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thinking again about that time tim broke into dick’s apartment in bludhaven and immediately started making fun of his home security the moment dick walked in the door 

nightwing (1996) issue 6

and then the next time we see someone break into dick’s apartment (this time it’s a stranger trying to rob him) we find out that he has installed a human-sized glue trap in front of his home entertainment system (and coincidentally, right next to the window)

nightwing (1996) issue 12

this is a cartoonishly deranged thing for dick to put in his apartment as actual security but also i believe with my whole heart that this was meant for tim. this is cruel and unusual punishment for some random home invader but completely justified if it was actually meant to clown on one’s annoying younger brother all along

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DP x DC prompt #23

Danny Fenton is what some might label a "mad scientist" which is completely uncalled for. I mean sure he has zero lab safety, scares everyone he meets, and might, on occasion, perform morally dubious experiments, but he's the top person in the clean energy department, most of the machines he makes are made to help the environment, and he even helps donate to organizations to help clean up superhero battles. So why do supervillains keep trying to hire him?

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DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

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Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

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Phantom letters - DPXDC PROMPT

The bats wake up one day to the internet going crazy; people around the world were getting letters from they're diseased loved ones. The reactions are mixed, from people being outraged for the "prank" to people crying in melancholy at getting closure.

All the letters have something in common: They're closed with a green sealing wax that had an stylize DP and the name Phantom beneath it. Posts about the cards were using the # Phantom Letters.

The bats are discussing the viral posts in the cave when Alfred comes holding a basket filled with letters, announcing they were left at the doors. The letters had the sealing wax that they recognize from the posts. Checking the cameras they can see how they glitch before the basket appears.

Alfred starts to distribute the letters that had only one destinatary. Letters from each Thomas and Martha to both Bruce and Alfred. Letters from each John and Mary to Dick. A letter from Catherine to Jason. A letter from the Drake's to Tim, and another one to Bruce.

Once they had calmed down enough from the shock, Alfred proceeded to read the shared recipients. From Thomas and Martha to "The grandchildren we never got to meet." From John and Mary to "the family that took our little Robin in." Letters from Catherine to "My little boys family." The letters were directed to people the deceased didn't get to meet.

As much as the mere existence of the letters tugged at their hearts, they decided to not read them until they verified that the handwriting actually belong to the ones it claimed. They checked each letter, and in the end confirmed the letters were in fact from they're lost love ones.

After much discussion, each person makes the decision to read they're own letters later in private, and they proceed to read the ones that shared recipients out loud. The letter mentioned specifics like names and events that the deceased shouldn't have been able to know, including they're vigilante abilities, which had them pause each time to panic a bit. But what was more interested were certain pieces of the letters that mentioned a Prince Phantom.

"Prince Phantom said to don't mention things past our death, but it wasn't a command, so we're hoping this won't be much of a problem." - John and Mary

"I still can't believe Prince Phantom is letting us do this, but I'm so glad." - Catherine

It finally paints the mystery in a more concerning light when at the end of Thomas and Martha's letter there is a call for help.

"We're sorry for ending the letter on a serious tone, but seeing the kind of job you all get involved in, we wanted to ask: Could you please help Prince Phantom? Phantom had asked us to not give information about this, but he's so young, and has already been hurt so much. Please, check on Amity Park, Illinois."

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Meanwhile, team Phantom has decided that they needed to get the news about the GIW out of Amity and ask for help. Two problems:

the GIW blocks any technological attempt made.

People might be afraid to learn that ghosts exist and side with the GIW.

As a way to deal with the public image, Phantom opens a possibility that the death have never had:

"All afterlives are open to write letters to their love ones that are still alive today. Nothing that includes threats, and don't go talking about the anti-ecto acts or Amity Park yet, we're trying to ease people into our existence first. Also, I know you all check on your love ones when the veil is thin, but please keep the things you shouldn't know out of the letters if possible. If you want your letter to be sent in the first batch, make sure to deliver your letter before the week ends."

Letters are a good way to reconnect people with the death, they aren't digital, and the GIW won't be able to intercept letters if they're send through inter-dimensional portals. Two birds in one shot.

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Danny sets up a small at-home business in Gotham that specializes in "Vibe Checks".

All he's doing is using Fenton tech disguised as things like "Energy Crystals" or "Cleansing Wands" to leech the excess ecto contamination off of everyone.

The problem is that because he does this, no one quite remembers why they went there or what happened.

Of course, since this happens during the day time, Signal hears about it and decides to investigate.

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We don’t talk enough about how fanfiction writers love to give character large amounts of non-specific paperwork they hate doing

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Wes forgets, sometimes, about his curse. He forgets at the worst moments.

He'd been taking a moment to himself, hanging out on the bleachers after school, when he'd heard the A-Listers talking about superheroes.

Specifically, they were laughing at Dash as Dash tried to convince them that Batman, and all Gotham heroes associated with him, were vampires that were a part of a coven and secretly running that city.

Wes, ever nosy, spoke up.

Wes should not have spoke up.

"Batman isn't a vampire, you idiot, he's a billionaire playing hero."

Now all of Amity Park is convinced that Bat-affiliated heroes are vampires, and they're spreading that curse-backed "knowledge" to the world via any social media outlet they can find.

Wes ignores it, at first. It isn't a big deal, just some stupid conspiracy theory.

Then news reports start popping up of people trying to attack anyone Bat-affiliated with wooden stakes, or holy water, or in some memorable stories; hollowpoint bullets they'd altered to hold holy water.

Now it's a problem.

Now he's created accounts on all social media platforms, blew his allowance on ads to spread his brand, and runs the most adamant conspiracy channels on practically everything, shouting that Batman and his associated are vampires.

Because if he says it, then no one will believe it.

He just has to spread this version of the curse far enough that it starts to undo the other one.

Naturally, with so many curses being flung around, the JLD take notice.

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Imagine, if you will, Respawn ending up in the least important town in all of Illinois hoping to lay low for a while whilst planning to completely wreck Damian’s shit only to get shot at by some rogue government agents, kill said government agents, accidentally out some meta kid to the entire town while he tries to keep him from killing more government agents (who have not stopped shooting at either of them), save him by coincidence while making his escape, and having to flee the state with said weird metahuman kid (he’s like the third person to ever treat him like an actual human so he decided not to leave him behind) on the world’s third-worst roadtrip in order to rock up to Batman’s actual house to convince him to clear their names and get rid of the anti-ecto acts, with his only point of bartering being him pinky promising that he’ll definitely stop trying to kill Damian this time

And all of this happens over the course of like three days

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Vlad isn't a hero. He never has been, never wants to be one. But if he doesn't step up then an actual hero is going to die. One that the world actually needs, unlike his delusional godson.

He'd been attending an Inventor's conference, when things had well and truly gone to shit.

An AI that Lex Luthor was making had taken control of the weird elephant robot Jack and Maddie had made, which had then forcibly amalgamated the weapons Vlad had made and the shields Wayne Enterprises had brought along and...well.

It was kicking Superman's ass.

Because, apparently, Ecto behaved as a subdued version of Kryptonite.

Which was very bad, because the guns it was using fired Ecto-shots instead of Plasma.

Which is...possibly world/Realm ending levels of "not ideal", because in all his travels of the Realms, he's never heard of one that survived for very long without Superman.

And he's rather attached to this Realm, because he happens to live in it.

Shit.

Shit shit shit.

He can't transform into Plasmius, there's no time.

Instead, he steps out from cover and grabs one of the anti-tank guns from a nearby table...and, as gently as he can, slides it behind him to Jack and Maddie. They'll know what to do.

If anyone can modify a weapon to the extent that it could be considered a violation of multiple treaties in less that ten minutes, it's those two.

He hates this. He hates that he has to do this.

He isn't a hero. He doesn't want to die like one.

And those weapons will kill him, if they land a hit. He knows. He made them, after all.

What follows is him drawing the modified Killer-Robot's attention and dodging shots, pulling it away from Superman until either someone qualified to deal with a technological threat like this appears, or until Jack and Maddie finish tampering with the gun.

But Superman isn't getting up.

Whatever Jack and Maddie are about to do to that robot, and he knows they've altered the gun because he can hear them getting into place, is probably going to make it explode.

With Ecto contaminated shards.

Right. Over. Superman.

Vlad doesn't curse. He doesn't have time to. He has no idea where the other, useless heroes are and he doesn't care.

He darts forward, between the legs of the monstrosity that Jack and Maddie built, gets grazed by an attempted shot, dodges another, and almost gets stepped on when Jack finally fires the anti-tank gun into it's side.

He grabs Superman, hoists the big lug over his shoulders, and books for the door.

He only barely makes it in time.

The robot explodes behind him, with the gunshots continuing throughout as Jack makes sure there's nothing left.

He has no doubt Maddie is handling the AI portion of it.

He unceremoniously drops Superman to the ground and turns to help them.

They wrap it up in time for other heroes to finally step in, the useless troglodytes.

But by the time he gets home three days later, it's the worst case scenario for him.

The Justice League has turned their attention to him, so that they can thank him for saving one of their own.

It starts out with mentioning him in press conferences. Then it branches out into Superman going out of his way to thank him. Then Superman and other heroes are inviting him to...to cookouts?

All of them know his name. All of them want to talk to him.

This is bad, because Vlad's a criminal. He knows it, Maddie knows it (but not the extent of it), Daniel knows it.

He has...no idea how long he can hide from them that he's technically what they would consider a villain.

Or; Superman gets saved by a villain that the JLD is investigating, and along with Flash, thinks the guy can probably be redeemed if he has a support network filled with good influences. As a result, while the JLD continue their investigation, he and other JL heroes make sure to constantly remind Masters that they're there if he wants to talk or hang out. Even if he gets charged/punished, they're hoping they can rehabilitate him just a little bit. After all, he went out of his way, without using his powers, which the JLD reassure them he definitely has, to save Superman. There's gotta be a little good in him. On the flip side, Vlad is Freaking Out, because as a villain being constantly surrounded by do-gooders with the connections required to ruin his hard-built empire is so stressful he's starting to develop an ulcer.

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“Mom, why do you think ghosts are intrinsically evil?”

“It’s what the science says, of course!”

“No, I mean like, what were the studies? What did they actually observe”

“Ohh, I get what you mean, Danny! Well across all reputable reports of encounters with the ghosts strong enough to matter, they’ve always attacked first and never responded to attempts at communication! There’s no reason for them to do that if they’re not evil!”

“Huh…”

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Danny, learning about Ghost Speak and how humans can’t understand it: hmm.

Danny, learning that ghosts greet each other and bond by fighting: hmmm.

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robin and his crime fighting (?) uncle (?)

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Dp x DC prompt

Damian and Tim are in a League of Shadows base, preparing to capture and question a guard to find out more information they were lacking when a Bruce Adoption Bait of a teen walks in, yells "Hell yeah they got a pool!" and immediately dives into the Lazarus pits in front of them. Tim and Damian are horrified. How did this teen get in? Why did he just kill himself? Why did he think the pit was a pool? Why was he hot?

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Oh the turntables

Diana: Cassie just dropped off these envelopes addressed to each of us

Clark: [accepts his when Diana hands it to him] that’s strange. Did she say anything?

Diana: she said that talk we had with the kids about the importance of learning and keeping their grades up really made them think.

Clark: [beams] that’s great!

Oliver: [eyeing his envelope suspiciously] speak for yourself, Clark.

Bruce: [walks in, glancing at the envelopes] you got them as well?

Clark: you too Bruce?

Diana: what is it?

Bruce: parenting report cards

Clark: …parenting…?

Bruce: they graded us on different aspects of parental competency and then gave us a final, cumulative grade. I got an A in “preparing for physical threats” and a D- in communication.

Oliver: this was instigated by one of your brats wasn’t it?

Bruce: … [deadpan] well, it’s not like any of your kids ever come up with and execute well thought-out, creative, and effective counterattacks, so yes, that seems likely.

Oliver: [sputters indignantly]

Clark: …

Diana:  [happily] oh, I got a B+!

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the idea of tim drake running around without supervision looking for batman and robin while trying to assimilate with the city life of gothamites for shits and giggles and subsequently just coming across as a little weirdo will never not be funny to me, canon or otherwise. like picture:

there’s this super polite 8 year old who actually insists he’s 10 standing next to you in too big clothes and a backpack at the bus stop in the middle of crime alley at 11pm on a tuesday. you ask what he’s doing out, cause clearly he’s not a street kid; he’s just a little too put together for that. he smiles with all his teeth and says something about bird watching, and you suddenly get an uncanny sense that something about this kid is Not Normal. so you just nod your head and go back to minding your business. this is gotham, after all. but because this is gotham not even 5 minutes go by before a man comes around the corner, eyeing you with that kind of wild look only the desperate get, hands fidgeting in his pockets. alarm bells start going off as the man makes his way towards you, but before you can blink the kid next to you suddenly has a lead pipe?? and starts yelling in an accent only the deepest pits of crime alley could offer??? to tell the man twice his size to fuck off???

despite the kids size the man still gets spooked, and bolts. the kid turns to you and smiles with all his teeth again, slipping the lead pipe up the sleeve of his too big jacket. the hairs on your arms are raised as you nod in acknowledgement, muttering something about how that was brave of him. he shrugs and settles in place, rocking on his heels. his eyes are scanning the rooftops with an unblinking focus. part of you almost wants to ask what he meant about bird watching earlier as that uncanny sense grows. but then the bus arrives, and you get on because that’s what you’re here for, settling yourself into a seat gratefully. as you look up you realize the kid hasn’t gotten on, and you look out the window to the bus stops shelter.

the kid is gone. you’re not entirely sure he wasn’t a figment of your imagination.

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Short DPXDC Prompts #232

Danny starts as a low level intern in Wayne Industries and is very concerned when people keep referring to him as Tim and keep asking him to sign papers and attend meetings that aren’t remotely in his job description.