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Danny gets adopted by Bruce Wayne au but consider: Danny was brought up in a loving-if absolutely insane- household where pda and mushy gushy stuff wasn't only said, but expected.

The bats almost never voice thier love for one another, instead showing it in a variety of different ways.

What I'm saying is that Danny keeps nearly killing them by saying "I love you." I'm not even joking. Danny has nearly offed the bats more times in his week staying in wayne manor than any Gotham villian would dare try

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Include (Mourn) Me

Danny thought he would say this but being inside the thermos was honestly relaxing and a bit fun.

In some cases even therapeutic for him.

So he created another thermos just to hold him, in a way that he could fully control, that way he wouldn't be trapped.

Tucker & Sam would carry him around with them, usually speaking with him and including him in their activities.

Danny while inside could only project his emotions towards them to communicate, but they understood him perfectly with how long they've been together.

Tucker was still trying to create something special to vocally speak to each other in this situation, not really necessary but a fun idea for Tuck.

The citizens of Amity were already used to this so didn't even give them a second glance.

The people outside of Amity on the other hand?

Completely different story.

Which caused a lot of misunderstanding when the trio decided to take a road trip before heading to college.

To these people it looked like Sam & Tucker were carrying around their boyfriend's (Danny) ashes, and completing a bucket list that Danny never managed to live long enough to enjoy with them.

Speaking and including Danny in their activities like he were there and responding to them being their way of coping with his death.

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S&T: "Oh! Look Danny they have those candies that you really like!"

Danny: *Excited vibes*

Gas station employee: *wipes a tear away* "Oh what tragic love story"

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Inside a store shopping

Sam: "Look Danny they have space stickers, do you want some?

Danny in the shopping cart's baby seat: *Space! Stick them on my thermos*

Tucker looking at Danny's thermos: "Good idea Danny, It'll make your thermos look really nice!"

People around them: "Is that an urn? Are they speaking to the ashes?"

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At a museum

Tucker: " 3 adult bracelet passes to the space exhibition please"

Employee: "3? Sorry sir I need to personally put them on, could you call for your third member?"

Sam: *Holding up the thermos* "Here he is. Do you have a bracelet big enough to fit him?"

Danny is too excited to pay attention

Employee:

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Just an Idea

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Danny always knew tax evasion ran in his veins. His parents hadn’t been the most… morally sound of people, and less so as ecto-scientists.

He just didn’t think their lessons would ever result in a criminal empire that spanned the entire city and then some. Danny hadn’t seen it coming. His parents definitely wouldn’t have.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Wayne. Mr. Fox.”

Danny ‘the Phantom’ Fenton sat down across from a rather tense looking (to Danny’s enhanced senses, anyways) Brucie Wayne and his right hand, Lucius Fox. He smiled pleasantly, matching Brucie’s vacant smile with that touch of Midwest suburban mother smile.

With his acquisition of multiple Gotham companies, his rather newly established Fentom Co. became one of the largest holding companies in Gotham, the first being Wayne Enterprises and the second being Drake Industries. After months of constantly working his butt off while fending off assassins, reforming Gotham’s slums and cleaning up some of the streets, and taking care of his nest of street kids, Danny garnered enough power to even stand close to Wayne Enterprises in terms of financial powers.

The topic of this meeting was, of course, the proposed merger of Wayne Enterprises’ Medical R&D division with Fentom Co.’s pharmaceutical department. Usually, Wayne Enterprises wouldn’t even consider such an offer, as their Medical R&D division was the most well funded and least likely to be part of a Rogue’s scheme- and therefore most beloved- department of the same nature in Gotham. However, Danny had something the other offers didn’t.

Blackmail.

His overly polite smile widened as Bruce’s mask twitched. His eyes slid over to Lucius Fox.

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir. I’ve heard much about your genius in… research and development.”

By that, Danny meant that he knew Lucius Fox helped develop Batman’s tech.

He did a lot of stalking that week. It felt rather… invasive, even if he did get a bunch of juicy secrets.

You know what they say: dead men tell no tales… but halfas are generally blabbermouths.

“Is that so? It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Fenton.” The man quickly glanced between the youngsters, accurately predicting that this might have something to do with Bruce’s active nightlife.

“Yes, it is such a pleasure to meet you.”

Wow, Danny didn’t think he’d ever heard anyone sound both so perky and dead inside at the same time, except for Susan at Gotham High’s bake sale.

Bruce wishes he could be a Susan. He’s at best a Becky.

“Will you be staying, Mr. Fox? You’re the head of the R&D department, correct?”

“Ah, yes-”

“Oh, Lucius! I think you had an appointment with the finance department right now! I heard Sally talk about it, you know!”

Lucius Fox sent an unreadable look at Bruce before rallying.

“Oh, it must have slipped my mind. My apologies, Mr. Fenton, it seems as though I can not skip this appointment.”

“That’s alright. I suppose it gives you… plausible deniability… should things go wrong, haha!” Danny allowed his smile to widen a little further than natural. Bruce tensed but Lucius Fox simply politely smiled and left the room.

Ignorance is bliss and all that, Danny amusedly thought.

As the door shut with a click, Bruce dropped the vacant Brucie smile and sighed.

“What do you want,” he gritted out. Danny wasn’t about to let that slide, not after he spent the better part of this month wrangling Bruce’s problem children.

“Ah, it must be because I’m from the Midwest, Brucie, but where I come from, we value these things called manners.”

You uneducated jerk, he doesn’t say.

Danny leaned back in his chair, loosening his smile into something relaxed and sharp.

“…” Oh, boy, Danny could just hear the other man’s blood pressure rising. “What is the purpose of your visit, Mr. Fenton?”

“Relax, Brucie,” Danny sing-songed in a non-relaxing way. “I’m just here to discuss a possible merger that I’m sure you’ll agree to, and give you a couple of updates on your… wayward bird.”

He heard Bruce take a slow, controlled breath. “Very well. Where. Would. You. Like. To. Start.”

Danny ignored the gritted out sentence. He passed a contract to Bruce, who took it like he was handling a live bomb.

“Here’s the proposal, Mr. Wayne. Please, look it over.”

He watched as Bruce looked over the contract with an eagle eye before lowering it, scrutinizing Danny.

“This is… very fair.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. Of course it was fair. Danny wasn’t interested in exploiting the Waynes, despite them being very able to afford it.

He’d brought fifty manufacturing sites for pharmaceuticals, and offered up a building where both companies could send their workers. He provided top notch security- that definitely didn’t have any talons on staff, what were they talking about?- that came from his own security division. Granted, most of them were reformed and trained goons, but hey, creating jobs can only help Gotham’s economy and help break the cycle of poverty, right? Guaranteed by the Wayne name and, most importantly, uncompromised medicine that was accessible to everyone would be a damn good start. He’d also have Penguin’s empire to distribute it to those who couldn’t make it to a clinic or a store, and there were plans in there to work with and establish contracts with Gotham’s welfare department. Well… once Danny finished replacing them with people who wouldn’t try to take a cut of the funds and actually cared about the people. He was thinking… the multitudes of poor grad students and parents that need income. He’s in the process of building childcare centers and…

It’s a good thing he managed to save money from the taxes (thank you, Gotham’s morally ambiguous tax experts that were in desperate need for clients! He could do it himself but having a team of accountants at the ready was seriously so helpful.) because ancients knows the government weren’t about to step into Gotham and help the people here. He needs so much money to pull all of this shit off and a lot of it has to be clean.

Danny inwardly sighed and marked another thing onto his to do list.

Make money laundering fronts.



“Of course, Mr. Wayne. You didn’t think I’d come in here demanding money, did you?”

“I considered it.”

“I am, in fact, trying to help Gotham. You might not agree with my methods, but I’d rather not damage Wayne Enterprises when it’s doing so much to help the people.”

Ugh, he was doing too much work. Danny just wanted to- hah- chill at home and read bed time stories to his kids.

Bruce Wayne, the specific blend between Brucie and Batman, regarded him silently. Danny felt like he went up a few notches in the respect ladder.

Nice.

“You’re a criminal.”

“Says the man in the bat-suit breaking into places and assaulting people.”

Bruce’s hands spasmed around the contract. Danny smiled at him, taking a sip of the coffee they’d prepared. Oo, nice!

“Ah, I heard you’re adopting- pardon, fostering- Tim Drake. Getting empty nest syndrome, Brucie?” He slipped back into using Bruce’s first name. The proposal was formal. This… was very much not.

“What about it?”

“That’s very kind of you. Speaking of which, well, of your birds, I was wondering if you remembered what I asked you to do.” Danny continued, not giving Bruce a chance to reply. “Didn’t I ask for you to keep your birds in line, Brucie?”

The CEO straightened even further, form filling out to be Batman’s imposing figure. “I did.”

“No, you didn’t. Do you know where your charge is, right now? No, not the formerly dead one,” Danny tilted his head, smile shrinking.

“Don’t you dare do anything to Tim. I swear, if you even lay a hand on a strand of his hair, I’ll-”

“Sit your Armani clad ass down, Bruce.” Danny snapped. “Your son’s in your office. I don’t harm children, and your assumptions are deeply insulting. Threaten me again, Bruce, and I’ll make sure you know exactly how much I know about your birds, your cousin, and the commissioner’s daughter.”

Bruce snarled but leashed his anger just enough to sit back down. He itched to go check on Tim, but leaving a threat like Phantom unwatched felt inherently wrong.

“Your other son,” Danny continued. “Is doing quite well. He’s learning that he has hobbies again. He’s actually working under me, you know.”

“He’s what.”

Oh, yeah, that tracks. It figured that Jason wouldn’t tell Bruce about anything. He’s still conflicted about his death. Danny got it.

“Ah, that’s precious information. You’ll have to offer something of equal value if you want to know. There is, on the other hand, a piece of information I’ll give you for free.”

Danny paused for the dramatic effect. It was lost on Bruce, the ultimate drama queen of this world.

“The League of Assassins are hanging around Hotham lately. It’s getting tedious, getting rid of them. I suggest talking to your old flame, you know, with words and what little communication skill you’ve got rattling around in your noggin to get them to pull back. Her interest is… unnaturally focused on Jason.”

Danny read the dark agreement swimming about Bruce’s face and inclined his head. “Should negotiations fail, rest assured that Jason will be protected.”

“…Thank you.”

“You are most welcome. Go ahead and discuss the contract with Mr. Fox, I am sure you’ll find little problems with it. Ah,” Danny stood up, fixing his suit jacket. “And you should probably check up on Timothy. He’s probably having a great time in your office, Mr. Wayne.”

“I’ll see you out.”

“Of course.”

Having Batman escorting him out should probably be more intimidating.

Danny stood in the elevator, waiting for Bruce’s contemplative silence to put itself into words.

Sure enough, “What… what kind of hobbies does Jason have now?”

“I’d tell you to ask him, but you two aren’t on speaking terms, are you? He likes books, of course, but recently, he’s found an interest in glass blowing. He made quite a bit of progress on his attempts at sun catchers.”

“I see.”

Well, Danny’s not about to step on that landmine any more than he has to.

——

“Danny.”

“Oh, hey, Jason. Sit down, we were about to have dinner.”

Jason clambered into the window. Danny sighed. He had a door, but by the way Jason never used it, it was like the door didn’t exist.

“Mind telling me why the old bastard showed up on my rooftops with a bunch of glass and glassblowing tools?”

Danny smiled. “No idea.”

“Uh huh.”

Danny placed a hand on his chest and put on his best woe-is-me expression. The teen’s face twitched in annoyance. “Doubt? At me? Why, I never!”

A bread roll thwacked him in the face.

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Danny/Duke, Black, O, A camera shutter noise, @thevikingfish-nimhrodell

It’s the tell-tale sound of a photo being taken that finally pulls Danny out of his thoughts and back into the rest of the world. Somehow, it’s gotten to be the late afternoon. The library is a wash of golden light and there might even be bird song outside. Its hard to hear over the cicadas.

None of that really is Danny’s focus, though. All of his attention is on the fact that his boyfriend is sitting across from him now, phone still raised from just having taken a photo. It makes Danny blush.

Duke snaps another photo.

“Duke,” Danny mumbles and rubs at the back of his neck.

“What?” Duke asks innocently, though he does finally lower his phone. “You’re too pretty not to take a picture of.”

Danny’s snort says everything he thinks about that. Maybe, maybe he used to be a little pretty, but then his death delayed growth spurt hit and now he was… well, it wasn’t pretty. He was too large, too clumsy, too… much. And certainly not pretty.

“Hey.” Duke reaches out and takes Danny’s hand, twining their fingers together. “You are. I like the way you can just wrap me up in your arms. And your jawline is really something.”

“Duke,” Danny whines with a deepening blush.

“I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it,” Duke says with a shrug. “I like your hands too.”

Danny snorts again, but it’s much less derisive this time. “Yeah, that one I know. You like them a little too much.”

“There is no too much,” Duke says loftily. “Now pack up so we can go to catch a movie before dinner. There’s a double feature of those old space adventure movies you like so much, but we’ll have to hurry if we’re going to make it.”

“Wait, what—Captain Starshot? Fuck yeah!” Danny hurries to pack up. “How did you even find out about this?”

“I have my ways.”

“Tim told you.”

“Tim told me.”

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Dp x Dc prompt #4

After discovering weird energy readings coming from the Pit located underneath Gotham, Batman decides to check it out.

Arriving at the scene with Robin, the first thing they notice is not any escaped Arkham rogue or Assassin from the League like they had been expecting.

No, instead, next to the pit sits a random exhausted-looking guy. Next to him are studying materials which he seems to be working on, and he’s also holding a straw that’s dipped straight into the Pit, occasionally taking a sip.

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it must feel like a ghost town to him

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Danny: you know that feeling after you come back to life and then a minor inconvenience happens and suddenly you think ‘it would have been better if I stayed dead’?

Entire Batclan besides Dick: Yes

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Dp x DC Jack is single AU

I just want you to imagine a reveal where Jack takes it well and Maddie doesn’t, resulting in a divorce and Jack getting custody

Then the kids grow up. A couple years pass, Jazz visits on holidays, calls once a week to check in, Danny just went off to college

So what we have is Jack Fenton, divorced empty nester now with way to much time on his hands

So he starts going out to meet people

The problem? He ends up in a rogues bar in Gotham and is oblivious to the fact he’s meeting/flirting with supervillains

And Jack is happy as a clam! He’s meeting all these interesting people with PhDs! He has a PhD!

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Some more thoughts about Jason Todd and why, while funny, all the headcanons about “x kills the Joker for Jason instead” (Usually some variation of Dick, Talia, Ra’s, or even Jason himself) are completely missing the point of UTRH.

No disrespect to anyone with this post, it’s just that Jason would not suddenly let go of his bitterness if someone else killed the Joker. It just wouldn’t happen.

The Jason-Bruce-Joker conflict will never have a satisfying resolution for Jason, even without taking DC’s opinions of the Joker into consideration because Bruce unintentionally set up a situation in which he must choose between a promise he made as a child in the wake of his parents’ death (his no-kill code) and an unspoken promise he made to Jason before his death.

For context, the “unspoken promise” comes from Batman #425, in which Felipe Garzonas’s father seeks revenge against Jason for his son’s death. In this issue, Bruce explains to Jason why the confrontation happened, and states that “For every action in this universe, there is an opposite and equal reaction. Consequences, Robin. There’s no escaping them.”

He even refers to Garzonas Sr’s actions as “a father’s righteous fury”. It’s not hard to see how a teenager would take this to mean that the natural consequence for killing a son is a father seeking vengeance.

This, combined with the discovery that not only had he died, but that his killer was still alive to brutalize and kill many more, paints a clear picture to Jason. That being, essentially: If Bruce refused to avenge Jason, then Bruce does not consider Jason his son.

Following that line of thought, Jason sets up a choice for Bruce:

Option 1: Allow me to end this clown, turn a blind eye, and prove to me that I’m your son, your family.

Option 2: Save him, and you prove to me that I was never your son, and you don’t care about me like you claimed you did.

With these options, Jason does account for Bruce’s unwillingness to kill with his own hands (more on that in a sec), and offers him an option that allows him to keep both promises, while also ending the terror the Joker continues to inflict then and there.

However, Bruce, unable to reconcile his view of Jason, the killer with his view of Jason, his son (combined with the pressure of Jason about to pull the trigger), breaks this unspoken promise and the kicker is that, in doing so, he breaks the other one as well. Jason’s throat is slit, he bleeds out, and is revived once again as seen by the same visual effects appearing both after he collapses and when he’s revived in his grave. The son dies by the father’s hand, and Batman has taken a life.

This is why it can’t be anyone else. At least, not if the goal is to make Jason happy. The Jason-Bruce-Joker conflict exists as a (very important, in my opinion) moral impasse where Bruce wants Jason, the son but can’t bring himself to look past Jason, the killer — while having also established the mindset that led to the conflict to begin with.

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gotham city dashboard simulator

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to be completely clear: they fixed arkham's breakout problem with fucking pizza day?

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it's been three weeks since anyone broke out. not even the joker.

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never mind we can't have good things. thanks for cancelling it and getting immediately thirty breakouts

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did any of you see what batman did to poison ivy. choking. with his thighs. did any of you guys see this. hey. hey did a

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can anyone actually stand bruce wayne. like. please tell me you're all joking. that man is a billionaire with a billion dollars of botox

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can anyone actually hate bruce wayne. like. please tell me you're all joking. that man is a billionaire trying to save our lives

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⚠️JOKER BREAKOUT THIS IS NOT A DRILL⚠️

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good news guys! i know where the joker's base is!

bad news guys! it's next door to me.

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i have an idea more proactive than the gcpd

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already done that 👍

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haha nice. nice fake account there dude. this is fake right

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HWTA

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HSJKJDHJDH is anyone watching the bruce wayne talk show thingy right now. i'm. i think bruce has just confessed to sleeping with harvey dent AFTER he became two face

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bestie WHAT

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beloved mutual i will of course attempt to sum this up for you in memes

i promise i'm not making this up. he booked the flight mid interview. he was making eye contact with kent

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WHAT

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@ not-the-joker ?

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guys im. im losing it a little bit. does anyone. does. does anyone

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sorry i couldn't figure out how to say it. here's a meme

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NO???? NO WE DO NOT FUCKING REMEMBER THAT??????

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so. in summary,

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the joker had been recaptured! however, clayface has escaped

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that was quick. joker's out again though 👍and there's been a blackgate breakout

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EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU BRUCE WAYNE

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Prompt: Tim got possessed by Johnny 13?

Jason and Damian shared a look. Tim sat on top of his motorbike, smirking to himself and looking around curiously.

“So… when are we going to fly out of this joint?” He said, his tone very lazy. “Don’t we have to do… hero stuff or something?”

Damian stared at him. “… yes. Hero stuff,” he said dryly.

Jason asked, “You seem eager to leave. Do you have something to do?”

Tim waved a hand absentmindedly. “Y’know, I gotta soak in the pretty chicks and the babes before my Kitty comes back. You know how it is.”

Damian’s eye twitched and he silently unsheathed the dagger kept by his side. Jason sighed.

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“I didn’t even do anything! I was just borrowing his body for a little bit! What’s the big deal?!” The thing possessing Tim sneered. “I was just going to have fun with a hot guy’s face, alright?!”

“Get out of his body! You— you unwanted poltergeist!” Damian shouted.

“‘Unwanted poltergeist’?! Jeez, that stabbed straight through the heart,” Tim said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Jason growled. “Get out of his body right now! Or I swear, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” Tim snapped. “You can’t hurt this body while I’m still in it!”

It was unfortunately true. Jason couldn’t even bring out his All-Blades because whatever was possessing Tim wasn’t evil. All they could do was hold it down using some special reinforced rope that Bruce kept around and try to intimidate the being into leaving.

The being possessing Tim then laughed mockingly. “That’s right! You can’t do anything! So how about you let me go? I’ll win because you two dweebs don’t scare me! I’m not afraid of anything!”

At that moment, Jazz poked her head inside of the interrogation room. “Jason, did you—”

Tim suddenly screamed like a little girl.

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It’s so telling when people say they “love” stephanie brown but then they only post about her as cass/tim’s waffle and glitter obsessed gf. Stephanie is so much more than that; She’s stubborn and hardworking, fighting twice as hard to be considered as an actual vigilante.

She’s kind and empathetic, even with what she went through. She’s so smart, solving problems and puzzles easily, being able to adapt to situations at a blink of an eye. She will fight till her last breath, never letting her fear consume her while on a mission, always ready to take the next step.

She takes no shit and will stand up for herself, she’s cunning and a natural charmer. She’s far more capable than people think. Always ready to change the course of the game.

And yeah, stephanie is impulsive and sometimes even reckless, she can jump to conclusions without thinking and get herself into dangerous situations. But that’s what makes stephanie, stephanie !!

Stephanie is so much more than just somebody’s girlfriend, PLEASE remember that!!

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Tim: Let me get this straight. You needed a fake name on the spot, and you came up with 'Timothy Todd'?

Damian: ...shut up.

Dick: Well, to be fair, 'Jason Grayson' is a terrible name.

Danny: 'Jason Grayson' is a stripper name.

Jason: 'Dick Grayson' is a stripper name.

Dick: HEY!

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Constantine’s apprentice

“Whose sidekick is this?” Barry asks.

Everyone in the watchtower turns to look at the skinny, black-haired teenager sitting patiently in the corner. He’s got big round blue eyes, and smiles and waves at the heroes when they look at him. He would be perfect bat-bait if he weren’t also the picture of innocence.

(Every Robin in existence has had an unmistakable aura of menace around them.)

That wide-eyed innocence is precisely why it’s such a surprise when the kid answers “I’m here with John Constantine”

“John Constantine?” Zattana asks, bewildered and worried all at once. She knows better than most how it feels to be burned by Constantine, and is instantly angry on the kid’s behalf.

“Someone call?” The man himself asks, as he steps into the room, bag of chips in hand.

“Why do you have an apprentice?” Zattana demands, accusatory.

John tsks and frowns, directing his next words towards the teen in question, “I told you no, kid.” Then he turns back to Zattana and the room at large, and says, “I’m dropping this kid off here. He’s being hunted by the US feds. Hole in the meta human rights bill. He is not,” John’s eyes slide back over to the kid, “my apprentice.”

The kid (and someone should really ask his name, sooner or later) frowns and crosses his arms. Now he looks more like a Robin.

“And why not?” He whines. “You’ve been teaching me just fine so far. I haven’t even been that annoying!”

“Son, no,” Hal Jordan speaks up from the back. “You’re lucky to have made it this far, you don’t want to spend any more time in Constantine’s company than necessary.”

Zattana nods and says, “he’s got a habit of sacrificing others. It’s usually for the greater good, but still… you don’t want to be the nearest convenient sacrifice.”

“Really feeling the love in here.” John mutters.

“Well… it’s true, isn’t it?” Dick shrugs apologetically.

“Not to mention you’re just a bad role model in general.” Hal tacks on with a shit-eating grin.

“Is that all?” The kid asks.

“Do you… need more?” Dick asks. “Betrayal in a life-or-death situation isn’t a small thing, kiddo.”

The kid (and really, someone needs to ask his name. And also get the report on that hole in the meta rights) just looks at John with a supremely unimpressed expression. “Y’know I haven’t been relying on you for my safety this whole time, right? We were always safe, I just stuck with you to learn magic.”

“Danny, what the hell,” John says.

Ah, so the increasingly-more-Robin-like kid’s name was Danny. Good to know.

Danny shrugs, and says with a smug smile, “the night before we left Amity Park, I contacted an omniscient time-god from another dimension and blackmailed them into giving me forewarning for any dangerous situations I might get into. I think the specific wording was ‘enough forewarning to be able to escape any situation resulting in my death, capture, torture, loss of powers, or sanity.’”

The watchtower is completely silent for a count of three.

Then Dick snorts.

“Did… did John Constantine get conned?” Barry asks with glee.

“God I hope so…” Zattana breathes.

“I really appreciate you taking me this whole way, though.” Danny says to John. “I definitely want to get a few autographs.” He says with an innocent smile.

It’s at this moment that it sinks in for the whole room that a kid tricked John Constantine into traipsing across some portion of America with him for no reason.

Hal doubles over laughing.

“You’ve been blackmailing a god this whole time?” John checks, face blank.

“Uh huh,”

“You were able to trick an omniscient being, and now have struck a deal for divine intervention any time you’re in danger?”

“Yup,” Danny pops the ‘p’

“You’ve been wheedling magic lessons out of me for weeks with the full knowledge that my only reason for sticking around — to safely get you to the watchtower — was a complete waste of my time because you are effectively safe for the rest of your life in every situation forever?”

“Uh, yes? To be clear, Clockwork won’t intervene in situations where I can handle it myself. But if I’m ever in over my head, then they’ll show me a solution.”

The room is filled with poorly concealed grins, and not-at-all concealed appraising looks. After a long moment, John finally throws his hands up in the air.

“Fine!” He says, exasperated. “I guess you’re my apprentice!”

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alfred will say something scalding abt the way bruce handles emotions and interpersonal relationships and i'll be sitting here like

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Ugh I did this instead of write.. but I was in drawing mood. And I’m happy with it >w<  ….Drawing batman this many times killed my hand doh ;o He so hard for me to draw kek. Based on story sent to my ask box here! It was sooo cute! Also the original ask who gave the idea! It was too cute >w< its hard to show what Danny’s doing though. He turned Batman intangible uou so neither got wet.