mask* “What is it?”

Robin!Damian: “What?”

Billy: “I said what is it?”

Robin!Damian: “Tt. A language barrier.”

Billy: *frog blinks* “Language barrier…?”

Solomon: “I’ll just turn off the Ancient Greek for you.”

Billy: *clears his throat* “Can you understand me now?” *slight Greek accent still there*

Robin!Damian: “More clearly. Yes.”

Billy: “Cool, now what is it?”

Robin!Damian: “Pardon?”

Billy: “What is it? I can tell you’re staring at me judgmentally through that thing on your face.”

Robin!Damian: *visibly bristles* “I am not.”

Billy: “Yes, you are.”

Robin!Damian: “I am not.”

Billy: “You are.”

Robin!Damian: “Am not.”

Billy: “Yuh huh.”

Robin!Damian: “Nuh uh-” *realizes he let that leave his mouth* “Why are you acting like a child?

Billy: “I am a child.”

Robin!Damian: *stares at him for a couple moments* “The reason I am staring at you judgmentally, is that I had previously assumed you had been born an adult.”

Billy: “Who told you that?”

Robin!Damian: “Nightwing.”

Billy: *remembers he’s not supposed to know who that is* “Who?”

Robin!Damian: “He’s someone you’ll meet when you’re an adult.”

Billy: “Okay…?”

*silence*

Somehow, the two ended up crawling in the vents together. You couldn’t even ask Billy how it happened.

Robin!Damian: “Crawl faster.”

Billy: “I’m trying.”

They spent a while up there, crawling around, eavesdropping, stopping every now and then in the kitchen for snacks.

Robin!Damian: “This is chocolate.” *hands him a chocolate bar*

Billy: *eyes literally shining as he looks at the bar because he rarely gets to have chocolate*

Robin!Damian: “You open it like so.” *opens his own bar* “Now come. We must continue on the move. Back to the vents.”

This went on until the JL started to look for them.

Flash: *searching the rec room frantically because they should’ve been here*

Robin!Damian and Billy: *descend from the vents*

Robin!Damian: “What do you need speedster?”

Flash: *screams*

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i whines pathetically because the cold makes my joints hurt

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quick what is everyone doing right now

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Starfire: I can't let you kids out with Deathstroke on the streets, you're too young and this is too dangerous.

Superboy: Girl... We went to apokolips and fought the soldiers of darkseid.

Wonder Girl: We fight armies while time travel.

Robin: We literally traveled in the abyss, the path the deaths use.

Impulse: we fought against a magician with infinite power that literally altered the timeline once so we wouldn't exist.

Everyone: We can handle Deathstroke.

Starfire:... Cyborg?

Cyborg: I... I can't even argue with any of that.

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More of "Passion for Fashion"? I want to see how Tim simps admires Danny, for the mision obv /s but did Dan had the date he wanted with Killer Croc??

"Er. Boss?" A goon speaks up, holding a stack of letters. Waylon glances up from the table, which shows their next heist's map. He pulls back his lips, allowing his sharp teeth to show much to the unease of his men.

Men who, for lack of a better word, had fallen so low on the goon ladder that they were forced to work with the one boss who could and would eat them alive.

Waylon knows that those accepting jobs from him were only doing so because they had no one to turn to. He remembers the days when he was much the same, resorting to cannibalism to survive.

However, he only ate the ones who truly deserved it, like the pigs who sold children. His appearance and temper already scared people before they heard tales of him.

The men who followed him around did so because they were once workers of some other Rouge who were busted by the Bats. Because of this, their records were stained on both sides of the law.

Felons can hardly find work after their sentences, and even in the criminal world, being caught means you aren't worth the risk. Batman was likely watching them, which meant giving them jobs would bring unwanted attention.

Waylon understood this and knew that if push came to shove, the two women and singular man planning with him at the table now would turn him in without a second thought if the heist fell apart.

Hell, they likely turned him in before they even made it to the various jewelry stores.

No loyalty.

Not to someone born the way he was. The thought sours his mood.

"What?" He snaps, making three people reach for their guns, eyeing the crocodile man with strained stillness.

"You, er, you got some mail?" The guy- at least twenty-five but as bright as a bag of bricks- says. He's one of the new hires. Three months ago, he worked for Joker before the clown figured he could use his men like a meat shield.

Why any of them would think that clown was more trustworthy than Waylon, he will never know. At least Waylon had morals and an honor code to some extent.

"Mail?" He repeats,

The goon-He thinks his name is Jack- places the bundle on the table before him. "I went to our P.O. Box to see if any new jobs were offered and found it almost overflowing with these. All from the same sender, but I can't pinpoint the address. It's like it's not real?"

The first thing Waylon notices about the envelopes is their aggressive red, pink, and purple coloring. He notices the heart seal stickers are broken, as Jack is told to screen everything before showing it to him.

It looks like Valentine's Day threw up in his mailbox.

What the hell? He thinks reaching for the first one. The paper he finds inside is less of a letter and more of a poem. A love poem. He addressed to Waylon about Waylon, and it's the strangest thing that has ever happened to him.

Men tell tales

of beauty covered in scales

But none hold a candle

to your dazzel

Oh, my Everburning,

I'm filled with yearning

Of your embrace

Covered in lace.

Waylon stares at the words with a horrified wonder. "What is this?"

Sally- who used to work for Riddler before the man had used her younger sister in one of his games- peaks over his shoulder and snorts. "I think that's a love letter, sir. Sounds sort of juvenile if you ask me."

"That's the tamest one," Jack winces, picking a lavender-colored one next. "This one was just a picture of suggestive clothing for the Boss to wear and, I think, a drawing of the designer, too?"

He passes the drawings around, and various people make noises at them. Shockingly, the one about Waylon gets appreciative hums, while the picture of the teenager earns grimaces.

"Wait. Isn't this the kid that Boss kidnapped a few weeks ago?" Maria asked, hoping up the perfectly drawn- almost a picture really- of Dan Fenton, posing suggestively on a bed surrounded by rose petals and laces. He's on his stomach, holding his head up with a hand, and a single rose is in his mouth. A sheet covers his rear, but it's obvious the boy drew himself naked, which is all sorts of horrifying.

Waylon feels himself go pale. "It is. It's Dan Fenton, the fashion designer in that stupid model heist I was lied to about."

"Hey, Papi kid?" Maria cackles. "No way! He's trying to romance you! This shit is hilarious!"

"He's seventeen," Waylon snaps, both embarrassed and disgusted. "I already told him I was too old for him!"

"When you tell him?" Jack asks, pulling out more letters and passing them around the group. The planning meeting is long forgotten as everyone starts chatting and comparing envelopes. "Some of these are dated a few days after the kidnapping."

"He-what- He didn't even know my name when I went to their house to apologize!" Waylon gapes. "How did he know where to send the letters!?"

"Beats me. Those meta kids are hard to figure out." Harold speaks up when he compares a letter to the most recent one. He squits at the wording with barely concealed amusement. Harold is the newest hire, having been one of Scarecrow's until a month prior. "Scarecrow had me look into them, only to find that besides being refugees from some Spanish country, there was nothing on them. And I mean nothing. No known source of funds, no bills under their name, no evidence of them going out for supplies. Really, they could be ghosts where it's not for the other twin strutting around Gotham like it's his personal runway."

Waylon pinches his brows, trying to get the headache to settle. It's only one in the afternoon; why was this his life? "Why was Scarecrow looking into the Fentons?"

Harold's smile is as sharp as the needles he used to prepare for his former boss. Waylon made a point of never asking his goons why they chose to work for him, but after some time, stories floated around.

The fact no one knows Harold's story makes him dangerous. At once, the humor is sucked out of the room, and the four members of the room grow guarded

"Rumor has it Bane knew their mother," Harold says in the eerie silence. "Knew her very personally, if you catch my drift. Scarecrow wanted to confirm the rumors before Bane could escape Arkham."

Waylon feels his stomach drop as Sally covers her mouth with her hand. She gives Killer Croc a look of sympathy that he has rarely been on the receiving end of. "Bane Jr. has the hots for you. Run Boss, Run"

"It's just a rumor," Harold continues, shrugging his thin shoulders. " I think you should clarify that you have rejected him in case Bane has some spies out here. You know, for your own safety."

"How in the devil am I supposed to do that?" Waylon snaps, his accent heavier now with his frustration. "I dare say I was obvious with the boy when I told him no to his face."

"Is it his age or his gender?" Jack speaks up, "Cause I find kids are more willing to forget crushes if they think it's a different sexuality thing."

"Ew, how do you know that?" Maria accuses, which makes Jack flush red.

"It's not like that! I just used to tutor this kid when I was in high school. She was only four years younger, but that's a huge difference when you're fifteen and she's eleven. She only stopped when I told her point black I was gay." Jack rubs his neck. "I rejected her about five times before then. Trust me, boss, if you tell the boy you are straight, things end faster. You are....straight, aren't you?"

Waylon has no idea how to explain it; he's not sure because no one has ever been willing to help him figure it out. He ponders the topic a little too long before Harold swoops in.

"I always thought you were an Ace in the hole." He says, as the rest of the group all perk up. Maria and Sally nod like it makes sense, so Waylon doesn't dare ask what that means.

"So, Boss." Harold stares intently at him, clutching the newest letter in his hand. Waylon feels like his soul is being judged. "Do you have no feelings at all for Dan Fenton?"

"Of course not! He's a kid!" Waylon snaps, which makes everyone else beam. It's odd. It almost feels like they're teasing him, which makes no sense since no one likes Waylon Jones. "I'll make an announcement after our heist, okay? Can we please get back on topic?"

"What about the letters Boss?" Jack asks.

The crocodile man waves a hand, "Burn them."

Hours later, everyone leaves with their assignments. Sally and Maria carpooled while Jack brought his bike. Waylon is the only one staying, as he sleeps in the old decrypted warehouse for now and watches Harold calmly walk down the street on a phone call from the second-floor window.

Curious, Waylon tilts one of the pines that was once used for hot water but now works to overhear conversations below.

He understands nothing of it, as Harold is speaking in fast-paced Spanish, but when he doesn't catch his name or anything about the heist, he figures it's not important.

He fixes the pipe on the wall again and turns around to see if the old can of sardines is still good enough for dinner. He pays no mind to the burning barrel on his left.

Further down the street, Harold huffs out a laugh. "I'm telling you, there is no need to worry. Killer Croc is not sniffing around your kid."

"You better be right," Bane sneers back, his Santa Prisca accent curling around his words much more roughly than Harold's out-of-practice Spanish. Then again, one of them was able to run to America when they were young by the grace of well-meaning coyotes, and the other had to fight his way here in adulthood. "If that fucking lizard so much as looks at Dan, I want you to put a bullet through his eyes."

"Honestly, based on his reaction to Dan's letters, Killer would ask for it. I've never seen a man so uncomfortable." Harold snickers, but his eyes become hard as he watches Danny Fenton strut by him dressed to the nines, and five stupid little girls drool as he walks by. It reminded him of days when his sister would get the same attention.

Attention in Gotham or Santa Prisca was never a good thing. It killed him to know that the family bloodline was once again putting his loved ones in danger. A small part of him was grateful that particular gene skipped him as much as he felt guilty for thinking so.

"My sister gave her life to get the boys here, Bane. Don't ruin it."

"I swear, cuñado, I'll keep them safe. Even if I can never be with them."

Danny enters a building out of Harold's sight. He leans against a light post, waiting for the boy to finish. Harold may as well ensure his nephew gets home safely as he ends the call.

Above him, Red Robin flies suspiciously close to Danny's path again. He'll have to look into that.

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When I was younger and researching the autism diagnosis criteria and symptoms, I thought “oh I couldn’t POSSIBLY be autistic.” Because when I read “takes everything literally” I thought it literally meant EVERYTHING and I was like “I don’t take EVERYTHING literally, just most things!” And I just realized the other day that it didn’t actually mean EVERYTHING and that was an overstatement.

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Thinking about Tim on patrol as Robin after all the Joker Junior incident. Like, him and Batman following and fighting some random criminals and suddenly Tim starts laughing/crying, but no one can see it's Robin, so they just think Batman and the Joker are working together against them.

Everyone is terrified; the criminals for the mere thought of the Bat and the Joker as allies; Bruce because he doesn't really know how to help Tim and feels guilty for not stopping him from going with him; Tim because he's having a fucking attack (he should be over this, it was months ago); and everyone else in Gotham (the fuck you mean Batman and Joker? The fuck you mean the fucking Bat and the Clown-)

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Bumping the suggestion form! Prompts and rules will be released by the end of the upcoming weekend. Share any prompt ideas, suggestions for how the week is run, songs, etc.!

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manga panel redraw thingyy

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DPxDC Legal Power

Batman: You can not punish the Joker

Batman: You are no judge, jury, and executioner

Danny Fenton, standing over Joker's beaten body: Actually, I am

Danny Fenton, raising the Creep Stick up: I am the High King of Infinite Realms, and this bitch has been resurrected more than once

Danny Fenton, smacking Joker like a piñata: With the use of a pool of some nasty smelling ecto, mind you, but it puts him under my jurisdiction nonetheless

Danny Fenton, smiling at Batman as Joker is wheezing and trying to crawl away: So I am the judge, jury, and executioner for him since I'm the highest power in a Realm where he is a denizen

Danny Fenton, catching the Joker by the ankle and dragging him back: And as the King, I hereby sentence him to death by a repetitive use of The Creep Stick over his whole body

Batman: ...

Red Hood, with a bowl of popcorn: Do you mind switching The Creep Stick for a crowbar?

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Plz rb if you vote