#'but what about no regens' she'll heal... its okay....

[mr-payjay]

welcome back my strange womanly paper gijinka. there is also a s2 nickel gijinka here and he is pre transition and very obnoxious 💕

poison and scrunchie are my ocs ive posted before. isabela is also an oc separately 👍

[tachvintlogic]

You torment me.

I am interpreting "aged up" very loosely. This turned into a prequel to a WIP that continues to haunt me.

I came up with a parody of Twitter called "Chirper." I know the name sucks, and if you can think of a better one then please tell me

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"Okay, so what are your bets?" asked Sam.

"If we lose, then I'll... shave my head," said Danny.

His two best friends stared at him for a second, and then Tucker shook his head. "No, don't do that. Shave your beard."

"Only if you do it too."

"Fine, I'll shave my beard if we lose," said Tucker.

"And I guess I'll shave my head," said Sam, "but I won't because there's no way I'll lose to you noobs."

"Oh you're on!" said Danny.

Challenging a former world record holder in a game of DOOMED turned out to not be a good idea. It wasn't even close. Sam was unstoppable even with Danny and Tucker hunting her and trying to slow her down. Danny shaved first while Tucker waited outside the bathroom.

When he was done, his face was completely free of facial hair for the first time since he had started growing it.

He frowned and leaned closer to the mirror. His hand rubbed his freshly shaven chin. Had he aged since the accident?

His beard must've been doing a lot of the legwork of making him look 22. Without it, he looked 17 at most. Sure, he looked older than he had since the accident. He grew 2 inches and 3 shoe sizes, his voice deepened, his face changed, he got facial hair...

But all that was thanks to HRT. He couldn't really tell if there was any proof he still aged or if it was all medically prescribed testosterone.

There was also his neck, which had gotten thicker and the skin in front was considerably tougher, but that was just a half-ghost thing. His core didn’t like the fact that its 2 favorite places, his cranial cavity and his chest, were separated by the most fragile part of his body, so it “fixed” it.

It could be that he just had a baby face. Jazz has the same problem. She gets told all the time that she'll appreciate it when she's 40, but Danny's not sure if he'll ever look 40.

He pulled at his head hair and tried to imagine it long. His frown deepened. If his hair was long, he could be mistaken for a girl even from the front.

"Hey Danny, can you hurry it up in there?" said Tucker.

He gave his reflection one last look and then opened the door.

"Woah! Danny! You look—" Tucker was at a loss for words.

"What is it? I wanna see!" Sam leaned over from behind the corner. Her eyes widened when she saw him. "Holy shit!"

"I am never shaving my beard again," said Danny.

Nearly 8 years later, Danny was finally able to get facial masculinization surgery. Not only did it help passing anxiety while clean shaven, it also helped him not look 10 years younger. That was great, because if his body had aged at all since 14, it certainly hadn't after his mid 20s.

It was a real pain. Finding a surgeon that a) would operate on someone with regenerative healing, b) not blab about it and put Danny on the radar of a bunch of groups that he'd prefer not know about his existence, c) isn't a bigot, and d) can actually deliver results, was very difficult even with his primary care doctor helping him. Getting top and bottom surgery didn't take this long.

Then another complication reared its head because while his ghost half is perfectly fine with not regrowing undesired tissues and healing rearranged tissues the way he wants, implants of any kind are unacceptable. They got kicked out the first time and kicked out again during the second surgery. The good news is when the results were bad, his face would just start back at square 1 like nothing happened, even if his wallet didn't feel the same way.

Third time's the charm, and thankfully that time the results stuck.

It took barely a day for him to fully heal. The first thing he did waking up the day after surgery was check his reflection. The swelling was all gone, and they hadn't used implants so nothing popped out. At first, he barely recognized himself, but the more he studied it the more he liked it. He smiled at it, stroking the sides of his new face and his 5 o'clock shadow.

It was a nice face, one he felt he could enjoy for a long time.

It was a good thing too. Beards can be pretty inconvenient when you're an astronaut. He can finally give the clean-shaven look another try.

A few years later, Danny was in Gotham representing NASA at an aerospace research conference. It was a pretty long conference, full of interesting research and science, and they were going to be staying in Gotham for a few weeks both to prepare for their presentation and for the convention itself.

And to sightsee, of course.

One of his stops was a store that the internet claimed sold hunting and camping equipment, looking at bear-proof containers he wanted to get for His Majesty.

There were a few brands he didn't recognize. Maybe they were the Gotham special ones?

While he was looking, he became aware of a very strange scent. A ghostly scent. It was coming from a tall man with black hair and blue eyes with one white streak of hair. He was glaring at Danny.

Usually, when a stranger is glaring at him, it's because they clock that he's trans or that he's a metahuman. The former hasn't happened in a long time, but the latter happens occasionally.

So of course he sends a chirp on his anonymous account on Chirper. Now all his friends know a possible transphobe or metaphobe is staring him down.

Then the man walked up to him. "Look Tim, you have a lot of nerve..." he trailed off. "You're not Tim."

"Nope, I'm Danny."

The man was immediately apologetic. "I'm so sorry about that. I thought you were someone else."

"It's fine."

"So um, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for something a bear would have a hard time getting into."

"You got bear problems?"

"No. I'm getting it for a bear I know. His Majesty is very talented at getting into supposedly bear-proof containers. I wanted to see if Gotham has anything that could pose a challenge."

The man chuckled. "Okay, well if 'His Majesty' is as good as Killer Croc, there are plenty of things here that I would recommend."

The man, whose real name was Jason, helped him pick out several canisters and a cooler that Danny planned to give as tribute to His Majesty the next time he had an opportunity to visit.

Jason also recommended some places that tourists like Danny didn't know about but were worth checking out. One of which was an art exhibit, and he knew someone who was selling space themed art there. Naturally, Danny had to go. He brought Wilgren, Cremaschi, Han, Jiang, Zúñiga, Fulton, and the rest of his engineer friends that were going to the conference as well.

It was pretty cool seeing all the artists selling and displaying their art. It was like seeing a graduate and undergraduate poster session, but for art instead of research. He bought a really beautiful painting of the Lagoon Nebula, and everyone else bought at least one painting or complimented her work. The artist didn’t expect to sell out so quickly or get visited by actual astronauts. Or for Jiang to hand her his contact information in case she wanted a job.

The next day, he and Wilgren went to a planetarium. He got mistaken for some guy named Tim again. He wondered if this was going to be a thing. Tim seems to know a lot of people.

He went to a coffee shop, and the barista was surprisingly not shocked by his order, but she was shocked by his name. She thought he was Tim too. Then, while at a park enjoying his coffee, he was cornered by a journalist. He and Wilgren said they weren’t interested in an interview, but then it turned out the journalist thought he was some guy named Richard Wayne.

“Honestly now that I look at you, you’re a lot shorter than him! I’m not sure why I thought you were him.”

“Maybe you need to get more sleep,” said Wilgren.

“Yeah, maybe,” said the journalist.

He searched up this Richard Wayne and he was apparently the oldest adopted son of Bruce Wayne, one of the richest men in Gotham. Bruce had lots of kids, most of which weren’t related to him but they did look related, and they all kind of looked like Danny. Fortunately, they weren’t clones as far as he could tell. They all had established life histories that had nothing to do with him.

Then another person mistook him for a Wayne, he thinks they were a vlogger or another journalist.

“Sorry, I’m not the Wayne you’re looking for.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. You’re Damien right? You don’t look as pale as your photos.”

“No.”

“Jason?!”

“Nope. I’m not a Wayne adoptee at all. I’m just a tourist.”

The maybe vlogger maybe journalist smirked. “You’re not adopted yet.”

What? What does that mean?

He looked up more on the Waynes. There was one former adopted son, Jason, who was listed as dead. He reminded Danny of the ghostly smelling man who helped him buy a cooler. Was that the same person? The man wasn’t dead, not completely. Did his family know he was alive?

Was he keeping it a secret from them?

Was he trying to get away from them?

He was still thinking about this while walking back to his hotel when he heard a camera shutter and turned around. There was a young 20 something behind him holding up his phone.

“Uh, can I help you?” said Danny, raising a hand over his face.

“Can you move your hand out of the way? I’m trying to get a photo,” said the entitled brat.

“No, don’t take photos of people without their permission, kid. The fuck is wrong with you?”

“I just want a photo of Wayne’s newest ward,” the entitled brat said instead of apologizing.

Danny, realizing he wasn’t going to get an apology, decided to do what he had done often to deal with Wes back when he was a stalker: run to the nearest alley and dive into a dumpster. He transformed, turning invisible and intangible, and flew to his hotel room. He checked Chirper again and noticed a hashtag called #WayneDoppelganger

He scrolled through the tag, anxiety and dread building as he saw pictures of him walking around the city, all taken from a distance without him noticing. There’s him at the coffee shop, in the park, walking around with Wilgren, getting lunch with his work buddies, walking back to the hotel, at the planetarium, everywhere he went there were photos of him. It was a crowdsourced version of stalking.

He suddenly understood why celebrities tend to not be the sanest of people.

The people he resembled were all in on it, making jokes about their dad, who he also resembled, adopting him.

He reached the oldest chirp, and it was Richard Wayne who spotted him first at the art exhibit and was egging people on, encouraging them to find him.

Bruce Wayne was probably going to make an appearance at the conference. His company helped sponsor it. They even had an exhibit that would be on display at the conference. They might be there for the NASA presentation.

Oh no.

Short DPXDC Prompts #492

We’ve seen a fuck ton of Danny getting de-aged from the Fenton’s experiments… What if he gets aged up? This man looks in the mirror and suddenly he looks like a much calmer and nicer Dan. Bonus points if he’s in Gotham when this happens and is mistaken for a Young Bruce Wayne or Dick Grayson