#Danny casually haunting Tim

[rosemaryhoney27]

“Meet the Parents (And Their Armory)”

When Danny said, “You guys should meet my parents,” the Batkids had collectively paused.

Jason: “Aren’t those the ones who tried to dissect you?”

Danny: “They got better.”

Damian: “You are very casual about attempted vivisection.”

Danny: “Welcome to the Fenton family, baby.”

Dick: “This can’t possibly go wrong.”

Steph: “Famous last words.”

FentonWorks — Amity Park

The Batkids stepped out of the Fenton RV, staring up at the lime green, Frankenstein’d-together house with a giant ectoplasmic turret on top.

Tim whispered, “That building violates every safety code I’ve ever studied.”

“Which means it’s perfect,” Jason grinned.

The front door burst open.

“DANNY-BOY!” Jack Fenton roared, charging out in a hazmat suit and hugging Danny so hard he phased to avoid cracked ribs.

“And these must be your little friends!” Maddie beamed. “Are they in your ghost hunting club? Vigilante group? Paranormal protection gang?”

Jason: “...Yes.”

Inside the Lab

Danny’s siblings (by chaos, not blood) stood in awe-slash-terror as Jack proudly showed off the Fenton Arsenal™.

“We’ve got Ecto-Blasters, Specter Snare Cannons, the Ghost Gabber 9000—”

“That one doesn’t do anything,” Danny stage-whispered. “It just yells ghost puns.”

“—and of course, my favorite,” Jack said, hefting a glowing, bazooka-sized monstrosity, “The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick™!”

“Can I hold it?” Jason asked immediately.

Danny: “You really, really shouldn’t—”

Jack: “You absolutely can!”

Danny: “—oh god.”

Jason grinned like a kid in a candy store as he hoisted the Anti-Creep Stick and blew a crater in the backyard. “I LOVE YOUR DAD.”

Gift Time

“So!” Maddie chirped. “We made each of you a custom ghost-defense item!”

Danny: “...Please be small.”

They were not.

Jason got a pair of twin ecto-revolvers — glowing green, sleek, with ghost-seeking tech embedded in the handles. He was in love.

Tim got a pocket-sized spectral scanner that unfolded into a full laptop. (“It hacks through dimensions,” Maddie said proudly. Tim nearly cried.)

Damian was gifted a miniaturized spectral scimitar. Jack added, “It sings your theme song when it powers up!” Damian smiled — a terrifying, sharp little smile.

Steph got an ectoplasm glitter bomb launcher. She immediately set it off in the kitchen. Maddie was delighted.

Dick received ecto-infused grappling hooks that let him swing through walls. He hugged both parents on the spot.

Later That Night

The Batkids lounged on beanbags in Danny’s room, covered in marshmallow goo from Fenton family s’mores night.

Steph: “Your mom tackled a ghost into the barbecue pit.”

Tim: “Your dad gave me a hug that cracked my ribs.”

Jason (stroking his new guns lovingly): “I’m moving in.”

Danny: “You’ll regret that at 3AM when the fridge starts screaming.”

Damian: “Your father attempted to high-five me. I allowed it. Once.”

Danny snorted. “He’s gonna cry from happiness later.”

Meanwhile, in the Fenton Kitchen

Maddie sipped her tea. “They’re good kids.”

Jack nodded, eyes misty. “Do you think if we adopt them too, we can finally start that Ghost Hero Team I always wanted?”

Maddie smiled. “Let’s give them snacks first.”

Group Chat: [Batfam + Phantom of the Groupchat]

Jason: Can I call your dad Pops?

Danny: ...I literally do not have the power to stop you.

Steph: i want to go back next weekend. ghost dodgeball rematch.

Damian: I defeated the kitchen specter with honor. Fenton called it a “heckin’ good whack.”

Tim: I still don’t know how the toaster is haunted.

Dick: Best parents. A+++ would let them arm me again.

Danny: they’re already building a tank for you.

Bruce: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "A TANK"

Danny: Too late B. You’re a Fenton by association now 😎

[flwrkid14]

I need an AU where Danny and Tim accidentally become the most feared vigilante power couple in Gotham, and they don’t even realize it.

okay, listen—Tim is the master planner. He’s meticulous, always two steps ahead of the rogues, the League, even Batman. Then you’ve got Danny, who’s literally a half-ghost superhero with insane powers. And here’s the thing: they don’t mean to be terrifying. They’re just doing their thing, but together? Gotham villains are shaking.

Imagine Danny using his ghost powers to help Tim patrol. Tim’s grappling onto rooftops, doing his usual stealthy vigilante thing, and meanwhile, Danny’s just casually flying through walls and scaring the absolute crap out of criminals. They’re mid-heist, and suddenly, this glowing kid shows up, phasing through the vault door like it’s nothing. No one’s prepared for a ghost that can literally disappear and reappear wherever he wants, while Tim is in the shadows, taking them down one by one. It’s like horror movie levels of fear for Gotham’s rogues.

The rogues start trading horror stories about the ‘ghost that haunts Gotham’s streets.’ No one knows his name, but they’ve all seen him—pale, glowing, and grinning like he’s enjoying the chase a little too much. And right next to him? That’s Red Robin, cool as ever, silently calculating every move while his ghost partner freaks people out.

Even the Batfam starts to notice. At first, Bruce doesn’t think much of it. Tim’s been working with new people before. But when reports start coming in about how terrified the villains are—like, they’re surrendering before the fight even starts—Bruce is curious. Then he catches wind of the ghost rumors. Now that gets his attention.

Cue the Batfam having no idea what to do with this information. Dick thinks it’s hilarious—‘Timmy? Scary? No way.’ Jason’s a little jealous, not gonna lie—‘So you’re telling me Tim’s haunting the criminals of Gotham, and I’m not invited?’ And Damian? Damian respects it. Ghostly intimidation tactics are just practical in his eyes.

But Tim? Tim’s just trying to do his job. He doesn’t even realize they’ve become the city’s most terrifying duo. Meanwhile, Danny’s having the time of his life. Scaring bad guys? Sign him up. Especially when it makes Tim roll his eyes fondly every time Danny phases into a room with a smirk, all like, ‘What? It works, doesn’t it?’

And yeah, Danny absolutely does the ‘Boo!’ thing just to mess with people. Criminals are terrified, the Batfam is confused, and Tim is stuck between exasperation and amusement because of course his boyfriend is thriving on this ghostly reputation.

Give me a Tim and Danny who become an absolute nightmare to Gotham’s underworld. Give me a Tim who doesn’t realize he’s terrifying, and a Danny who knows it and leans in. Because Gotham deserves to be haunted by a ghost, and Danny’s just the guy for the job.

[pipedreame]

Justice is Swift (Vengeance is Sweet) — Ch.3 Memes/Shitposts

master post || <- ch.2 memes || ch.3

Danny: Wow this coffee is so good I hope nothing happens to it…

Jason, spilling Danny’s coffee all over his shirt: Oh no, I think you need to take that off. Right now ;)

Tim: Can you guys fucking STOP and flirt like NORMAL PEOPLE?

Bernard, secretly filming: No, don’t listen to him, keep going.

-

Danny, sleep deprived and in desperate need of caffeine: *catches a glimpse of Jason*

Danny, blinking: God?

Jason, absolutely smitten: Not quite, sweetie :’)

Danny: Oh, good, I thought I died again for a second

Jason: HUH?

-

Danny: Oh I think that barista gave me her number by accident lol it’s clearly meant for you

Jason, taking off his shirt: He’s so fucking stupid I must have him

-

Danny: lol yeah Amity is Super Haunted

Tim, full conspiracy board mode: Why the fuck have I never heard of Amity before?

-

Danny: Okay time to lay low and be completely normal. No Phantom, no problem :)

Also Danny the second Amity is brought up, no self control in sight and ready to spill everything: So ghosts are actually real and there’s this one really cool one named Phantom who’s basically my best friend —

-

Danny, telling a story and casually mentioning ghosts like it’s nothing bc he’s used to no one in Amity Park batting an eye at the paranormal: — and then Skulker came around and threatened to ‘mount my pelt’, which after the hundredth time hearing is just kind of like, ‘yeah, whatever dude we get it, can I just buy my ice cream now?’ like he’s a serious vibe killer y’know but his girlfriend Ember is pretty cool when she’s not mind controlling people with her music an—

Any Gothamite he speaks to thinking he’s insane: Yo, what the fuck?

Danny, confused: What? You’ve never seen a ghost? Weird :/

-

Danny, resigned to collecting strays: Whatchya got there, Ellie?

Ellie, holding a smoothie and two feral kittens: Uh, a smoothie.

-

Jason: Get me a notepad.

Tim: Are you going to just draw a dick like last time?

Jason: … No.

Tim: You hesitated.

[hinacu-arts]

Tags That Made Me Smile 2023 — Part 1 (Jan-June)

Ive collected so many of my "Tags That Made Me Smile List" that i wont be posting it annually this year, its going to be at least biannually (although a good portion of this list is actually random comments in the author notes/lines and not tags 🤣)

[2022's List] [2021's List]

.

Not Fandom Specific

if they seem ooc at times (to YOU) just ignore it... i know Them

“It’s impossible to figure out comic book timelines” - people who are not me and who I cannot relate to

im ace but i tried my damnest to emulate allo behaviour

canon is nothing more than the sandbox in which I choose to build my castle

Not canon, not fanon, but some other third thing (my love for extravagant world building)

fan fiction vs foe fiction

bro we are teens its ok to be vunerable in front of me #now we are kissing bro dont stop

They have my mind on fucking speed dial i stg

intentional miscommunication in the name of fuckery

Cheesy romance taken seriously

The universe frantically consults the rule book while fate runs off with their action figures

getting a toddler dumped on you by your ex’s ex

“I’m not dying without kissing you” #And then they don’t die #And It’s all quite awkward

"Now if you'll excuse me… Tonight's bad decision isn't going to make itself."

“What’s a ‘boyfriend’? And why am I yours?”

“It has come to my attention that you are, unfortunately, my favorite person on this planet.”

i’m staring at the ceiling fighting the urge to kick you -a love story

Accidental Soul-Bonding oops

Enemy to Caretaker

Wooing via Prank War

Allegedly Platonic Kissing

Fandom Specific

These are ordered by the chronological order of which fandom i was reading at the time

Wednesday

werewolves mate for life

The Gomezification of Wednesday Addams

Legend of Zelda

Hi my name is Link and Welcome to Jackass

Link and Sidon both get a little bit gay: The Chapter

Gerudo Vai Outfit shenanigans

DC x Danny Phantom

Danny is the Tom Bombadil of Superheroes

Jack Fenton’s ability to casually Cool-Aid-Man his way through walls is a symptom of ectoplasm exposure

Skulker, No Skulking!

Danger Twink!Danny Fenton

Red Hood: Civilian Edition

inception—magic school bus version

a guy on staff so adorable it triggers Jason’s fight or flight response

Jason gets diagnosed with "bro your ectoplasm is fucked up" disease

Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies #But make it Halloween #where Tim Drake finds out the true meaning of love and Halloween #a true Rom-Com that's just a lil spooky

keeps the Hallmark themes of anti-capitalism #Vlad is the capitalism

pit is gone #raging anger has been replaced with raging hormones

All the (pit) rage he felt at the Joker for killing him is now being redirected and funneled into admiration/gratitude for the guy who did kill Joker

What is a murderer, a maker of ghosts, to the king of ghosts, but a faithful servant?

“Hood, your boyfriend's haunted!”

batman looked at gotham and said "i can fix her" #gotham looked at batman and said "i can make him worse"

Various DC Media

DC stands for Disregard Canon

Pining batman? more like Down Badman

Fortress of Sulkitude

Hurricane Dick and smaller Tropical Storm Damian

Tim finds his missing spleen #:)

just two dudes chillin' in a sleeping bag zero feet apart because Bart stole the other one

Kon's jacket #(it's made from boyfriend material)

Batfam? Bat colony? #how exactly do you to refer to the fascinating taxon that is Tim's family

Breaking the laws of Nature with sheer fucking will and bullshit circumstance (Time and Dimension Travel)

"Ha! Ive been sleeping in his bed for years, i no longer register as a threat"

Let it not be said that Bruce Wayne is a coward. A fool, perhaps, but never a coward.

"This is not very slay of you Tim" Bruce said

[zhelin-thames]

The Fudge Courier

The Wayne Mansion was never exactly quiet, but the sudden crack of breached security systems and the high-pitched alarm was enough to cause a minor panic in the Batfamily group chat.

Everyone mobilized. Jason was halfway to the armory. Damian had his sword in hand. Steph already had a batarang between her fingers. Bruce was the first to reach the front foyer, cape trailing behind him dramatically, expecting an assassin, a rogue AI, or maybe Ra’s himself.

Instead, it was a teenager in a baggy hoodie and Converse, standing in the middle of the marble floor with a tray of fudge like he owned the place.

"WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?!" the intruder demanded.

Bruce raised a brow. "Now, I don’t think I’m—"

"NOT YOU! THE OLD MAN!" the teen snapped, eyes wild with exhaustion. “You don’t count. You’re like… diet old. Where’s the real deal?”

Before anyone could tase, tackle, or interrogate him, Alfred emerged from the dining room, adjusting his gloves with dignified calm. “Master Bruce, is there a—?”

He didn’t finish.

The fudge was shoved into his hands with the kind of reverence usually reserved for live bombs.

“Happy Father’s Day from Thomas and his wife.” The hoodie kid (ghost? gremlin?) looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “They haven’t stopped haunting me about it for weeks. I’m so tired. Please. Please tell me I can finally tell them that baby Brucie is fine and stop being their afterlife errand boy.”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then Alfred—gentle, serene, forever composed Alfred—smiled. He even laughed, lightly, like this wasn’t a complete break in reality. “Yes, indeed. They are doing well. I am so terribly sorry to have put you in this position. Perhaps we can make it up to you by having you stay for dinner?”

Danny, hoodie gremlin in question, beamed like he’d just won the lottery. “Free food? Absolutely.” Then he glanced at the fudge. “Oh, right—It’s not poisoned or ecto-contaminated, FYI. Totally safe for normal humans and whatever brand of chaos you people are.”

He waved like this was a PTA meeting and followed Alfred into the kitchen like he hadn’t just broken into one of the most secure homes on the planet.

The Batkids stood frozen.

“Umm… Alfred, do you know this kid?” Dick asked carefully.

Danny turned to face them with a tired sigh. “Are you baby Brucie? Because I swear to the Ancients, if you are, I need to punch you. Like, lovingly. Ghost realm tradition. Don’t worry, it only hurts a little.”

A long silence.

Then Dick lost it, wheezing. “Nope! Nope, that’s not me—he’s behind you and probably wants to punch you now.”

Danny blinked, glanced back at Bruce, then offered a grin. “...Fair.”

Bruce stared at the tray of fudge in Alfred’s hands, then at the strange boy now comfortably parked on a kitchen stool. Then, very calmly, he pressed the panic button for the entire family. They were going to need back-up. And a full psych eval.

Meanwhile, Tim was already texting.

get here now bring Kon AND jon dinner’s cursed there’s fudge and ghosts and bruce has parents again???

The Phantom Courier had arrived. And dinner was going to be spicy.

Dinner at Wayne Manor was already chaos on a good day. Add in Danny Phantom, ghost errand boy of the dearly departed Wayne parents, and things got wild fast.

By the time the rest of the Batfamily arrived, Alfred had set the table like nothing strange was happening—because to him, nothing was. A guest was a guest, even if that guest had floated through a wall earlier and casually mentioned alternate dimensions.

Danny sat between Steph and Duke, legs criss-crossed in his chair, still wearing his hoodie like it was armor. “So anyway, it turns out if you make direct eye contact with the portrait of Martha Wayne at exactly 2:37 AM, she shows up and starts judging you for the dishes in the sink.”

Steph choked on her drink.

“You’re lying,” Jason said flatly.

“Swear on my core,” Danny grinned. “She folded my laundry. Folded it. But she also gave me this look like I was a raccoon rooting through the family fridge.”

“...She always did run a tight household,” Alfred muttered under his breath, pleased.

Tim, phone still in hand under the table, was quietly live-texting everything to Kon. Bruce hadn’t said much since Danny’s arrival, though he'd definitely tried to interrogate him mid-salad. Danny answered every question with equal parts snark and sincerity, and Bruce hadn’t known how to handle that since Nightwing’s teen years.

But the real kicker came after dinner.

Alfred brought out a lovely tray of tea and that infamous fudge. Everyone reached for a piece. Except Bruce.

Danny froze. Eyes wide.

“You’re not eating the fudge?”

“I don’t eat dessert,” Bruce said firmly, because of course he didn’t.

Danny paled—well, more pale. “Oh Ancients. You were supposed to eat it. That was like... half the haunting quota! I told them I shouldn’t be the one to deliver it, but nooo, I’m the ‘living representative’—"

Suddenly, the lights flickered.

A breeze swept through the dining room despite all the windows being shut.

Then—

A glow shimmered above the table, and two figures faded into view. Elegant. Ethereal. Slightly translucent.

“Bruce Thomas Wayne,” said Martha Wayne, voice calm but cutting, “You did not just ignore the dessert your father and I specifically requested be delivered for this occasion.”

Thomas Wayne crossed his arms. “We died. The least you could do is eat a single piece of fudge.”

Bruce stared at them, stunned. “...You sent the fudge?”

Danny waved his fork. “I told you. They’re relentless. I’ve never been hunted harder in my life—and I died.”

Jason was half under the table laughing. Damian stared at the ghosts with a mix of disbelief and awe. Dick was frantically signing do not punch them, do not punch them at Damian.

Martha floated closer, arms crossed like the world’s most disappointed PTA mom. “Your father and I have waited a very long time to share something—anything—with you again. And this young man was kind enough to help us.”

Thomas chimed in. “And he’s got moxie. You could use more of that in your life.”

Bruce cleared his throat, awkwardly picking up a piece of fudge. “...Fine. One piece.”

The lights settled.

The ghosts relaxed.

Danny slumped forward. “Thank the Ancients. I can finally go home and not have Martha materialize in my mirror telling me I ‘forgot the nuts.’”

Martha beamed. “Thank you, dear. You’re a delight.”

Then they both faded out. Just like that.

Silence.

“...So,” Dick finally said, “Do we do Father’s Day like this every year now or...?”

Tim texted Kon again.

fudge was ghost-coded bruce got mom’d from beyond the veil help bring backup

Tim’s texts didn’t go unanswered for long.

Kon: we’re coming Kon: jon says we should bring a gift Kon: is batman allergic to anything? Jon: (from Kon’s phone) my mom says you can’t show up empty-handed to a ghost-fudge dinner. I’m bringing lasagna.

Twenty minutes later, just as Alfred was prepping dessert plates and Danny was halfway through explaining what ghost zones were (with salt shakers), there was a knock at the front door.

A polite knock. One that radiated Midwestern kindness and super strength.

Bruce answered the door with the grim expectation of chaos.

Instead, he got Superman, Superboy, and Jon Kent holding a steaming glass dish wrapped in oven mitts.

“Hi, Bruce,” Clark said, smiling like this was a backyard barbecue. “Happy Father’s Day.”

“We brought food!” Jon added helpfully. “And napkins!”

Danny peeked out from behind Bruce. “...You brought napkins to a haunted fudge dinner?”

���Ghosts like etiquette,” Jon said with perfect sincerity.

Danny stared. “...I’m adopting you.”

Bruce groaned. “Why are you here?”

Clark gave the world’s most innocent shrug. “Tim said dinner was going great. And involved your parents. The ghost versions.” He looked very smug. “I couldn’t miss that.”

Tim popped out from behind a hallway arch, phone in hand. “For the record, you’re welcome.”

Danny barging into the wayne mansion wearing a hoddie and holding a tray of fudge.

"WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?!"

All the bats and birds panicing bc a random broke theu their security measures. Bruce being first to look at him"hey now, i dont think i'm~"

he gets cut off by Danny. "NOT YOU! THE OLD MAN!"

Alfred steps out of the dining room fixing his gloves and suit. Before he can speak danny shoves the plate of fudge in his hands"Happy fathers day from thomas and his wife. They have not stopped hounding me for weeks. And im tired. Please tell me i can say their baby brucie is fine." He says half pleading.

Alfred breaks a small smile before laughing lightly"yes indeed. They are doing well. I am so terribly sorry to have put you in this position. Perhaps we can make it up to you by having you stay for dinner?"

Bruce and the kids are glading ready for a fight unsure of how to interact in this moment."Umm Alfred, do you know this kid?" Dick asks breaking the silence.

Danny turns to him"are you baby brucie? Bc i swear to ancients i need to punch you and i hope you are an adult." Silence as crickets sounds before dick breaks down laughing."no he is behind you ready to punch you himself. Can umm you explain?"

Danny pauses thinking a moment before amiling"you offered me free food. I will gladly accept! Oh! That reminds me! The fudge isnt poisoned or ecto contaminated. So it is safe for normal humans to consume as well as whatever the hell you all are." He waves and follows Alfred theu to the kitchen.

Bruce panic buttons the rest to come home for dinner. This is gonna be a long night.

Meanwhile tim is texting Kon to being supes and jon with him to dinner tonight. Things are about to be spicy!

[rosemaryhoney27]

“Ghosts, Greens, and Gotham Gays”

aka: Danny Becomes Harley and Ivy’s New Favorite, Vlad Loses More Hair

Vlad was begging Bruce at this point. Begging.

“Keep him inside for one day, Brucie. Please. For my heart. For my blood pressure. For Gotham’s structural integrity.”

Bruce just took a sip of his black coffee and said, “He’s helping Ivy. It’s fine.”

Vlad gaped. “Helping—Ivy?!”

“Mmhm. Something about cross-referencing chlorokinetic frequencies with ecto-resonance.”

“That’s NOT A SENTENCE A CHILD SHOULD SAY—”

Bruce: “He asked first.”

Meanwhile – Ivy’s Greenhouse (Technically a Crime Lair)

Pamela Isley stood with arms crossed, watching as Danny held a softly glowing green hand over a wilting rose hybrid.

He hummed.

The flower perked up.

The surrounding vines quivered, then bloomed in synchronized delight.

“…He’s not Photosynthesizing,” Ivy whispered.

Harley peeked out from the couch, where she was doing her nails and sipping a neon slushie. “He’s ghost-synthesizing! Told ya!”

Danny looked up and smiled. “It’s like ghost CPR. I’m not a botanist, but I can nudge their ambient soul energy.”

“…Plants don’t have souls,” Ivy said, a bit flat.

Danny patted the vine beside him. It curled around his wrist like a cat and purred.

“…I stand corrected.”

Chaos, But Make It Helpful

Harley was already calling him “Spooky Nibbles” by hour two. (“'Cause ya nibble on chaos, kiddo!”)

Danny, somehow, was:

Helping Ivy revive a nearly extinct bioluminescent flower.

Fixing Harley’s blender with ghost tech so it never jammed again.

Casually mentioning he once made a haunted terrarium that ate cheaters in lab.

“I like this one,” Ivy said, very seriously. “Can we keep him?”

Harley nodded. “He’s got Big Gremlin Energy. Like me but with glowy hands.”

Danny beamed. “Thanks! Uncle Vlad says I’m a walking supernatural violation.”

Pam looked at Vlad, who had finally shown up and was hovering at the doorway like a stressed Victorian governess.

“You never said your godson was delightful,” she said.

“He’s not!” Vlad hissed. “He’s a menace with manners!”

Harley leaned over and whispered to Ivy, “He’s got good ankles too. Vlad’s lucky I’m married.”

Ivy: “So is Vlad.”

Later That Day: A Totally Normal, Casual Ghost Plant Uprising

The rogue CEO of GreenerCorp—an evil pharmaceutical company known for shady testing—arrived to “reclaim his investment” and “teach Isley a lesson.”

Danny stared at him across Ivy’s garden.

CEO Guy: “You’re just a kid. I’m not scared of you.”

Danny: “Oh. That’s okay.”

He raised a hand.

The temperature dropped.

The soil glowed.

Plants started whispering in languages no one understood. A massive vine rose behind Danny, pulsing with ghostly energy. The CEO tripped backward into his own security guard.

Danny took a step forward and said, very politely:

“You should leave before the ghost roses start asking questions.”

The CEO screamed. Ivy gave him a sticker that said “You Messed With The Wrong Garden.” Harley filmed the whole thing and posted it with the caption: “Our spooky nephew made a man pee himself 💚🖤🌿👻”

Later – Back at the Manor

Bruce watched the footage. Vlad was face-down on the couch, groaning into a throw pillow. Tim had already turned the video into a meme. Damian was inspecting one of the ghost plants Danny brought back. “Can I keep it?” Cass nodded. “It likes you.” Jason: “He’s now officially in the Ivy-Harley inner circle. That’s better than the damn Mayor.”

Danny poked his head in from the kitchen, covered in potting soil and ghost glitter.

“I made ecto-compost cookies! They’re great for photosynthesis and graveyard shifts.”

Vlad: screaming internally again

Bruce patted Vlad’s back. “He’s doing well.”

“He joined a villain gardening cult.”

“They like him.”

“EVERYONE LIKES HIM.”

“Maybe you should try it.”

Vlad made a sound like a dying Roomba and walked straight into the wall.

[bluejayblueskies]

Seen, Unseen, Unsung

Chapter 9/23: stitch by stitch, thread by thread Words: 6.6k

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims/Tim Stoker Characters: Tim Stoker, Jonathan Sims, Basira Hussain, Melanie King, Daisy Tonner Additional Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, End!Tim, Tim Stoker Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence and Trauma, Mild Body Horror

Summary:

“We know that Tim is an avatar of the End, and that he can—what, bring people back from the dead?”

Tim shrugs. It’s an overly casual gesture for a less-than-casual topic, but it’s been a long few days, and he’s tired, and it’s become almost mind-numbingly easy to admit that he’s basically a glorified necromancer.

---

Or, Tim wakes up from the Unknowing with a blank slate where the Institute had been, Danny sitting at his bedside, and a man with too many eyes haunting his dreams.

Read on Ao3

[redflagshipwriter]

Part two

Danny drifted towards the door, on a collision course for the new ghost whether it was a good idea or not.

“Danny?” Damian asked.

“I gotta go,” he said vaguely, abandoning his chocolate milk without thinking about it. He left the library and went down the long hallway that would intersect with the family wing.

Huh. Not the front door? That was a funny detail. The new ghost was coming to a back door but the manor didn't feel like this was his Haunt. It was a neutral ground. Danny knew he wasn't intruding.

Tim turned the corner at a fast clip and immediately laid eyes on Danny. “Hey,” he said, faux casual. “Great timing! Cass says Jason is almost here.”

“Ahuh.” Danny managed a brief, distracted smile. He didn't slow down or alter his course.

His heart would have been pounding in his chest if he was human. He had the same focused anticipation that he remembered from a fight with Skulker, Ember, or even Boxy. He was keyed up and ready to react.

Danny reached the right hallway as the door shut. “Hey!” Called out a new voice, masculine and lazy. “Who’s home?”

Damian scoffed. “Todd,” he said, disdain somehow dripping from the one syllable.

‘...Todd? This is Jason.’

The three boys rounded the corridor to see the man who had to be Jason. He was built with the crazy muscles that Skulker’s fighting suit was dreaming of. He had a young looking face with a defined jawline and sandy blonde hair with an eerie white streak that was the same inhuman vividness as Danny's ghost-form hair or Vlad's human-form’s. He also had the rankest vibes of any undead that Danny had ever encountered. It was a really fascinating contrast with his wholesome all-American dream boy appearance.

‘Cass was right. I don't know what the hell he is but he's not a living human. The hair alone is a sign of major ectoplasm contamination. He doesn't feel contained like a halfa, though. He's all over the place like a big old ghostie.’

Jason's eyebrows went up when he saw Danny.

“What-” Tim spluttered. He walked into Danny's back.

Damian made a sound in the back of his throat like a cat throwing up.

Danny didn't have the brain power to figure them out. He was still sorting through his first impression, brow wrinkled and mouth slightly pursed.

‘He doesn't feel evil or mean, just like… sour milk. Dissonant? Yeah, like a loud bad note but for vibes instead of sound.’

Jason smiled wide, open and friendly. “You must be Danny,” he said. He kept his body language loose and non-threatening. He shot his two younger brothers a smug look and tossed his surfer boy hair.

“Ahuh.” Danny wrinkled his nose and cocked his head to the side like a dog. “Cass said…” He trailed off before the words ‘that you're like me’ could come out. He didn't know if Tim and Damian knew about that. He valiantly resisted the urge to sniff at the air to figure out what the hell that ectoplasm was. He hadn't been exposed to anything that intense since he's grabbed Plasmius from the GIW lab and they'd booked it from Amity in opposite directions.

“Cass said,” Jason agreed easily. He looked Danny up and down. The hallway lights glinted off the golden undertones in his hair with the movement. “You are just a baby, huh.”

The air lost the static charge. Danny felt a wash of relief. Something slotted into place in the back of his awareness. He couldn't explain it but he knew that Jason was wholly safe for him. He now loved Jason's bad vibes. They were the bad vibes of someone who would eat his enemies.

Yeah, he didn't need the cultural explanation from Frostbite to get the gist of what this was. This wasn't the type of encounter where they had ghost beef on sight. “I'm 15, Beach Boy,” he said. He stuck his tongue out. He couldn't help it. The tension melted out of his posture.

He felt safe. He felt wholly safe for the first time in- the first time since-

Since well before he died in the portal. Danny didn't really remember feeling this safe.

In his peripheral vision he saw Damian frown and mouth the words, “Beach boy?” incredulously.

Jason barked out a laugh, apparently not wounded by accusations of looking like a misplaced surfer bro. “Older than I got to be,” he said. The tone could have sounded a little mean if you didn't feel the playful teasing under the words.

Danny made a rude sound and shook his head. He wanted to push his head into Jason like a cat for head pets. He wanted Cass and Jason.

“Jason,” Tim hissed, clearly anxious about something. Danny didn't know or care what. Would Jason think it was weird if Danny draped along his shoulders and purred? He felt like he could purr.

“Little brother.”

Danny meeped and wheeled around. Cass had freaking manifested in a dark space where the curtains were blocking direct sunlight. She gave him a real smile, with teeth. Cass glided over and put a hand on Danny's shoulder. “My baby!” She sounded delighted. He leaned into her, relieved there was a socially appropriate person to snuggle. He needed to do something with the overwhelming need to express affection.

“So small,” Jason agreed in a tone that implied wonder and maybe a little bit of confusion.

“...You are so weird,” Tim said, sounding offended. “He's bigger than I was at his age. You were a big jerk to me then.”

“But he has baby energy.” Jason shrugged. “What can I say? You didn't. You were scrappy.”

Danny rolled his eyes at that description, but it was mostly playful.

‘To him I am a baby,’ he realized, biting down a snort. ‘I don't know how a 20 something guy is also an ancient ghost. But he is.’

He had to know. He also had to find the absolute earliest socially acceptable opportunity to get close enough to drink up some of the ecto that Jason was cockily oozing out.

“Hey, there's finally enough people to play that game!” Tim said, voice so normal and cheerful that Danny knew he'd fucked up and came off really goddamn weird.

“Sounds great,” Danny agreed.

Preview:

Jason didn't let his smile falter. He didn't know how but he knew that Danny was extremely tuned into his mood. He didn't wanna make the little guy anxious. Danny had gone from an uncomfortably feline readiness to being so relaxed that his eyes were lidded. His gaze kept flicking between Jason and Cass as they crossed the house, content. Tim and Damian might as well not have been there. Tim had his thinking face on and Damian was unreadable as they all settled into chairs in one of the comfy rooms near the kitchen.

It was weird. It was very fucking weird. He needed a breather. “I'll be right back,” he said. Danny watched him leave the room.

“Master Jason?” Alfred murmured sotto voice, eyebrows ever so slightly raised. He was standing in the hallway with a tray in hands.

“I'll be right back,” he repeated, and went to find a pillow to scream into.

What the hell was that? What was any of this? Was this a goddamn biological clock? Oh god, was this what Bruce experienced?! Did he see a little waif and feel the undefeatable urge to gather them up and hiss at anyone that came too close? Was Jason going to end up adopting uncontrollably? He didn't have the space for it! He had a two bedroom apartment, holy shit, did Danny need a yard to play in? What enrichment did he need?

‘I’ve lost my damn mind,’ Jason thought wildly, and tried out a breathing exercise.

Mamabat- enter Jason 1/2

MASTERPOST

The air was different with Cass, now. Danny felt a little anxious as he followed her to the study after breakfast. Something about her was serious-determined-protective. 

She always felt protective towards him. That was why he'd followed her in the first place. Some ghosts lied, but they couldn't do it with their aura. He knew what she really felt for him. 

“Sit?” She asked him. She gestured at the big squashy chair. Danny did without complaint. Cass perched behind him and started dragging her fingers through his hair, relaxing him.

Man. She was good at this. Top tier mothering, right here. Danny went limp. 

“I'm worried,” Cass broke the silence. She didn't sound worried. She never really did. Her voice was quiet and serious, but still kind. Her thumbs dug into his scalp. He pushed his head back against it. Bliss. “Barbara made you sad. Because you miss your sister?”

Danny tensed. 

‘I should have figured that Batman would track me down.’

Maybe he had known, if he was honest with himself. It didn't hit him like a shock.

“Tim thinks your name is Fenton,” she added, brutally sensible as always. And yup, that was it. No point in denying it. “Declared dead. In danger?”

He sucked in air through his teeth. He wasn't going to lie to her. 

“Worried,” she repeated. 

He thought about it. He really did. Danny bit his lip. 

She was liminal. That probably meant she'd come really close to death, in at least one sense of the word. Would that mean she was desensitized to it, or extra paranoid?

…It was hard to imagine Cass over or under reacting to a possible danger. She was just so steady. But would she see him as a possible danger if she knew what he was, what he really was? 

He could feel it out before he took a plunge with the whole truth.

Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was invasive. She didn't seem to realize that she was liminal. That meant she definitely didn't realize how much she was communicating to him under her words and gestures. 

But Danny deliberately tuned into her quiet aural communication and tested the waters. “Tim is right, I'm Danny Fenton,” he said. He knew he was too tense. She would definitely feel it. But what could he do about that? He was nervous. “I… Maybe I did die.”

Her heart dropped to her stomach. He could feel the crush of grief on her heart. 

But it didn’t wash away the thudding repetition of love-protect-my darling. There was no suspicion, no guilt, no fear. It was just pain for his sake, with no calculation about how to solve a sudden problem. 

God. He wanted so badly for that to have been how his parents reacted. His eyes started to sting.

Danny sniffled. He thought it was safe to tell her. “I died,” he corrected, and he knew he was right when Cass made a little wounded sound and leaned her body into him, aiming to comfort. “Not then, but a couple years ago. I’m different now, and it’s uh… It’s dangerous to be this way.”

“Affects?” Cass asked quietly. She started to pet his hair again. “Mood? Health?”

“...Huh,” he said, because that was a sensible question he hadn’t expected. If he really thought about his mood and emotions before and after the accident: “Yeah, uh, there’s sometimes a mood thing. I might be a little more aggressive than I was before? And I can get kind of intense sometimes.”

He had thought that was basically just a reaction to having a whole bunch of new threats in his life. But would pre-electrocution Danny have been able to actually stand and fight Skulker? He had genuinely been afraid of the jocks. Maybe… Maybe he was different. Sure, Sam and Jazz were up for shooting ghosts with Fenton tech. Would he have been if he was just human? 

…He didn’t really think so.

Oof. Well, that wasn’t exactly great for his sense of self.

Cass shook him lightly. “Health?” she repeated.

Danny forced down that revelation to deal with later. He didn’t like acknowledging that he was kind of a chicken by nature, but historically, there wasn’t much evidence of bravery pre-mortem. “Uh, my heart rate is really slow, body temp is low, so I can’t really afford to go to a doctor for a checkup,” he said. “Uh, sometimes I’ve got none at all and my hair turns white.” He paused there. That was- that was enough, yeah? He was going to be honest with her because she deserved honesty from him. But that didn’t mean he had to explain the whole great beyond and his inhuman status.

“Sounds like Jason,” Cass said, after a long silence.

Danny short-circuited. “Wait, what?” He craned to look at her. “Who?”

Cass darted forward to kiss his forehead. “Little brother,” she said cheerfully. “Want to meet him?”

Uh, yeah. Danny nodded vigorously, wondering what the hell she was on about. “Do you mean he died?” 

“Died,” Cass agreed, getting out her phone and tapping away at it rapidly.

“Not like, heart stopped for a minute on the operating table and he was revived, or what?” Danny pressed.

“Dead in the ground, came back later,” Cass said. “Dead for months. Now, very crabby.”

Danny balked. “What?”

“White hair too,” she said. Then her face did something funny. “I think he dyed it recently,” she said. 

Danny huffed a laugh. “If it’s the same thing as mine, you can’t dye it.” He saw her look over his head for white streaks. He didn’t correct her line of thought.

He hadn’t thought that anything could top the anticipation of meeting Batman. But Danny had to admit the rest of the day was a wash. Apparently Jason couldn’t make it until the evening, about an hour before patrol.

Danny nearly paced a line into the carpet. He had enough energy to do that now, even without ecto. He was getting soooo much food here. A guy couldn’t even stress out for an hour without someone coming by to make sure he had fruit and yogurt or a hot drink.

He didn’t need someone to come and tell him that the much anticipated Jason had shown up. Danny knew it when he went to take a sip of cruelty-free chocolate milk (hand delivered by the most frightening child in the world) and choked on vapor.

Damian gave him a glare and snatched the drink away. “Are you incapable of drinking beverages?” he demanded. His face looked so goddamn cross but he was just worried.

Danny managed a smile. “No, went down the wrong pipe, sorry.”

Damian didn’t seem to even see the fog, so- so that meant that either he was really unobservant or he wasn’t liminal enough to see it the way people did in Amity. That was a small blessing. Danny appreciated it and he took back his drink to have something to hold onto.

That was a whole ass ghost. That was a whole ghost coming onto the property, one that felt big and mad and old. Danny smacked his lips, disconcerted. 

He, uh, didn’t know what to expect from this.

[dcxdpdabbles]

been thinking bout Jason’s doll like Jason won’t let any of the Batfam live down the fact that he was right when Danny reforms however none of them are going to let go of the fact that Danny being half dead did in fact make the doll haunted

It's alarming how obviously haunted Jason's doll is. Now that he had introduced him to the rest of the family, Jason seemed to go nowhere without Danny.

He was there, sitting on Jason's lap at meal times, leaning against the pillows whenever they sat down in the movie room, and wearing his own little goggles when Jason went for a ride on his bike. Danny was there whenever Jason was heading off to bed, curling around the porcelain toy like a child.

Hell, Tim is pretty sure he saw Jason walk out of the bathroom after a shower with Danny tucked under his arm once.

He understands Bruce's worry about how attached Jason seems to be to Danny. The only time he ever left Danny behind was to run around as Red Hood, but even then he insisted that Danny have his own communicator.

It had looked rather silly on the doll- Dick had to duck tap it to Danny's head since there was no ear to push into- but that did not stop Jason from consistently narrating what he was doing and speaking to Danny.

Tim had just been thinking of turning off his communicator when a series of whispers bursted to life in his ear. He had nearly missed a step when jumping to the next roof, heart pounding in his chest as a instantal fear dug into his core.

A second later, he could wrangle the fear into something manageable, thanks to his training. He hears his various siblings doing the same through the coms as Jason laughs "You said it, Doll."

"That was Doll!?" Steph exclaims in Tim's ear. There is a tremble in her voice that he relates to.

"Yeah, isn't he hilarious?" Jason responds with a chuckle. Then, another series of fast-past whispers—sounding like more than one person—is heard, and Jason roars with laughter.

Tim shivers, reaching up to switch off his com. At once, Babs remotely turns it back on. "Saftey protocols state these stay on due to Two-Face's escape."

Rats.

Tim tries his best to finish the rest of his patrol, only occasionally jumping at Danny's random burst of whispers. He stops two carjackers and a mugging and finds some clues as to where Harvey may have hidden.

It's a long night despite the slow crime, or maybe it's due to the lack of sleep catching up to him, but when Tim returns to manor he is half dead on his feet.

He barely has the mind to write up his report for the night and stumbles upstairs, peeling his costume off as he goes. Just as he can spot the doorway of his old room, Tim can feel his eyelids sliding close.

There is only a silver of sight now because he forces them to not close completely through sheer will power

He fumbles for the handle of the door leaning heavily against the wood, when he realizes he's not entirely alone in the hallway. He glances in the direction in what he assumed was Dick- as his brother's old room is also on down this hall- and is shock when he makes eye contact with someone he does not know.

It's a handsome boy. One that he's seen very clearly in a photo.

Freezing, Tim dares not to even breathe as Danny tilts his head and carefully floats over to him. There is a semi-see-through effect going on with his body, but it does not draw away to Danny's concern experssion.

Tim's heart is beating a mile a minute. Crude, had he taken in fear gas at some point?

Danny pauses, inches from his face, staring intently. Tim can barely breathe, so scared his arms and legs feel like lead. Ice runs through his viens and Tim has half the mind to think This is it. This is how I die. before Danny reachs out and touches him.

More specficelly he picks Tim up like a bag of grapes and throws open the door. The ghost carries his horrified form to the bed, tucking him gently before petting his hair.

"Good..night..sleep..tight…love…you...Tim. Sleep...well.," Danny whispers, the words just barely audible with the strange overwhelming mutters of unknown voices. The ghost turns around and flouts right through Tim's door. A few seconds later, it, slightly becomes ajar due to a doll leaning on it.

Its unblinking eyes stare deep into Tim's soul. He whimpers and clings to the blanket hard.

Tim isn't sure, but he gets the sense Danny is laughing at him.

[bluejayblueskies]

Seen, Unseen, Unsung

Chapter 8/23: lock and key Words: 7.4k

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan Sims/Tim Stoker Characters: Tim Stoker, Jonathan Sims, Danny Stoker, Basira Hussain, Melanie King, Daisy Tonner, Minor OCs Additional Tags: End!Tim, Tim Stoker Lives, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence and Trauma, Fluff

Summary:

“We know that Tim is an avatar of the End, and that he can—what, bring people back from the dead?”

Tim shrugs. It’s an overly casual gesture for a less-than-casual topic, but it’s been a long few days, and he’s tired, and it’s become almost mind-numbingly easy to admit that he’s basically a glorified necromancer.

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Or, Tim wakes up from the Unknowing with a blank slate where the Institute had been, Danny sitting at his bedside, and a man with too many eyes haunting his dreams.

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[britcision]

………….

Danny didn’t know Bruce was Batman

Please

Please I need this

Danny comes to meet all his nephews and nieces and they just bring him down to the batcave expecting him to know since Bruce named him the next bat

Danny takes a look around, smiles at the kids, excuses himself to the bathroom

The bathroom does nothing to stop them from hearing the SCREAMING

“BRUCE YOU SON OF A FUCK YOU KNOW I HATE UNDERGROUND SECRET LAIRS YOU PIECE OF SHIT WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE FUCK YOU SAID YOU WERE DIFFERENT YOU ACTUAL ASSHOLE YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT BE DEAD BECAUSE I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU”

(It’s a serious occasion but Cass is still giggling softly)

Danny comes back out looking perfectly fine, all normal, smile twitching just a bit, and they finally explain why he’s here. That they thought he knew Bruce’s alter ego, but if he doesn’t want the mantle…

Danny looks at the lot of ���em (they’re all there because Plot Convenience fight me), knows exactly what happens if he doesn’t take it, and snatches it angrily

Spends the next 8 hours pretending he is not OBSESSED with his swishy cape

Tim goes to Danny as a last ditch effort with his desperate theory about Bruce not being dead and they need to go get him and Danny just nods casually like it’s obvious

Just “yeah if he was dead I’d know, guess it’s questing time to find out what the fuck actually happened”

After being treated for so long like he’s deluded or grieving or just plan wrong, Tim is floored and asks why tf Danny believes him. How would he know if Bruce was dead??

Danny pats him on the shoulder “takes one to know one kid”

And yeah, Danny has to bat around Gotham with the kids for very important morale reasons, but Tim has full bat resources, backup on standby, and even Dick stops telling him as gently as possible to move on after Danny goes ghost in front of them and declares himself a professional opinion on vital status

(No one even tries to argue Bruce might not become a ghost, he practically was one already he already has the obsession and the haunt)

Mind you, he always needs at least one minder because not only did Danny not know Bruce was Batman he also has no fucking clue what Batman do

Jason, Dick, and Damian all alternately play “he wouldn’t say that” irl with Danny in increasing exasperation

Steph and Cass encourage him whole heartedly

Babs is making a full file of Danny videos for Bruce’s return

Also they just don’t tell the JL about the switch for Mysterious Plot Reasons I Have Not Thought Of Yet because it’s funny to me

Superman has to come quietly tell Danny he knows he isn’t Bruce but the kids are backing him, and Bruce told Clark all about his bestie/kids godfather

Danny grins back and says it’s nice to meet him and his present for Bruce when Bruce gets back (as vengeance for lumping all this on Danny without telling him as Bruce tends to do) is to come back and learn Batman has started being slowly nicer and nicer

If the League notices, they can bully Bruce over being a grump

If they don’t, Bruce has to fess up or be nicer Batman

Bruce and Danny being old friends (possibly more but settled back into friends) and Danny being the Batkid's godfather. Like Bruce some how names Danny each kid's Godfather and asked him to take care of them if anything happens to Bruce.

Now the kid's vaguely know that Bruce has a long time friend who isn't Clark, having heard various Phone calls between Bruce ad the constantly traveling Danny and Bruce has told them about Danny. But some how they never met him.

This all comes to a head when Bruce "dies" (gets lost in the time stream) and they learn of his contingency plan for if he died. For Danny to take care of them and for him to take over the mantel of Batman as Bruce knew none of his kids wanted it. (Or that it didn't suit them despite them trying to deny the fact *Damian*)

[moss-covered-thoughts]

Ohhhh now THIS is some quality angst, a whole nother level of accepting that you're property, not a real human, you cant make decisions for yourself you silly little experiment. He's terrified if he stops going along with their allowances that it'll just get taken away, or theyll find another way to get their data. He's scared they're going to try to make more halfas (kill more ppl and expose them to ectoplasm) so he's gotta be a good test subject. His parents were scientists, he can understand the need to keep an eye on an abnormality, an outlier like himself. At least they're paying for him to go to college, his parents and all their wackiness have excluded them from most collaborators so they don't make much, so hey he gets to move out, go to college, study something cool (astronomy of course), not many ppl get a full ride with stipends, he should be grateful. He can put up with the medical monitors in his room, the cameras, the tracking devices on him, the staff that come in and take measurements periodically. It's all willing right, theyre not forcing him, so really it's not that bad.

Tim though. Tim is pissed. Hes finally met a guy who actually likes him for him, they enjoy spending time together, and geez he's practically a genius. Tim is swooning. And then that curveball comes around. Said so casually, as a passing remark, and Danny looked like he had immediately regretted saying it, looking around the room nervously before focusing back on Tim. Tim, who's eyes were not laser focused on the boy in front of him, was mentally dong summersaults trying to piece together what he knew of Danny. Not much, typical kid who moved to college to get away from home, on scholarship, small town to big city change.... Yeah he would be doing some research tonight. As soon as he left home in fact. He told Danny to text him later because he's a bit concerned without nonchalantly this cute guy completely disregarded his own autonomy.... And he wants to know which part of the American government had decided that was ok to do to someone.

Yeah. Research night. He wasn't getting any sleep.

Extra bonus points if Tim up until that point didn't know Danny was a meta. Now is wondering, maybe alien? He knows some aliens (Starfire, Superman) he can probably find something right?

Except his searches for alien reports of pull up nothing.

He goes to the meta theory. Nothing.

Finally he goes deeper into Danny's backstory and finds info on Amity Park.

The town is seriously haunted by ghosts? What type of Midwestern bit of superstitious shit is this?

And then he reads the news. Finds pictures. Finds reports.

He starts to connect the dots

...

Maybe further, Tim eventually figures out Danny must be either a ghost or something related, he's not sure. He found out Danny was forcibly separated from his two friends in high school to be studied. When he finally.get all his info together he decides to go confront Danny about it, only to find him not answering texts and the apartment is empty. Completely cleared out. (Maybe the GIW thought Danny's remark at the cafe/study date/platonic friend? Got too close to a real relationship, too close to share too much) and pulled him out.

Oh well. that's what Danny gets for getting too comfortable.

"Date? Me?'

Tim nods, milkshake in hand, sitting outside of McDonald's with his study buddy, Danny.

The other teen looked flabbergasted with a firm blush building up.

Tim found him utterly adorable.

"I can't date anyone? I'm property of.the goverment."

Tim Drake-Wayne, aka Red Robin, has various questions to that statement.