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[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny is "in denial" about the Waynes being vigilantes

Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

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“Is Dick coming to the Gala?�� Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

—

(Kyle Weston is the fanon brother of Wes Weston (also a fanon character) who’s whole thing is that he believes in conspiracy theories like Wes, but doesn’t believe in ghosts at all to Wes’s frustration.)

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[sirhamburrger]

hello, it is me, stellar! omg omg i love your writing event concept!

anyways, here are my top five from wheel 1: tsukishima, akaashi, kita, kuroo, daichi

then here are my top five from wheel 2 (omg i hope i understood the instructions correctly): lipstick marks on shirt collars, rolled-up shirtsleeves, flushed cheeks, a calloused palm against a soft cheek, warm sheets on cold skin

aaaaand the additional specifications: fluff, gn!reader, 2nd person, reader pov

thank you and i look forward to what you write! <3 •ᴗ•

game one, the treasury’s romance roulette (borders by @cafekitsune)

congratulations, player @stellar-headquarters, for completing the game! your matchup is... the (initially) mocking and aloof tsukishima kei, with your interactions centred around rolled-up shirtsleeves. now presenting...

sleeves (tsukishima x gn!reader) || wc: 844

you first see kei tsukishima roll his sleeves up in the autumn of 2003. you’re seven years old at the playground, and you’ve just scraped your knee on the ground. tadashi’s run home to get a plaster, so it's just you and the freakishly tall kid who more often than not comes off as standoffish.

tears prick at your eyes as the sting sets in, and you dab at them with the sleeve of your oversized fleece jacket. kei crouches nearby, his lanky frame awkward against the small jungle gym.

“stop crying,” he says bluntly.

“shut up,” you shoot back, because it’s the best rebuttal you, as a seven-year-old, can come up with. ignoring your protests, he pulls you to your feet, dragging you along to the water hose fitted at a corner of the playground.

in the nick of time, you realize what he plans to do.

“no!” you shriek. “it’s gonna hurt!”

with a sigh that feels too heavy for someone his age, he pushes up the sleeves of his sweater, revealing pale forearms that catch the slanted light of the setting sun. “if you don’t clean your wound, you’ll get an infection,” he says impatiently, as if he’s talking to a three-year-old. it makes you feel small. but he’s right.

so you simply grit your teeth and wince as cool water washes over your wounds, stinging your skin with pinpricks of hurt. you blink your tears away defiantly when he looks over at you, water cupped in his hands, to see how you’re holding up.

“all done,” he says after a short while. you exhale, thankful. “take this and dab your leg dry. gently.”

you sniffle, take the handkerchief, and mumble a quiet “thanks.” he says nothing else, standing stiffly by until tadashi returns.

it’s a chilly afternoon in early spring when you see him do it again, this time in the school garden. you're seventeen now, and kei is taller than ever - his tongue is also sharper than ever. you’re tending to the flower beds as part of your gardening club duties, and he’s there, having been begrudgingly roped in by tadashi.

“you’re doing it wrong,” he mutters, watching you struggle with a stubborn weed.

you glare up at him, sweat dotting your forehead. “help me, then, if you’ve got so much to say.”

he exhales sharply, like it’s the greatest inconvenience in the world, and steps closer. he shrugs off his club jacket, tossing it over a nearby bench, and rolls up the sleeves of his uniform shirt.

you hand him the small spade and look on as he kneels beside you. or more accurately, you look at his arms. pale as ever, but they've grown toned from volleyball practice. scars dot his forearms, no doubt from the monstrous spikes you've seen him block. his hands, large with slender fingers.

you wonder how they'd feel, laced with your own.

“see? like this,” he says, deftly loosening the soil around the weed before pulling it out in one smooth motion. frazzled, you snap back into the moment as he tosses it aside and looks at you, smirking faintly. “it's not that hard.”

you grumble under your breath but feel the corners of your lips twitch upward despite yourself.

“yeah, yeah, okay.”

by the summer you’re both twenty-two, he’s yours, and you’re his.

the picnic had been his idea, which surprised you. the sun is high, the sky clear, and the air sticky with midsummer heat. you sit on a checkered blanket spread out beneath a towering oak tree, the remnants of your shared lunch scattered between you.

kei leans back on one arm, the other hand working to unroll his sleeves. he’s wearing a simple linen shirt, the fabric light but not enough to fend off the heat entirely.

“hot?” you ask, trying not to laugh at the slight grimace on his face.

“obviously,” he deadpans, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, revealing forearms with indents from his athletic compression sleeves. more toned than before. more scars than before.

but now you don't have to simply wish that you were holding his hand, and you don’t bother hiding your gaze any more. you’ve seen this gesture a hundred times before, but now, with the summer breeze brushing through his hair and the warmth of him beside you, it feels different, intimate.

he notices you staring and raises a blond eyebrow. “what?”

you grin, reaching out to run a finger lightly over his forearm. “nothing, just thinking about how annoyingly handsome you are.”

he scoffs, cheeks tinged pink, but there’s no hiding the tiny smirk playing at his lips. “you’re weird.”

“and you love me for it,” you shoot back, leaning into his side.

his smirk softens into a genuine smile, and he leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “yeah, i do.”

and for a moment, your little world is peaceful - perfect, even, with him in it.

best regards, the treasury office.

a/n: i’m currently overseas but as far as ik it’s about 2am in the phillipines (and singapore too!! as far as i know you’re the only mutual i share a timezone with) anyways i hope you wake up to this and love it!! excited for your krsn writing event as well <3