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reread some duke stuff and wanted to draw him cause its been too long since i last did :')

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Bruce is so important to me

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Nightwing and NiteMite and Red Hood and RedMite by Daniele Di Nicuolo (commission/coloured version)

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The Ring of Rage needs a babysitter.

The Ring of Rage, oddly semi-sapient in the way that all ghostly objects tend to be, keeps trying to break into the sarcophagus to get onto Pariah Dark's finger.

Normally, fine. Go sit on the finger of someone locked in Foreversleep, not like it'll change much. But if that ring manages to crack open Pariah Darks comfy forever-box, the Pariah Dark wakes up.

Again.

So Danny, as the current Ghostly Heir-Apparent, having earned his place as Pariah Dark's son by right of combat (ew), is tasked with wearing the Ring of Rage in the human world, so as to forcibly keep it away from Pariah Dark.

So Danny wears it, even though it clashes with a lot of his everyday clothes. Because, like, it does tend to look really evil and give off some bad vibes.

Danny isn't a huge fan of it, honestly. It feels mean to say he hates it, but it keeps trying to convince him to get angry over the dumbest shit.

Danny, as the Ghostly Heir-Apparent, is the only person or ghost who can wear it and not fall to temptation. The only person or ghost who's own personal power outweighs that of the Ring of Rage. So that's fun.

It's like a toddler following him around shouting intrusive thoughts, and Danny just has to keep ignoring it.

Honestly, the only good thing he can say about the ring is that it does the equivalent of a magical girl transformation; if he lets it release some of it's power, and uses it, he gets a red and black jumpsuit.

It's...alright. He guesses.

He stick to doing heroing in Phantom form, though. The red and black, on top of not really being his colors, feel like he's trying to step on the Red Huntress' toes.

So he wears it, but it never sees any use.

Until one day, as Danny is being dragged along to a Ghost Hunter Convention in New York City, a Green Lantern is thrown into the building next to him.

It's a Supervillain, and they're duking it out with said Green Lantern and really, really not caring about collateral.

Danny's parents are right there. They aren't about to let him out of their sights. New York City is huge and covered in CCTV, there's no way he can just...run away and disappear long enough to transform into Phantom. Not without some conspiracy theorist getting ahold of the CCTV footage leading up to him vanishing and Phantom showing up.

What are the chances of that like, actually happening?

Danny doesn't really know, but New York City has always been an exception for weird shit, so he feels like the possibility is distinctly higher than average.

He isn't gonna risk it.

Luckily, he can just do an Anime Magical Girl transformation into the Ring of Rage's fashion choice and use said ring to fight instead of his powers.

Damn.

Maybe it is actually useful for something. Huh.

He lets the Ring of Rage's power wash over him, the red and black jumpsuit replacing his clothes, and a red aura encompassing him as his feet leave the ground.

Granted, he isn't using the ring to fly, but his parents don't need to know that.

"Mom, dad, help the people to shelter; just like in the ghost attacks," Danny says, knowing that if anyone is qualified to herd terrified people to safety, it's literally anyone from Amity Park.

Or Gotham.

But fuck Gotham, and it's creepy BDSM furry brigade of vigilantes.

Dad looks up at him, teary eyed.

"Our little boy is a hero!" Mom cries, throwing up her hands triumphantly before grabbing his dad's arm and dragging him away.

"Don't get hurt now, Danno! Otherwise we'll have to step in!" His dad laughs, and Danny feels chills.

That...that would cause more damage than the Supervillain.

He can't let that happen.

Danny flies up and joins the fray, hyperaware of dodging the blasts and punches meant for him, and missing how the Green Lanterns around him hesitate when they notice he's there.

After two hours (he could have done this so much faster as Phantom, this is so tedious) the fight is over, and the villain of the week is in glowing green shackles.

Then the Green Lanterns, haggard and bleeding, turn on him.

"Surrender as compliantly as you've been so far, and we won't have any issues," one of them says, leveling their ring at Danny.

Danny, bewildered, slowly raises his hands in the air.

"What, did I...did I break a treaty with aliens or something? Is that uh...very professional looking and distinguished alien I just punched actually an ambassador?" Danny froze. "Can we please never, ever tell my parents if they are?"

"...Do you not feel, uh. I don't know. A very big compulsion to kill everyone and everything?" another Green Lantern asks, inching a little closer. "Or to laugh evilly, or something?"

"No?"

"Where did you get that ring, kid?"

Danny blinks.

"Oh, you're upset cuz of this thing? Yeah, alright, I'll just...take it off then," Danny shrugs, and as every single Green Lantern shouts at him not to do it, he slips it off of his finger, the red and black jumpsuit disappearing.

The Green Lanterns wince, pulling back like they're...waiting.

But nothing happens.

"Yeah, I'm just babysitting it so it doesn't wake up it's master. It's not mine."

Or; Danny, due to his Ghost powers/strength and being the Ghostly Heir Apparent, can not only resist the Red Lantern Ring he's inherited from Pariah Dark, but can take it off and not die. This causes concern amongst the Lantern Community. Especially when they learn that the Red Lantern Ring in question is semi-sapient.

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There's a new club in London, and it's all anyone can talk about.

Normally, Constantine wouldn't care, but the reports are...odd.

It's a club that no one knows the name of, and apparently the only way to be permitted entrance is to just 'follow the wind' and eventually end up there?

Whoever attends has the equivalent of a religious experience, and is never the same again. Sometimes they display PTSD, sometimes they go from shy and quiet to boisterous and super extroverted; it's an unpredictable scale.

But they all say they had the time of their lives.

It sounds like magic, honestly.

More concerning, there's also talk of drugs that no one knows the names of. Talks of people who had friends eat or drink at the club and found themselves unable to leave. People who go in and literally forget their name.

It sounds fae.

He...maybe admits he needs to look at before some fae court enslaves all of London.

So he takes to wandering the streets of London at night, just willing himself to find the damn place.

Also trying to find anything off or odd, and following unknown magic signatures that could be fae in nature.

After a month, he finally finds it.

Except it isn't fae.

It's a club in the Infinite Realms, only accessible through a constantly moving portal.

Which.

Is so much worse than the fae, for so many reasons.

First and foremost, there's definitely a lot more missing people he has to find and drag back to the mortal realm, if they're still alive. And sane.

Why is there a lot more people missing?

Because the portal is constantly moving, which means there's no way it's just been migrating through the backalleys of London.

This is confirmed when he meets eyes with a very exhausted looking Green Arrow, who has been missing for a good three weeks last Constantine heard.

Green Arrow tiredly lifts up a glass of something in a toast, beckoning Constantine over.

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sometimes Jason will be out on patrol, doing his thing as Red Hood, and suddenly all of the streetlights near him will turn off and he’s pulled into a chokehold. Sometimes the perpetrator will call him a loser and a nerd. Sometimes the perpetrator will let Jason go, burp/fart in his face, and flip away when Batman swoops in and yells at them. Sometimes the perpetrator will grab all of Jason’s gear and throw it on the ground.

anyway. dick Grayson is a textbook older brother.

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Bruce going through empty nest syndrome while Dick is literally sitting beside him

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he didn’t get the hint

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ok i’m a Jew but let me tell you something

this:

is vastly vastly inferior to this:

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kon just has that alice in wonderland character type: unreasonably suited to wander into Situations

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lots of various tim robin drawings from the past few days!!!!

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WE'RE SO BACK

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You know what they say……..

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teaching robin the essentials

full view ⬇️

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The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."