#Danny is one hell of a flirt

[eyesthecolorofarson]

Best Man

Dick didn’t know what to expect when he arrived at the Manor, but it certainly wasn’t a flustered, obviously swooning Damian.

He’d came to check on him after another one of his balls with other royal families. This one being the first to be held in a place called the Infinite Realms with family’s from other dimensions and universes.

It was stressful for everyone, letting the packs youngest omega leave and go to other countries–and now other dimensions–to mingle and chat up princes and princesses like himself.

Unfortunately he would be the only one besides Alfred to talk with Damian when he first gets back. Tim and Bruce were stuck head first into a bombing, Jason was tracking down the guy who killed three of his workers, and the girls were away for a well-deserved vacation.

That left him to walk in and immediately be hit with the scent of maple syrup, sweet and earthy in a way Damian’s scent had never been before. Damian made a beeline for him from where he was sitting, obviously waiting. “Richard!” Damian smiled, “We must speak! At once!”

He let himself be pulled to Damian’s room, his mind turning. What could have happened to make Damian Al Ghul-Wayne smile, let alone flustered? Why was he so happy, because he was obviously, very openly, happy?

Damian pulled him into his room, locked the door, then pushed him onto the bed and began pacing. “I will first explain to you the way I, and by proxy every other heir in attendance of this ball, communicate.” Dick let him speak, knowing he wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted.

“First and foremost, every little thing matters. From the way you position your hands to the tilt of you head, where you look, and even the position of your feet, every little thing means a completely different thing. This means that there are over a million–billion, really–things that you can say and express without a word.”

Damian looked to him for confirmation that he understood, then continued. “Not only that, but in the ballroom setting the order of which you introduce oneself to those in attendance is equally, if not more, important. As one could expect you go from those you deem most important to least. The shape of which you do these introductions also showcases this, moving past one party to another of higher standing.”

Here he paused, flushed again, and began fanning himself. “So, as you can imagine, a straight line means that you are the most important person in the room to this man.” “‘This man’?” He asked, some prices falling into place.

“Yes!” Damian said, turning towards him with a love struck, dazed expression, cupping his face and swooning. “Oh Richard, I met an alpha! The most wonderful, handsome, benevolent alpha in the world!” Dick couldn’t help himself; he squealed and hugged Damian, squeezing tight before setting him down next to him. “That’s amazing, Dami! Tell me everything—start from the beginning.” His little brother found someone! Someone who made him this happy—It was a miracle! Damian seemed very pleased with his reaction and grabbed his pillow as he began again.

“As I said, a straight line means you are the most important person. But what you do while you cross the room matters as well. Where you look, where you stop, how quickly you go, understand?” At his nod Damian flushed again, squeezing the pillow. “So, a straight line, with no stops, never looking away, and coming to me from the other side of the ballroom in less than a minute?”

“That means your very important to him.” Dick couldn’t help his high tone, Damian’s happiness seemed to be affecting him. Not like he minded; this was the first time one of his sibling came to him practically bursting with excitement about a potential relationship. This was a moment he would cherish forever.

“Yes!” Damian said, his tone matching Dicks own. “But that’s not all! The first meeting is also incredibly important, for so many reasons I don’t have time to name them all. But the first handshake can say a million things just like everything else. And since he was the first person I talked to–and in accordance to his standing-I gave a half bow to show I respected him but that I was also of high standing as an Al Ghul, dipped my head since he is a king and I am a prince and held out my hand waist high as an invitation.”

“And what he did in return?” Damian’s voice dipped into an excited whisper as he clutched the pillow and leaned in. “He did a full bow, bent his right knee and put his right foot behind his left with the heel raised, his left arm behind his back, took my hand with his right and kissed it long and deeply, all while maintaining eye contact!”

Damian pushed his face into the pillow for a second, then looked up. “And the meaning of that? The kiss? The eye contact?” Dick leaned forward, “What dose it mean?” Damian flushed again, his scent growing sweeter. “All of that combined means ‘there are no words in the languages we speak to describe your beauty’.” “Oh. My. God!”

“I know!” Damian voice was muffled as he screamed into his pillow. “And that was only the introduction, Richard! The introduction! Oh, and everything after was a dream.” He raised his head and grinned—a real, genuine smile. It warmed Dicks heart to see his usually stoic brother so happy.

“All while we were talking he wanted to know me. Not the Al Ghul heir, not the son of the bat, me! He asked about my interests, my favorite things—Richard, he called me Damian! You almost always refer to a heir by their last name because that’s what’s important to you. But he called me only Damian! I was important to him!”

Dick couldn’t help but laugh as he asked, “You called him by his name, right? Oh! His name! What’s his name? And you said he was a king, what’s he the king of?” Damian blushed–blushed!–and nodded. “Yes, it was only appropriate. His name is Daniel Phantom, King of the Infinite Realms, the afterlife dimension. Simply put, every afterlife that exists is located in this dimension.”

“Oooo, do you think there’s a queen? If the seats open~” Damian blushed at the implication, pushing his face into his pillow again and taking slow breaths. He was a little concerned about the whole ‘king of the afterlife’ thing–and wait, wasn’t the ball held in the Infinite Realms? Does that mean Damian was in the afterlife?–but if the Percy Jackson books have taught him anything it’s that the specifics matter. King of the afterlife is different from king of the dead or death itself.

“No, there is no queen. Daniel was only recently crowned after defeating Pariah Dark, the previous king and tyrant. Oh, I almost forgot to mention! You remember how the JLD marked Amity Park, Illinois an area of concern and in less that 72 hours lifted the warning without doing anything?” “Yeah, drove B crazy cus’ they wouldn’t say why or how or what happened.” “It was Daniel and Pariah Dark fighting for the throne!”

“What? Back up a bit,” Dick asked, confused. “What do you mean ‘it was him’?” Damian’s eyes shined as he explained. “Apparently, the entirety of Amity Park–Daniels home town–was dragged into the Infinite Realms due to Pariah Dark waking up and attacking! Daniel had to fight Pariah Dark to stop him from continuing his assault of this earth and the surrounding dimensions and universes, which is why he was trapped in the forever sleep.”

Damian swooned again, hugging his pillow as he sighed, “He saved not only earth but the surrounding multiverse, and confined in me that he didn’t even know he would become king! He said that the only thing that mattered to him was keeping everybody safe! Isn’t it heroic?” Dick expressed his agreement, making a mental note to tell all this to Bruce. He’d want to know about a kid Damian’s age who’s saved the multiverse seemingly all by himself.

Which reminded him, “How old is he?” Didn’t want another Midnighter situation. Damian’s advances on his first crush were hell to handle. “He’s one year my elder, and oh Grayson I was not exaggerating when I said he is gorgeous. He—well, hm.”

Damian paused and then pulled out his phone. “Please allow me a moment to acquire the correct knowledge of the colors blue, white, green and black so I can accurately portray to you just how otherworldly beautiful Daniel is.” Dick let him pursue the internet for a while, mentally filling out the start of a report form for Bruce. He returned his attention to Damian when he was ready.

“Now fully educated I can describe him in the detail he deserves. His skin is colored light blue grey and his face, possibly his whole body, is covered in freckles that take the shape of constellations colored passport blue. His hair is a dancing flame pulled back into a ponytail colored Mint cream, a greenish shade of white. His eyes are Lazarus colored, as is his tongue and blood. His teeth are sharp canines, piercing skin easily.”

A little worried how he knew that, but Dick would ask later. “His crown, the Crown of Fire, is a halo of Vantablack ice. The other piece showcasing his status is the Ring of Rage, colored same shade of black with a gemstone colored Carmine red.”

Damian sighed dreamily. “He was dressed elegantly, a Lazarus green suit vest over a vantablack button up and tie. His cape was clasped around his shoulders with a gold chain, pure white on the outside but a galaxy on the inside. It moved, Richard. He told me it changed galaxies and that at the moment it was showing the galaxy of dimension 62V-K.”

“Richard,” Damian said softly, his face flushed and eyes shining. “When he took my hand….I shivered. At first I thought nothing of it, but the longer I stood by his side it became harder and harder to deny it. His scent was….attractive. Like hickory and rain, maple and lightning. He smelled like a rolling thunderstorm, a summer morning.”

“I wanted to be closer, to drown in his scent. But it wasn’t just me.” Dick was certain he was about to die. It wasn’t just him? Oh no. “Were there others?” Dick asked worryingly. Damian blushed more, shaking his head then pushing his face into his pillow. When he raised his head he looked dazed. “It wasn’t just me, Richard. He...My scent…we were in the garden when he brought it up.”

“He’d wanted to show me the animals in the sanctuary, star seals and pomerantulas. We were sitting under a wysteria tree watching them roam. We were….I guess you would call it ‘cuddling’. Just…leaning against and holding each other. His arm was wrapped around my waist while his other held my hand.”

Damian blushed again and pushed his face back into the pillow as Dick ‘aww’ed. He raised his head once more and continued. “He turned to me and told me he couldn’t contain his desire any longer. When I asked what he meant…..” Damian took deep breath.

“He asked to smell my scent gland.” Dick blue screened for a moment. “He WHAT!?” He leaned forward, thinking he had misheard. Asking to smell a scent gland was more than a big deal. It was practically a mini proposal! “Did–what did you say?” Damian smiled again. “I said yes. He pulled my hand and put his lips to my wrist gland. He inhaled deeply and shivered. Richard, he growled.”

“He kissed my gland and told me it was taking all his strength and willpower not to mark me as his mate right that second. I…I didn’t know how to respond, and without thinking I told him he could scent me if I could scent him.” Dick gaped at him. Damian was very particular about physical contact, even more so about scenting. For him to ask an alpha to scent him, to ask if he could scent him—Damian was more than interested.

“He immediately agreed, and then….” Damian paused and Dick thought his head was going to explode from how red it was. “Theeeen??” Dick inquired. “Oh Richard, he pulled me onto his lap and against his chest.” Damian fell back into the bed, still clutching his pillow. “He began scenting and kissing my neck, telling me he wanted me in ways he didn’t know how to describe.”

Damian sighed dreamily. “He told me he wanted to court me, to make me feel like the most special and important person in the multiverse because that’s was I was to him. That he wanted to spread every waking and resting moment with me. Richard, he asked my opinion on children.”

“Oh and scenting him was heaven,” Damian swooned again, “to claim him as my alpha, even in the smallest ways, made my head spin. Richard….I began kissing his neck.” Dicks jaw was so open it was practically in the batcave. “You kissed him?? His scent gland?? Did he like it? What did you say to him???”

Damian nodded, eyes blown wide with a smile on his face. “I told him I accept his advances and that I wanted to mate as soon as possible. I told him I’d never wanted anyone–anything–more than I wanted to be his omega. That I wanted him to be my alpha. And then…. Oh it was so foolish and irresponsible of me to do, but I couldn’t wait any longer.” Damian put a hand over his heart.

“I kissed him.” Dick gasped. “Wh–did he kiss back?” “Yes!” Damian said, sitting up. “He kissed me back! It was so….soft at first, but then—oh it’s embarrassing to say.” Dick clasped his hands together. “ please please pleaseeeeee tell meeeee. You can’t leave me on a cliffhanger!” Damian laughed a little, laughing louder when Dick pulled him into a hug, still pleading.

“Ok, ok, I will tell you!” He giggled, allowing Dick to keep hugging him, which said a lot about how happy he was. “We–well, I don’t really know how, but one moment we were sitting up and the next he had me pinned to the ground.” Dick choked. Damian only laughed again. “Yes, I was surprised as well. He—we were…” Damian cleared his throat.

“….I believe it’s called ‘French kissing.’” Damian his his face in his hands at Dicks scandalized gasp. “It…was so warm. He tasted wonderful, and I wanted it to continue forever. I….I’ve never been more impulsive than I was in that moment. I put my hands in his hair–and I’m surprised it didn’t burn me–but anyways, I pulled him closer to me. But it wasn’t enough.”

Damian laughed a little, peeking through his fingers. “I…ha…I flipped us. So I was–dear lord Richard, I was sitting on his lap! I was straddling him!” Dick gasped again. “My baby brother, straddling someone? Oh pinch me, I think I’m dreaming!” He teased, smiling as Damian pinched him. “It certainly felt like a dream.” Damian sighed.

“Did he like it?” Damian hid his face again. “Yes, very much. I could smell and….feel him, if you understand.” Oh my god. Dick ‘ooo’ed and Damian laughed airily. “He obviously liked it, but did you?” Dick laughed as Damian squeaked, gasping again at his small nod. “Ooohhhh my little brother is growing uuupp,” he cried, hugging him again. “He has a boyfriend, he’s being courted, pretty soon you’ll be mated; it’s too much! Just yesterday you were eight!”

Damian didn’t try to push him away, leaning into him instead. “You are ok with this?” He asked hopefully, “You will allow him to court me?” Dick pulled back so he could look at Damian fully. “Damian, I’ve never seen you more happy than you are now. If this alpha can make you smile and laugh like this just after the first meeting, he has more than my blessing. He should be more worried about what I’ll do to him if he doesn’t court you.”

Damian laughed happily, hugging him. “I am very glad. I was worried you’d be against it, for I know Father will be.” He had a good point. Bruce went over-protectively ballistic when he found out Roy and Kori were courting Jason. When he finds out Daniel is the fucking King of the afterlife? It’ll take every super to hold him back from going to the Infinite Realms and interrogating it’s king.

“After a few minutes of, um….kissing, he pulled back rather quickly, so quickly in fact that I believed I’d done something wrong. Thankfully that was not the case.” Damian said, continuing after a moment. “I’d asked him and he quickly told me that I’d done nothing wrong, and that—that I was perfect. He said that he was having trouble controlling himself, and that if we continued…”

“Oh my god.” Dick whispered. “Damian, show me your neck right now.” Damian gasped and almost shrieked a scandalized ‘RICHARD!’ as Dick pulled at his shirt. Thankfully, there were no marks, some light bruises, but that was normal with kissing. He allowed Damian to smack his arm after. “How irresponsible do you believe me to be?! I tell you I do something without thinking once and suddenly you treat me like a harlot!?” Dick laughed as he apologized, conceding that it had been a little rude. Damian took a moment to collect himself before continuing.

“It is embarrassing to say, but while we were, ahem….busy, his sister appeared to inform us the ball would soon be over and Daniel had to give his closing speech as the host.” Dick laughed at Damian’s expression. He knew the mortifying feeling of a sibling walking in while you were making out with someone, and was glad Damian got to experience it.

“Her name is Jasmine, and I do hope you do not meet. I know your history with tall redheads.” He laughed again at Damians expression. “But more importantly, after Daniels speech he gave me a courting gift.” Dick gasped and watched as Damian quickly went to his dresser and dug under everything to bring out a small black box.

Damian came back and sat down next to him, opening it to reveal a ring. It was a green gemstone with a black band. The band was carved into a blooming flower with the gem in the center with leafs coming out the sides slightly. The gemstone wasn’t one of this world, or dimension most likely. The color changed shades of green depending on the light, the cut changing with it. To the left it was zigzags, to the rights it was a jagged bismuth, and when Damian pulled it back Dick saw it change to liquid.

Damian pulled it out and put it on his left ring finger, and Dick watched as it changed shape to fit his finger. Damian sighed dreamily as he turned his hand this way and that, tracing the gem with his other thumb. “He told me this was his mothers wedding ring, and that she had given her engagement ring to his sister and her wedding ring to him. Apparently his father created this jewel for his mother and carved the band, and he said he’d do the same for my wedding band.”

“Man, Daniel knows how to make a move!” Dick whistled as he took Damian’s hand to see the ring better. “I’ve seen some amazing courting gifts in my day, but his mothers wedding ring as the first gift? You said his dad made this gem for his mom? Does that mean he’s going to make the same gem for you?” Damian blushed as Dick admired the ring.

“I believe so, since according to Daniel this gem is currently the only one in existence, making my wedding ring the second.” Damian stopped for a second, making Dick pause too. Damian was still and silent for about thirty seconds before he exclaimed “My god, it’s a tradition!” Dick blinked. “..what?” “It’s a family tradition! It’s something his father did, he’ll do, and our children will do as well! It’s generational!”

Damian was fanning himself and blushing again, and Dick couldn’t help but laugh. Of course thats what does it. A tradition. And probably also the fact that Daniel was already talking about their wedding. Damian was also going on and on about the wedding, who would be there and what type of flowers and what he would wear.

“Father and Mother will walk me down the aisle, of course, and Jon will be groomsman as well as Colin, Jason, Tim, and Duke.” Dick raised an eyebrow. “What about me?” Damian smiled at him. “You’ll be my best man, of course.”

[starry-bi-sky]

SURPRISE! I am still not done thinking about this.

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Danny has a problem.

No, actually he has two problems.

Three problems?

Four. All of them are related, and all of them are loosely connected to one another. Half of them are long-term, somewhat passive problems. Passive in the sense that he is not actively being bothered by it right this moment.

The other half are twins and are currently giving him active, in-the-moment 'oh shit' problems.

He ducks under Red Robin's bō, one hand secured tightly onto his backpack full of stolen tech -- tech being a loose term, he thinks. -- and, keeping half-a-mind on the weight imbalance, loosens a kick to birdie's face.

"You missed." He comments, his brain-to-mouth filter failing him as it normally does in fights, and watches as Red Robin manages to get out of the way in time before his heel can meet his jaw. Danny uses that pause and brief change in distance to righten his footing, and widen that distance between them both.

Well, as much as he can with the two of them on a rooftop. He needs to get off of here before reinforcements show up.

Red Robin twirls his staff, the action unsurprisingly graceful and just as threatening, and Danny politely ignores the thrill it rushes down his spine. "You too."

It's not often that Danny steals tech in Gotham, but he's pretty sure that in the handful of times he's been here, he's managed to firmly situate himself as a member of Red Robin's Rogues Gallery. Which; great, fantastic. It's not his fault that red-winged blackbird over there was always the one to catch up with him first.

How the hell did this happen when he doesn't frequent Gotham for his heists half as much as the other cities?

If it wasn't already obvious: Danny's current, active two problems are Red Robin. The first being that he was being pursued by him, the second, however?

Danny's pretty sure he's developing some kind of crush.

Red lunges at him, and on the downswing of his staff, Danny makes his backpack weightless and all but pirouettes out of the way. Reaching out to yank on Red Robin's cape hard enough that he loses his balance.

He usually has a strategy for these fights to avoid gathering more attention than he already has, and revealing the full extent of his powers!

That strategy is: Avoid getting socked, toss them around a little if need be, and then get the hell out of dodge the moment he can!

The uneducated may call it cowardly. Danny calls it a proportional response. Nobody kills a spider with a flamethrower.

As for that crush -- don't ask him how it happened. He doesn't know-- okay that's a lie. It's a complete and utter lie and Danny knows it. He knows why.

He'd like to say that it's because of his ghost half -- instincts, habits, new behavioral changes that result in his very physiology being altered. But that would ALSO be a lie. Danny just has weird fucking taste and he knows it.

There was a running theme, and he can deny it no longer!

He has a type for obsessive little freaks intent on ruining his day.

Valerie Gray: local ghost hunter who he (accidentally) ruined the life of, and who in turn swore vengeance against him and all ghosts. Obsessed with routinely kicking his ass whatever chance she gets.

Wes Weston (a crush he will take to his fucking GRAVE): Discovered his secret identity on accident, vowed to reveal it to the rest of school. Now obsessively stalks him any chance he gets. Danny has routinely stolen his camera to otherwise delete, destroy, or steal the photos he has on it.

(Danny's crush on Wes Weston completely blindsided him, and lasted him all the way up to the moment Danny was unceremoniously dumped into another dimension. Sam already gives him enough shit for dating Valerie, he can't imagine what she'd do if she found out he was crushing on the boy intent on revealing his secret identity.)

(His only excuse is that Wes' cringefail attitude, sheer dedication, and stalkerish tendencies charmed him. He never said it was a good excuse.)

And now Red Robin.

But there was another running theme, for Danny specifically, when it came to his crushes. Now a safe distance away again, Danny's mouth tilts into a cocky smile and his heart thuds loud in his ears. "You're off your A-game tonight, Red. Something got your feathers all clipped?"

That is: mercilessly teasing his crush. Danny genuinely can't explain it, but riling up the object of his affections created a thrill like no other. Something about seeing their faces turn cherry red and their pupils dilate. It's like a lion watching a limping gazelle across the savannah, the smell of blood urging it to pursue.

Birdie did not blush easy, but by the gods, Danny had fun trying.

Red Robin huffs, shooting back at him a sarcastic smile while he readjusts the grip on his bō. They circle around each other; "Just missed you, Luci. Heard you hit up one of Luthor's warehouses last month, I'm hurt, we've got perfectly good tech here."

Luci. Short for Illusa, which in turn is, apparently, a term for 'illusion'. Danny did not pick out the name, it -- like all his interactions with the media -- was assigned to him. He has to hand it to the guy who coined the name though; it's leagues above something like Inviso-Bill and Ghost Boy.

He huffs a low laugh, ignoring the flippity-flop of his heart as a croon rises in the back of his throat. "Don't be too mad at me, cat-food. Lexie had something I wanted." He adjusts his backpack so it fit more comfortably on his shoulders. Bits and bobbles he needed to build his portal gun. Wires, scrap metal, gadgets and gizmos he could take apart for their parts. Thats what he needs.

"And that is?" In the dim lighting, Danny watches the edges of Red Robin's mask raise like an eyebrow.

His smile turns sharp, baring. His mouth moves before his brain does; "Come over here for a kiss, pretty bird, and I might just tell you."

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

Memes For The Vibes:

[apatheticsunday]

Dead Tired College AU

AKA "Danny Fenton and Tim Drake go to college at Gotham-U together" headcanon!!

Maybe Danny moved to Gotham to avoid his parents finding out about Phantom and Tim is a part-time college student trying to get his business degree so people stop accusing Bruce Wayne of nepotism after Tim inherited WE. (It absolutely still is, but at least this way Tim is at least somewhat more qualified on paper.)

Anyways, they both took Anthropology as their humanities/pre-requisite elective and they're discussing death rituals, afterlife, etc. Now imagine Danny, officially Half-Dead, and Tim, who's brothers (Jason and Damian) literally died, getting into a heated discussion about spirits.

I also find the idea of them arguing via fucking Canvas (or whatever discussion forum/platform Gotham-U uses) so, so funny.

Imagine it's like 3am;

Danny, insomniac, been awake for 42 hours and popping melatonin gummies like gummy bears, furiously typing: i'm literally THE KING of infinite realms?? i know what i'm talking about, i fucking died

Tim, also been awake for 42 hours, chugging an energy drink, sending a response in 0.2 seconds: Half of Gotham has died at some point. You're not special, dumbass.

Give me "group of scientists losing their minds and climbing over the table to assault one another during scientific conference" vibes!!

And then they get paired up to do a group presentation (and Brad, who they ignore because they're both Experts, so this poor frat dude just slowly sinks into his chair between two sleep-deprived maniacs screaming at each other in the library). But Tim notices something weird about Danny, aside from his insane views on afterlife. Danny... glows? And sometimes doesn't really touch the floor when he walks. They're going to get coffee (so they can keep arguing debating, obviously, not because they enjoy each other's company or anything), and Tim watches as Danny just kind of... floats. Like, he's still walking but he's not really touching the ground.

Danny's hands are also super cold. Tim knows this because he grabbed Danny's hands once or twice (or more) to do... something, idk. But since his hands were so cold, Tim figured he should probably keep holding them; y'know, to warm them up.

And when Tim leans in to ask a question or insult him, Danny's breath comes out almost like a mist. Visibly white, like exhaling a hot breath in winter. Which... what. Holy shit, is his presentation partner actually sort of dead??

Danny, on the other hand, has no idea that Tim doesn't know. He literally said he died? And Tim took it so well, snarked back that he's not special - it was so nice to just feel normal. So he lets his guard down a bit. Maybe isn't as tangible, maybe is a bit more floaty, lets his body temperature drop enough to be comfortable. Doesn't put a whole lot of effort into making himself look so alive (because it's really tiring to pretend to be something you're not) when it's just him and Tim because Tim already knows, right?

They could be friends or they could be more! Whatever floats your boat.

But I could totally see Danny squinting at Tim holding his hand, remembering how Tim bought his favorite coffee, saved him a spot a the library, constantly texted him (because, c'mon, Tim is a bit obsessive and you don't think he'd be texting his new "friend ;)" every minute he has the chance?), and always leaned in super close to "ask a question"...and be like, are we flirting?? Oh, Hells, am I into him??

For plot reasons, Danny could be like, "I can't tell Tim I like him! What if I ruin our friendship? It'll be my secret."

And then, one day, Tim is like, "Hey, I know you're keeping something from me. I think I know what it is." And Danny's like ohshitohfuck. This cumulates into them saying, at the same time, I know you're a ghost and I have a crush on you.

Tim and Danny: *shocked Pikachu face*

Then, Danny's like, "I can't believe I have a crush on a fucking idiot."

[nightingale-prompts]

Worship Me- DCxDP prompt

Yes, it's slightly horny. Sue me!

Was there anyone in this family that didn't attract crazy? Tim would like to say that it was some more than others but the track record is horrendous for each of them.

Don't ask him how he got here. It was a blur. Mission. Altar. Cursed Mirror.

But all that doesn't matter anymore because currently in what could only be described as an obsidian palace.

The palace floats in the void like a jagged crown. Its structure defies logic—spires twist and spiral in impossible geometries, as though grown rather than built. Every surface is carved from seamless black obsidian that drinks in the light of distant stars, causing the palace to shimmer with eerie inner reflections, like shadows trapped beneath glass.

The entrance is a colossal gate shaped like an open eye, rimmed with glowing runes that pulse with alien intent. Inside, the vast halls echo with silence too deep to be natural. The floors gleam with a mirror-sheen, reflecting not just one's image, but fragments of memories, glimpses of alternate selves, or ghostly figures passing just out of reach.

Chambers are suspended in open vacuum, tethered by bridges of crystalline light or magnetic arcs. Gravity bends strangely; a single step can carry you across entire rooms or into hidden dimensions nested within the architecture.

Tim had memorized every detail of this place in the days since he arrived. Most of the time he was allowed to go about his day staying and learning about this place. He wasn't imprisoned, he had to wait for the portal to open again in a few weeks. But Tim had caught the interest of the ruler of the palace.

Now Tim sat on the edge of the floating bed. It's heaped with a sea of plush pillows in shades of midnight blue, silver, and deep violet, each embroidered with celestial patterns.

How he got to this point—he may have...had a few conversations with who he assumed was the prince. The person who he thought was the king was actually his guardian. Tim just...flirted a little to get a bit of information on this place. Danny—the prince—had been more than receptive.

It might have gone too far but here we are.

Now he was in the bedroom of who he still assumed was the crown prince with said prince currently on his lap with his lips on Tim's neck. Tim is unable to move because he believes that if they get caught Tim might end up beheaded for putting his Richard where it does not belong. Hell, they probably already know with the all-seeing eyes everywhere and the fact that the beings in this dimension phase through walls so using the door was just a polite formality.

"Stop thinking. I can practically hear your thoughts." Danny growled nipping at Tim's neck between kisses.

"Then you can te—ll, haa. Fuck! Your hand. Too fast." Tim gasped.

Danny pulled away as he grabbed Tim by the chin and made him look into his eyes. Those hypnotizing green eyes.

"Do you want this?" Danny asked his eyes narrowed.

"...Yes," Tim couldn't lie.

"What do you want?" Danny smiled his sharp elongated incisors showing.

Tim remained silent his hand pressed against the small of the princes back.

"Good, you don't have to say a word. Focus on me. Think of me. Nothing else." His hand wrapped around Tim's throat. "Worship me as your new god."

Prince—king—these words where actually meaningless titles for Danny. He was not these petty and lowly things. He was a god and he craved worship. Even if it came in the form of a single human devoted to him. How incredibly lucky that a suitable human came here. Clockwork says it was best to let the human go back to his dimension and hopefully share his experience so that others will worship Danny. He had no interest in letting his new priest go so easily, not without a parting gift.

"I wonder how it must feel to bed your new master."

[naga16]

Prompt 4: Blocked

Just an idea.

Sam, Tucker, Wes, Valerie all have internship in Gotham with Danny. Jazz is with them too, teaching them what to do and what not to do in Gotham.

All is well and Good but of course it went south.

They are friends irl and in all of their accounts too and so Danny witnessed them all fall in love and thirst after vigilantes.

Jazz, started posting stories about Nightwing and his bubble butt, how it would surely jingle like those over exaggerated ones in that specific game.

Tucker is flirting with his boss, Tim. And posting AITAH about how he feels conflicted flirting with his boss while also liking Red Robin in his Reddit.

Sam is posting how much he like Black Bat and making her her feminist icon. She then makes her her whole personality and it's so sickening.

Valerie won't stop playing damsel in distress whenever she's near Signal and then, on her TO3, she'll write fanfiction about her oc, the "Best partner ever in the whole wide world" of said vigilante.

Wes, he's writing p0rn. A detailed one. About the other Nightwing (Danny doesn't just who the hell the guy is, Wes just keeps on saying that "He's so kind and warm and blah blah blab)

This led to Danny blocking all of them but sadly, they all lived in the same roof and so he was subjected to torture by horny bunnies.

So one day, Danny just goes,

Danny: You're Blocked (Sam), Block (Tucker), Block (Jazz) and Block (Valerie)

Them: (visible confusion)

Them: Danny, this is a block of cheese...

Danny: BLOCKED

Wes: AHHHHHHHHH

And Danny chased Wes with a whole block of concrete......

[f1amour]

✧˚ · . 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

word count: 1.4k

summary: having a crush on a guy ten years older than you was already unconventional but him being your brothers best friend was the cherry on top

authors note: based of this request! please be gentle this is my first official written work on here so not everything may be accurate or perfect. feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

warnings: age gap (reader is 25, daniel is 35) brothers best friend, smut, unprotected sex, public sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, some dirty talk, oh and angst <3 — 18+ only minors please do not interact!

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You were twenty years old when you first started working for Mclaren as their social media manager. It was something you thought would never happen; neither was crushing on one of the drivers.

It was funny how you had met him first but he was now your brothers best friend and completely off limits.

That still didn't stop you from constantly flirting with him (which he would just laugh at) and after five years your crush has not gone away despite the relationships you have seen Daniel been in hoping one day that would be you at least to feel his lips on yours one time.

That would be a miracle to ever happen.

Now you were currently leaning against a balcony with Daniel pressed up against you kissing all over your neck while your fingers run through his hair, "Someone might walk out here, Danny." You manage to say as he spreads your legs placing you on his thigh.

"You want me to stop?" He asks genuinely pulling away, you guys may have ended up in this position after a few too many drinks but he was still aware of what was going on and didn't want to make you uncomfortable in any way.

I've been dreaming of this moment for years. Of course I don't want you to stop.

"No…don't want to stop." You whisper to him and his eyes look down at your lips, a look in his eyes that makes you think the feelings could be mutual. The next words to come out of his mouth were unexpected.

You thought it would always be you saying them first seeing as you dreamt of this moment a few times.

His forehead leans against yours. You could feel his breath on your skin, "I want to kiss you." He whispers close against your lips, his hands squeeze your hips.

You can't take your eyes off his lips when he asks that question so with a shaky breath you nod expecting the kiss to be fast but his hand caresses your cheek, his eyes falling on every little detail on your face: as if he wanted to memorize this exact moment.

His lips finally meet yours and you almost let out an embarrassing whimper after five years of finally feeling his lips on yours. Your arms snake around his neck while he presses your hips down onto his thigh causing you to let out a moan in which he groans wanting to hear more of you. And he would.

For a while the balcony is filled with sounds of your kisses and moans while you grind against his thigh and when you pull away you could swear there's a moment of sadness in his eyes, "Take me…right here. I need you Daniel." Your hands grab his jacket and drop it to the floor, "Do you want me?" You say softly pulling on his belt buckle.

I've wanted you for so long. Since the day we met.

"Yes…fuck yeah I do." He groans when your lips find his neck and trail kisses down to his chest that had the first few buttons undone. He had to take control. He was putty in your hands but he wanted to taste you already.

Every single part of you.

He switches you back around so you are now leaning against the balcony again and he gets on his knees the sight alone has you wet and squeezing your legs only for him to separate them and lift your dress up, "Fucking hell, baby." He groans seeing that you have no underwear on.

Your hands grasped his hair, not caring if you were messing up the locks, “Daniel.” You moaned as he ran two fingers down your core, collecting your arousal.

He placed a light kiss on your thigh before slowly running his tongue through your folds giving you what you've been wanting. His tongue laps at your juices, circling around your clit as he sucks on it gently.

You were done for. You would never get tired of his lips and tongue exploring you and you hoped this would not just be a one time thing.

Your hands push on his head forcing him closer to you if that was even possible “Fuck.” You groan as he inserts two fingers, pumping them slowly as he curls them inside you. Daniel would be the death of you the way his mouth and fingers were working on you. You need him inside you.

His mouth and fingers were working in sync, already bringing you to your orgasm; and you knew that you weren’t going to last long. “Shit, that feel so good.” You praised as his fingers sped up.

“Oh God, Daniel” You whimper, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as your pussy clenches around his fingers. “Shit, Danny…I'm gonna cum.” You moan loudly as he increases his pace, sucking on your clit as if his life depended on it. He can't get enough of how you taste or how sexy you sound moaning his name coming out of your mouth.

It doesn’t take long until you are a whimpering mess underneath his touch coming on his face. Your chest heaving as Daniel gently removed his fingers, sucking on them making sure to taste every last bit of you before coming up to kiss you, tasting yourself on him.

"Fucking christ." Daniel lets out a throaty chuckle as your hand rubs against his clothed cock that was clearly in need of some attention, “Danny please,” you whimper as you tug on his belt.

“Please? What do you need, baby?” He teases as you undo his belt successfully. “Please fuck me.” You moan into his ear and all his senses fly off the balcony finally hearing those words come from you.

He lifts your dress back up as you pull his dress pants down enough for him and he quickly lifts you up taking you against the wall beside the door that was at the entrance of the balcony. His hips slam against yours, giving you no time to adjust to his size but the pain quickly turns into pleasure quickly.

His large hand covers your mouth, muffling your moans as he grunts. “This is what you've been wanting for five years?” He said in between breaths as your eyes rolled back into your head, head falling against the wall in pleasure.

“Been dreaming of having my tongue all over your sweet pussy? Dreaming of me fucking you? Kissing you? Making that dream come true for you now, sweetheart" His words go straight to your pussy that clenches around his thick cock.

He pulls you in for a sloppy kiss muffling both of your moans as you hear footsteps inside the hall but they quickly disappear and Daniel pulls away, "I wanna hear you when you cum, baby. So fuckin’ perfect for me." He says pushing you harder against the wall with your legs holding him close against you.

“Cum all over my cock, honey I know you want to.”

“Daniel—fuck, I’m gonna cum." His one hand supporting you and the other rubbing circles against your clit.

Your walls flutter against him as you come with a shudder, clenching around him tightly which has him groaning at the feeling, you bite down on his shoulder as his hips stutter against you before he comes inside of you.

Both of you stay that way in silence as you both try to catch your breaths before he slips out of you, he zips up his pants before helping you out with your dress adjusting it back to how it was.

Your heart was racing still trying to process what just happened but your mind had a million thoughts at the moment waiting in anticipation for what Daniel was gonna say or if you should speak up first.

This was your chance to tell him your feelings.

"Daniel, I–."

"This was good…letting out all that tension. Took us five years but it was worth it and now we can move on, right? No one's gotta know about this. It'll be our dirty little secret. Yeah?" The words just spit out of his mouth so casually as if they werent a complete stab to your chest.

You wanted to cry. You swore the smile he had on his face was fake. His eyes looked distant. You want to see past this and just confess your feelings.

But before you can the door opens to the balcony and you both straighten up, "There you guys are!" Your brother Luka walks out and looks between the both of you.

"Everything alright here?"

You can't say anything so Daniel speaks up, "Oh yeah! Me and sunshine over here were just taking in the view from this place. What'd we miss?" He asks and your brother pulls him back into the party giving you one last look, guilt ridden all over his face but you couldn't see that as tears filled your eyes. He left you there feeling like what he had said earlier.

A dirty little secret.

[chaoticwriting]

THE FATHER 2

Part 1

After the last incident, Danny totally expects the public to be afraid of him or even persecute him for killing the Joker. He did kill in front of a live stream after all. What he doesn't expect is the public giving their full support to him. Almost every single news media paints him in a good light, saying he is just protecting his children and bringing up all his previous charity.

However, there is one big problem Danny doesn't foresee. Danny doesn't even know about the problem because his children are the one that are suffering from it.

-Gotham Academy-

Emma: *Slamming her phone on the table* For the love of god, stop making thirst trap of my dad. He is too old for some of you (He is 20).

Becky: I know right. This is like the sixth thirst trap video that I see of dad.

Carl: I hate this so much. My crush just accepted my confession but on the condition I will introduce her to dad.

Larry: And you agree?

Carl: What? No! Of course not.

Emma: Ugghhh, this is the worst. Maybe we should ask Uncle Tucker to remove all of Dad's thirst trap online. I'm so done with this.

Larry: I don't know. This is the first time girls decide to talk to me voluntarily. I really am enjoying this attention.

Carl: You're happy now until one of the girls decides to confess to you and just as you thought because she likes you, it is because she has a crush on dad.

Larry: I know you just experienced it but you don't need to curse me like that.

Carl: Hmph.

Larry: Hey, has anyone seen Colin? I haven't seen him since last night.

Becky: *Whispersing* Don't you hear? Colin got shot after he went to patrol the night before yesterday. Dad grounds him cause he tries to sneak out injured last night.

Carl: Oof. Colin really doesn't learn does he? Dad has super sense. He literally can't sneak out.

Larry: Yeah. I don't even know why he wants to be a vigilante so much. I guess he is just kind of something. Couldn't be me to be honest.

Emma: Of course he is not like you. You are not even capable of waking up by yourself in the morning.

*Riiiinngggg*

Becky: Well that is our break then. Let's go to class.

Larry: Eh, it's not like Miss Brown gonna scold me if I am a little late anyway. She has been trying to get Dad's number from me for a while now.

Carl: Does dad even have a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Hell, a partner? I never saw him gone on a date once so far.

Emma: Chances are probably super low. Like to say he is dense is an understatement. A woman tried to flirt with him once but he just replied to all the flirting with the straightest face possible.

The rest: *Giggles*

-Gotham Libraries-

Contrary to what his kids have been believing in, he actually knows when someone is flirting with him. It's just that he takes note from the dense anime protagonist and uses it in daily life whenever he is not interested in a person flirting with him. Which is like daily.

But here is the problem. He can respond to a flirt very easily. He learns a lot of that from when he was dating Sam. But he never actually flirts with someone first. And he isn't sure just how to approach the problem.

Having decided that he has stayed long enough, Danny picks a random book from the space section and brings it to the checkout table.

Danny: Hey Barbara.

Barbara: Hey Danny. Borrowing another book?

Danny: Yeah. I just finished the previous one last night. It is a good book. Thanks for the recommendation.

Barbara: You're welcome. How's the kids doing? Still causing trouble for you?

Danny: It's the same shenanigans everyday. Going to lectures, doing paperwork, taking care of the kids. What about you?

Barbara: It's the same with me. Barely any people come to the library these days. Usually it's only either you or my friends.

Danny: Oh. Errmm, Barbara.

Barbara: Yes?

Danny: Would you be free this weekend?

Barbara: Are you asking me on a date?

Danny: Depends. If it is, what would you say?

Barbara: Hmmm, let me think.

Danny fidgets as Barbara taps her finger on the counter. Barbara loves to tease Danny since he is so cute when he is nervous.

Barbara: I think I am free this weekend. So I am available for a date.

Danny's face beams a smile as he hears that.

Danny: So is that a yes?

Barbara: What do you think, big guy?

Danny: Then I will come pick you up at your apartment then?

Barbara: Come pick me up at my dad's house. I will be ready at 5.

Danny: Okay. Have a good day.

Barbara: You too.

Danny then walks out of the library, skipping a little. He has been gathering courage to ask Barbara out on a date for a long time now. They first met when Danny first borrowed a book from a library. It's nothing crazy. Just interaction between two people. But after meeting up a few more times, Danny realizes that he might have a crush on her. After getting convinced by Tucker and Sam, Danny decided that today is the day he asks her out. And he succeeded.

Now, it is just to make sure that the date goes well.

-Clocktower-

Batman: That's it for tonight. Everyone returns back to the cave.

Black Bat/Spoiler/Red Robin: Roger.

Oracle: Hey, B. Can I have a day off this weekend?

Batman: Why?

Oracle: I have a date that night.

Spoiler: You are dating someone?

Oracle: It's not official yet. He only just asks me out on a date this morning.

Batman: Yes. Keep your comms up. In case a breakout happens your way.

Oracle: Okay.

Red Robin: Who are you going on a date with?

Oracle: Danny.

Spoiler: As in that Danny?

Oracle: Yes.

Spoiler: Oh wow! You work fast. How do you know him?

Oracle: He always comes to the library to borrow books. I met him long before he became famous so it is not so hard to talk with him.

Black Bat: Is he nice?

Oracle: He is very nice. It's very hard to even make him mad. The only time I remember him being in a slightly bad mood is at Christmas. He doesn't like it apparently. Wait, Hood is entering the line.

Red Hood: Oracle, you betray me!

Oracle: Tough luck loser. How do you know anyway?

Red Robin: I told him just now.

Red Hood: Yeah! You dare ask him out on a date first before me? I will remember this.

Oracle: He is the one that actually asks me out. We are going on an official date this weekend. I'll take a very nice picture of us together so that you can see from afar.

Red Hood: But your status still isn't official yet. I still have a chance.

Oracle: Over my dead body.

Red Hood: Oh, I will.

Spoiler: Errr, guys. What is happening?

Red Robin: They have a bet on who will get to date Danny first. Apparently Hood gets a massive crush on this guy after what happens in the livestream. Oracle gets the news and they quarrel a little bit. After that I propose a competition between the two.

Spoiler: But both of you don't know that Oracle is already close with Danny. Girl, that's dirty.

Oracle: All is fair in love and war.

Batman: What is his background?

Red Robin: As far as I can see, he is pretty clean. There is even what I suspect some vigilante works that he might have done because he is related to the disbandment of GIW that were supported by both his parents and his godfather. But after some digging into the old GIW files, there are traces of Danny and his friends helping the local ghost hero fighting either other ghosts or the agents themselves. There was also the unexplained money that he suddenly had early on in his career as CEO but so far, it doesn't seem like anything bad.

Robin: Hmmm.

Red Robin: What is it brat?

Robin: I feel like his face is very familiar.

Batman: Explain.

Robin: I need to confirm this with mother. But I am fairly certain that his ancestors have connections with the Al Ghul.

Red Robin: As in blood related?

Robin: No. But there is a book that mother finds about a man who has a very similar appearance to him. The book tells the tale of a kind immortal who spends his lives helping others while learning stuff from them.

Spoiler: A cult of assassins teach young children to be kind?

Robin: Shut it, Brown. I am not finished. The part of the story that interests me is the tale called The Beheader of Demon.

Spoiler: I take it back. That sounds like something a cult of assassins will teach young children.

Robin: The tale tells a story of the immortal meeting a demon who kills people just to find immortality. When the demon finds out that the immortal is well, immortal, he pursues the immortal, trying to kill him and forces the immortal to give away his immortality to him.

Red Robin: What happened next?

Robin: The Demon's head is severed and the Demon's subordinates run away bringing the Demon's body to the pool of revival.

Spoiler: So is this a true story?

Robin: Mother confirms it is a true story. I do not know whether he is a true immortal or not. However, I do know that his ancestors or maybe even him, is good enough to beat grandfather even if he has backup.

Red Hood: What about the other tales?

Robin: There is nothing of note. Some mention of the immortal's supernatural ability, like summoning the dead or the ability to move mountains and divert rivers.

Red Robin: That is not something to take note of?

Robin: No. Because in those stories, the only consistent thing about him is that he is kind. Never harm someone unless provoked.

Batman: Compile all the tales into a file. Red Robin, lists out all the possible powers of target.

Oracle: Oh wow. My date is now a target. How could this get better?

Red Hood: If he is really dangerous, I volunteer to stalk monitor them while they are on the date.

Oracle & Batman: No!

Red Hood: Tsk! Party pooper.

Batman: Red Robin and Spoiler, follow them. Priority is keeping Oracle safe.

Red Robin & Spoiler: *High five* Let's go.

Oracle: Ugghhh, you all better don't mess with my date. Or else I'll make sure you regret it.

Part 3

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Dani got herself into trouble. Again.

First it was the Italian mafia, then that human trafficking rink, but the last straw wasn’t the Meta human kidnappers, no, it was the assassin cult trying to convert her to assassiness.

She hates to say it, but the US was the safest place she could be at the moment.

The GIW are idiots, so the only person she would have to worry about was Vlad. And that meant she had to go somewhere when Blad would never dream of entering.

She distinctly remembers Vlad complaining about a man named ‘Wayne’ and a city named ‘Gotham’, calling it a ‘playground for psychopaths’.

So, Gotham it is.

The problem is no one in Gotham would hire a 12 year old with papers, a guardian, or even an identity. And there was no way she would go to Vlad for help.

One day she over hears a group of people talking about they new un and comping crime boss, Red Hood. About how he pays well and offers protection for kids. Hell, Dani didn’t even mind that he decapitated people as a hobby!

So she did what any desperate kid would do. She created a resume and walked into Red Hoods office, dropping it in the desk.

He hired her a messenger. Claimed phones were too unreliable and he witnessed first hand how she could sneak around.

She adopted the name cryptid and even wore a mask like Hoods to conceal her identity.

Jason is very confused at to why he suddenly wants to protect a random girl looking for a job. Something inside him is screaming to PROTECT PROTECT PROTECT

Shenanigans that follow

-Dani taking a nap on the couch in Jason’s office when Nightwing walked in hoping to try and make a truce. He leaves thinking that he has a niece.

-all of Hoods men thinking that Dani is his kid, which is why he hired her. This leads to a lot of Hoods enemies and Gotham’s rouges trying to kidnap her

-likewise, she gets mistaken as a Wayne kid

-Dani underestimated Vlad and he did have the balls to show up in Gotham and he showed up in Hoods office asking for her. Jason’s, seeing how scared Dani was, called in a few favors to make sure he wouldn’t come back

-the phantom trio graduates high school. Sam and Danny head to Coast City as a couple while Tucker goes to Gotham bc he got hired by WE the moment he received his diploma.

-Tucker runs into Dani the first night he in Gotham and is like ‘ok come live with me’ and Dani’s like ‘bet I’m not homeless anymore’

-Tucker finds out about Dani’s job and demands a meeting with Red Hood to discuss why he let a 12 yo work for him

-if you want Tucker x Jason, then during the entire meeting Hood kept flirting with him, unfortunately, a week later, Tucker became smitten with a man named Jason

-Jason and Tucker met at a bookstore. Jason was buying a book and Tucker was getting something for Dani’s education. They hit it off immediately.

-Hood ‘hires’ Tucker as a hacker for his gang, and Tucker accepts because then he could keep an eye on Dani

-Dani goes to GA and makes friends with Damian Wayne, who’s a bit older than her. Damian is now wanting a younger sister and decides that Dani would be perfect

[general-fandamonium]

Ellie doesn’t start aging until her existential age matches her physical one

34 year old Ghost King Danny

20 year old Ellie

Ellie calls Danny dad

Ellie joined JL/D

Ellie wanted to show her dad the space station (JL agreed on the premise of Interdimensional diplomacy)

Constantine is at the station that day.

Constantine is familiar with ghost culture.

Constantine wants to make a good impression on the very attractive Ghost King.

The JL/D are horrified by Constantine strutting up to the king of the infinite realms and punching him in the face

After a (powers included?) scuffle danny wins and they both help each other up while laughing

Cue Constantine “charm”

Additional bits and bobs. take em or leave em

1. Danny freezing one of johns cigarettes and john defrosting it

2. Danny’s ecto powers and john’s magic twist and warp together when combined

3. Ellie tormenting john for flirting with her dad

4. Dante (Dan) spends his time in hell “play”fighting demons with his daughter little friend Astra (john did save her she just likes to play with ghosts)

5. Connie gets the shovel talk from Danny’s loved ones, jazz’s shovel talk is the scariest.

6. Clockwork is deeply amused that danny ends up dating the only other person who’s future he can’t see

7. Deadman fangirls over King phantom?

this is up for grabs to anybody who want to use it (please tag me if you do)

[andy-15-07]

heyyy! can you do a jealous!reader for danny :) maybe reader gets jealous after Danny gets hit on?

Mine, Not Yours

PAIRING: Danny Ramirez x Reader 💋

WORD COUNT: 1048✍️

REQUESTS: Open! 💌 (send yours my way ,I love writing them all!)

🌟 Danny Ramirez Masterlist 🌟

You hadn’t planned on feeling jealous tonight. In fact, when Danny invited you to his friend's rooftop party in West Hollywood, you were just excited to wear that sundress he liked and spend the night at his side, maybe with a tequila soda in one hand and his fingers tangled in the other.

That plan, however, went to hell the second she showed up.

Blonde. Tall. Model-y. And very clearly not concerned about the fact that Danny was very much not single.

“Oh my God,” she cooed, her manicured hand lightly grazing Danny’s arm. “You’re so much hotter in real life. Like, I didn’t think that was possible.”

Danny laughed,laughed,with that damn crinkle around his eyes you loved, then scratched the back of his neck the way he always did when someone complimented him.

“Thanks,” he said, shooting you a brief glance over her shoulder. “Appreciate that.”

You were standing right there. Holding his drink.

And yet she kept going.

“Seriously. You were amazing in Top Gun. I didn’t even know I was into pilots until you.”

You took a slow sip of your drink and narrowed your eyes.

Danny, ever the charming diplomat, chuckled again and tried to inch subtly closer to you. “Appreciate that. My girlfriend actually dragged me to the audition, so I owe her.”

The girl’s smile faltered, but not by much. “Oh. Cute,” she said, as if it physically hurt to acknowledge your existence.

You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hi,” you said, stepping forward with a tight smile. “I’m the girlfriend. The dragger of auditions. The reason he’s standing here and not bartending in Miami.”

Danny let out a cough-laugh and tried to cover his mouth, clearly enjoying this too much.

The blonde blinked. “Oh. Right. Of course.” She looked you up and down,not subtle. “Nice dress.”

You smiled sweetly. “Thanks. He bought it.”

Danny reached for your hand with a grin. “Babe,”

You didn’t let him finish. “Hey, do you wanna get another drink? You look thirsty.”

Her eyes widened slightly. “I’m good, actually.”

“Great. Bye,” you said, tugging Danny by the arm and walking him away.

Once you were safely tucked behind a group of strangers near the snack table, you dropped his hand and gave him a look.

“She seriously didn’t see me standing there?”

Danny smirked. “Jealous?”

“Obviously,” you huffed, folding your arms. “She practically licked your face in front of me.”

He leaned in. “Would’ve stopped her. You know my face is reserved for you.”

You snorted, but your arms stayed crossed.

“Don’t laugh. I saw you doing the neck scratch. That’s your I’m flattered but too nice to say go away move.”

“Wow,” he said. “You’ve been studying me.”

“I’ve been dating you for a year, Ramirez. I have a PhD in your mannerisms.”

Danny laughed, grabbing a mini cupcake from the table and offering it to you. “Okay, but like, you know you’re the only one I’m bringing home tonight, right?”

You took the cupcake, but didn’t bite it. “Still. You let her flirt with you for like ten minutes.”

“She was drunk and starstruck,” he said gently. “I didn’t want to be rude. I was trying to give her a soft letdown.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Soft letdowns don’t involve eye crinkles and chuckles.”

He groaned dramatically and cupped your cheeks with both hands. “You’re the only girl I want flirting with me. Ever. Even if your flirting involves passive-aggressively suggesting people are dehydrated.”

“That was direct,” you said proudly. “Polite, but direct.”

Danny grinned. “It was sexy.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling now, a little less icy. He leaned in, brushing your lips lightly with his before pulling back just enough to whisper, “You jealous, baby?”

You gave him a flat look. “No. I just don’t like when people pretend I’m not standing two feet away from my boyfriend while they try to get his number.”

Danny wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you close. “Mhm. I like jealous you. She’s feisty.”

“I’m not,”

He cut you off with another kiss, deeper this time. The kind that made your knees weak and your brain fuzzy.

When he pulled away, your cheeks were flushed and your hands were fisted in the front of his shirt.

“Still mad?” he asked, eyes twinkling.

You sighed. “A little.”

“Good,” he said smugly, then leaned close to your ear. “Means you still care.”

You shoved him gently. “I swear, your ego is so,”

“I love you.”

You blinked.

His smile softened. “Seriously. And if you ever feel like someone’s stepping over the line, just say the word. I’ll shut it down fast.”

You exhaled slowly, some of the lingering tension melting away. “Okay.”

He kissed your forehead. “Promise.”

“Fine. But next time, I’m not saying anything. I’m just pouring a drink on her shoes.”

Danny burst out laughing. “You’re insane.”

“I’m protective. There’s a difference.”

He looped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you tight against him. “Well, your protective streak is kinda hot. Just saying.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean it. You in that dress, lowkey ready to throw hands? Sexy.”

You groaned, but you were smiling now. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I am lucky,” he said earnestly, nuzzling your temple. “Like, unfairly lucky.”

You leaned into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Next time someone hits on me, I expect a matching meltdown.”

Danny pulled back to look at you, mock-offended. “Someone hits on you, and I’m flipping tables. That’s not jealousy. That’s justice.”

You laughed, finally biting into the cupcake. “God, you’re dramatic.”

“Takes one to date one,” he said, kissing your cheek.

Later that night, curled up on the couch in his apartment, you found yourself half-asleep with your legs in his lap and a blanket draped over you both.

He was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly said, “So, how do we feel about me wearing a shirt that says ‘Property of Y/N’ at the next party?”

You opened one eye. “Danny,”

“I’ll do it. Don’t test me.”

You smiled sleepily. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Only for you.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, drifting off. “Mine. Not hers.”

Danny looked down at you, his whole expression soft. He brushed your hair off your forehead and kissed it gently.

“Always yours.”

[demonic0angel]

Maybe...Dany/Cass meet-cute?

Or, if you're ok with that maybe even Danny/Cass/Steph meet-cute?

Either way, regardless of ship, I'm picturing Danny, somewhere between 23-38 years old, being a single dad to a hyper and excitable tiny Ellie, who likes to hold his hand and drag him with her to whatever special interest catches her attention at the moment.

And that's where they meet Cass, who gets to watch as a man gets dragged to all the "girl stuff" stores by his kid, and instead of refusing, kr acting embarrassed, Danny just sighs fondly, and indulges his little girl in her insistence to see him with nails painted like hers.

Maybe they bump into Cass on the way out of the latest store, and when Cass swings by their place later on to ensure they're safe, Ellie comes running to open the window Cass was perched under, and comes to greet her.

And Cass would've liked to adopt the little tyke like Bruce did her, but if she can also snag herself the Dad, she'll be even happier.

Maybe, if you're ok with Danny/Cass/Steph (my little multi shipper heart adores these thre gremlins together) , Cass and Ellie vibe while Ellie tells her about her day, and Steph is the one who's shamelessly flirting with Danny? (Danny could do with having the classic DILF build, so steph can much more accurately call him that and watch him combust and stutter)

(Sorry if this makes little sense, it's 4 a.m and the insomny hit hard tonight 😅)

Steph whistled lowly. "Hottie alert. Ooh, he has a daughter! How cute!" She was quickly distracted by the sight of the small child wandering around under her father's watchful gaze.

"No ring," Cass said, observing the man before looking back at the small child that was toddling around.

Steph looked back at the man and pumped a fist. "Hell yeah. More daddy issues, here we come! Should we go talk to him?"

Cass snorted. "Maybe later." Both of them were in the park, bored after getting a random free day for the first time in a long time. They were sitting together, people watching and particularly focused on the father-daughter pair, one who was cute and the other who was hot.

"Don't go too far, Dani!" The man called. "I'll be sitting here!"

"Okay!" Was the very adorable reply. Steph squealed and slapped Cass' shoulder, who sighed at her girlfriend's excitement.

The small child was happily kicking at rocks on the ground when something in the distance began running towards her. Her father didn't seem to notice yet, looting through a bag for something.

Steph and Cass immediately stood up from the bench when they saw that it was an unleashed dog speeding towards the child. Its face was set in a snarl and it seemed determined to get to its target. Dani, the child, started shrieking when she finally noticed it.

Both girls instantly swooped in. Steph picked up Dani, jumping back as Cass swiftly grabbed hold on the dog's collar, yanking it back. It gave a yelp and writhed from the chokehold.

Cass let it go and glared down at it as it whimpered and whined.

"Dani!" The man screamed before running over. Steph didn't notice, distracted by the shaking child in her hands and the dog's owner, who came running towards them with a furious expression.

"How dare you! I'll call the police on you! Don't touch my dog, you—" the woman shrieked.

"Actually!" Steph snarled, as Cass came back to stand by her side. Steph handed Dani to her without a second thought and stepped in front of them. "We should call the police on you! It's against the law to let your dog run unleashed in public spaces in Gotham. And your dog almost attacked a kid!"

They argued some more but Steph was eventually able to drive her off without any recuperations. Steph clicked her tongue irritably. "What a jerk!" Steph sniffed.

Cass nodded, still holding Dani.

"Uhh."

They both turned to the father, who was standing there with a vaguely amused expression, an eyebrow raised. He lifted his hands. "Can I have my child back?"

Both Steph and Cass looked at Dani, who was contentedly sitting in the latter's arms without a single care, and started. "Oh my gosh! We're so sorry!"

Cass gingerly but quickly handed over Dani to her father. Thankfully, he was very agreeable because he just laughed before hugging his daughter tightly. He gave both Cass and Steph a grateful smile.

"Thank you so much for helping me and saving my daughter. Err, could I buy you two dinner? As thanks?" He gave a friendly and obliviously charming smile.

Cass opened her mouth to refuse out of principle and Steph immediately grabbed her arm and interrupted her, "Yes! Absolutely!"

The man beamed. "My name's Danny. This is Dani, with an I. I didn't name her, by the way, if you're asking."

Steph laughed and held on even tighter to Cass, both eying him with heavy gazes. "I'm Steph and this is Cass. I think we're going to get along swimmingly, Danny."

[81pastrys]

Rebel

Summary— Isa sneaks out and Max has to figure out rules for her not to.

Warnings— defiant teen ; strict dad!Max ; underage drinking ; mention of alcohol sickness ; puke

A/N— this one is longer than I expected it to be

Dad Max List

Request— Helloo, could you do something angsty with teen daughter x dad max? your choice, but maybe she's done smth rebellious or what you prefer!

“Dan please??” Isa begged on the phone quietly to her uncle. “Just one night! Dad knows!” She continued whining to where Max and Kelly couldn’t hear.

“Isa, I told you if you go out with me you need to have your dad’s permission and it sounds like you don’t.” Daniel explained. She had done this before, told Daniel she had permission to go out as long as Daniel was there when she quite obviously did not.

Daniel was in town and was going partying, which is knew he was going to do. So, she called him and asked if she could go, being 16 and all. When Daniel shot her down she started whining and begging.

When Daniel ended the call and stopped answering she resorted to her backup plan. Charles. He could never say no to Isa, even if Max scolded the fuck out of him time and time again.

Charles answered the phone with a quick greeting and Isa began her spiel. “Uncle Cha, can you come get me? Uncle Danny said I can go out but he can’t pick me up.” She sounded innocent and truthful.

“Oui, I’ll be there in 15?” He said. “If I see your window open I’m leaving.” He tried to resist the urge to just not give in, but Isa was a little princess in Charles eyes.

She smiled and ended the call, getting ready in a two piece party outfit. She had Daniel’s location along with a few other drivers, which were in the same club. She could easily pass off as drinking age and sure as hell could flirt her way into anywhere.

Max and Kelly were sound asleep, her only obstacle: Penelope. She got past her door, not wearing the heels. Perfect it was her time to shine. Charles pulled in the driveway and she walked out the front door, quietly able to lock it.

She got in the passenger seat and put the heels on. “Thank you uncle cha.” She said, dolled up and ready for the club. Charles was too, a loose fitted shirt and some slacks.

“Does Max know you’re going out?” He asked. She lied and he believed her. He knew she was going out with the rest of the drivers so that’s where they headed. It was easy getting in, an F1 driver exiting the car with a girl who looked overage? Yeah, the club had no chance.

There were no bands so she easily got hold of a drink and started dancing away. Some drivers noticed her and either smiled or gawked at how she even got there without Max present. He would never bring her out.

Her big mistake, talking with Lando and Oscar. “Isa, did you ask Max to go out?” Oscar asked her. She never lied to Oscar, he could read every single micro expression. She looked away guilty and mumbled a ‘no.’

Lando grabbed her hand and brought her over to the drivers table. Nearly every other driver present, including Daniel. He took a deep breath and set his cup down. “Isa Rose.” He said warningly.

Charles perked at her name and smiled at her. “Having fun little Verstappen?” Pierre laughed. Daniel was now walking off with his phone to his ear.

“Snitch.” She mumbled to Oscar. “I was having fun until the McLaren boys decided to ruin it.” She said out loud.

“Ruin it? You shouldn’t even be out!” Lando said. “It’s fucking 2 am and you have school in the morning.” He was yelling but to be fair school could mean college.

Daniel walked back and yanked her away. “Ow! Danny!” She whined. She was a bit drunk thanks to the drinks she kept getting. “I’m in heels slow down!” She scoffed.

“Max is not happy.” He said shaking his head. He got his car from valet and her phone was blowing up with texts and calls, silenced from the do not disturb feature she put on earlier.

Daniel drove her home in silence. Anytime she tried talking he would shush her or blatantly say to shut up. They pulled in the driveway and she got out, still drunk, holding her heels and Daniel trodding behind her.

Max was waiting in the kitchen for her. He huffed a heavy breath and held his hand out. She placed her phone in it. He started quietly scolding her but her head was spinning and she was swaying side to side slightly. All she could manage was hums of agreement.

“I don’t feel so good.” She slurred before Daniel led her to her bathroom and she puked her brains out. “Do you really need to punish me when I clearly punished myself.” She shot at him standing in the doorway as Daniel held her hair back.

“Yes, Isa. Your mother is not going to be happy about this either.” He said. “You’re lucky they were even there, what if they weren’t?” He whisper yelled.

She disregarded all his words, allowing her body to flow through the motions of alcohol sickness. Once she was done they got her in bed. Water and crackers on her nightstand.

In the morning she had a blaring headache and groaned. She drank the water and ate the crackers. Her body was itchy and she realized they never changed her clothes. She got up and did just that, comfy sweatpants and a hoodie.

Kelly and Max were waiting for her in the kitchen. It was obviously too late to go to school, Penelope was already gone it had been a few hours since she even left.

“You went out, again.” Kelly said, the anger so high she could barely hear herself. “Who brought you this time? Obviously not Daniel if he brought you home as pissed as your father.”

Isa groaned and rubbed her eyes. “Charles.” She was nonchalant, like she isn’t about to be punished for life. “It wasn’t even that fun.”

“You have been defying all of our rules Isa.” Max said. “You sneak out, you’re failing classes, is there something else going on?” He was more concerned now. “Are we not giving you enough attention from this?”

“I don’t know, I just like sneaking out and not doing my work.” She shrugged. Kelly laughed, walking off as to not piss herself off more. “I never have fun, the boys do.”

“So let me get this straight.” Max said. “I invite you to go and play padel with us, you say no. I tell you we’re going to races and you roll your eyes.” He said. “But for some fucking reason sneaking out is more fun than that?”

“I guess.” She was still calm minded and not anxious what so ever. “Penelope is always out with her friends partying.”

“Do not bring Penelope into this, she actually listens when else say she can’t go out.” Max said. Penelope was the golden child, good grades, never in trouble, and basically the favorite.

“Well then I guess it is an attention thing.” Isa said. “Penelope gets good grades and scholarships and I’m fucking nobody.” She starts tearing up at her own words.

“That is not true, Penelope has worked hard for her grades and scholarships.” Max corrected. “Penelope actually feels left out.” That’s probably something Penelope told him in confidence not to repeat but it seemed to help his stance.

“If I’m not breaking rules it’s all about her, so maybe that’s why I do it. If I can’t get praise I might as well act out to get some sort of recognition.” She stormed to her room and Max decided he needed to talk this over with Kelly.

This was not okay, one kid feels left out for being nearly perfect and the other feels neglected by them. “What do we do?” Kelly asked him.

“I mean, how do we make things more equalized between them?” He asked. “They’re very different girls.”

“Sadly one has your mentality.” Kelly joked a bit to lighten the mood. They decided it’s best they start both girls off with a clean slate. No harsh punishments but trust should be earned, not just taken for granted.

Once Penelope got home they called them both to the kitchen. They laid our ground rules and privileges they have. “We want to trust you girls, but it has to be earned. If we deem you can’t go out, you simply can’t.” Max said. “If we say you can go out we want to know with who and where and why.”

“I always tell you that stuff.” Penelope said innocently. Max and Kelly nodded at her and looked to Isa.

“You’re both starting on a clean slate, no strikes or privileges being taken away, but if one of you breaks our trust and sneaks out or defies the rules we set, those things get taken away.” Kelly ended the speech.

“I’ve talked with the boys too, no special midnight rides anywhere unless they ask me first for confirmation.” Max said. “In which I expect whoever asked them to ask me as well.”

Isa hated the fact he dragged Penelope into this after he said not to but ultimately agreed with the stupid rules. She followed them, even asked for a tutor to get her grades up.

Her instincts never died down, knowing the boys were in town and wanting to ask one of them to come get her, but she didn’t. She went to Max first.

“Dad, can I go out with the boys tonight?” She asked. He smiled at her. He was getting ready to go out with them to celebrate Lando’s birthday.

“Did you ask one of them already?” He asked her. She shook her head no and bit her lip. “I’m proud of you for coming to me first, but I think for tonight it’s going to be a no.” It was a test.

“Okay.” Isa said and went back to her room. She had no urges to text one of the other guys or sneak out on her own. She just let it be a no and went to sleep.

Constructive parenting 🙂‍↕️

@chertik-007vvv @il0vereadingstuff @pandabiiissh @itznotsophia @angelluv16 @kallanfiona

[angelbarelywritesslashers]

♡ slashers scenarios | you’re almost a victim… (part 2)

♡ fandoms; House of Wax, Scream (kinda), Hannibal/Silence of the Lambs, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Bo Sinclair, Danny Johnson, Hannibal Lecter

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; mentions of violence and cannibalism, kidnapping, stalking, suggestive content

♡ notes; I’m kinda surprised this prompt won out for a part 2 but very happy lol, I had some fun ideas.

the whole gang is not here, just some kinda kinky guys again- I feel like this doesn’t work super well for every single slasher? only some of them are psychopaths AND perverts

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Bo Sinclair

> bo was having a rough day

> your friends had been putting up one hell of a fight, killing the first four was a huge pain in ass

> so by the time there’s only two of you left, he hasn’t even gotten a proper look at you

> it’s not until you come back to the gas station, wide eyed and begging for help that he finally notices you

> god you’re cute- you can be last

> he drops the nice guy act and gets you to the chair- rough as always and threatening you the whole way

> but then he notices it’s all a lot easier than usual today

> he glances up and can’t help but grin

> your cheeks are bright red and your chest heaving- you like being restrained

> “i’ll be good- promise—“ you mumble before he can be a smart ass

> he gags you anyways, but he praises you as you open your mouth for him to stuff the rag it in

> he can hear you whimper as he does and he’s just itching to leave so he can come back

> he leans over, one hand planted between your legs to steady himself

> he can hear your breathing catch as he simply kisses your forehead, snickering as he leaves

> you were really something

> a pretty, obedient little something that would last way longer than a day if you kept it up

Danny Johnson

> he’s worried you saw the flash of his camera through your window that morning

> he’s normally so careful, he can’t believe he slipped up like that- honestly he’s surprised you didn’t call the cops

> you must have been too groggy, or maybe it wasn’t as dark as he thought it was at the time. maybe you noticed but didn’t put two and two together

> he needs to kill you soon anyways. he’s been watching for a while, and he’s wasting time

> he settles back into his usual spot where he can see perfectly into your bedroom

> he sees you frown just a tad as you pick up the phone call from an “unknown number” - but you still pick up

> “Hi there, doll .”

> he’s called you more than once, this “ghost voice” that’s been terrorizing you- and god is it a nice voice

> a nice voice that says vile things. some of them just violent, some…well some things you like too much

> you can see you make an expression he doesn’t expect. you bite your lip, cheeks pink

> he’s seen that look before…not for Ghostface, of course, but for Danny

> you were easy enough to befriend, and it just gave him more opportunities to keep tabs on you

> like most people he charms, you clearly have a crush on him, and that little lip bite is about the same face you make when he flirts

> maybe he’s just seeing things

> you couldn’t be that perfect.if you were he would have to keep you around

> he continues on and on, observing you carefully

> and you just keep getting more and more flustered, even when he’s threatening to choke you stupid

> “you know you’re so cute when you blush like that,”

> what you say next comes just about as close to scaring him as you can get

> “Thank you, Danny.”

Hannibal Lecter

> you weren’t quite as close to victimhood as one might assume

> but he was a fast killer once he had a mark set- you had to impress him more than a bit to be considered and then ruled out

> you start as his patient

> you’re a meek thing, easy to read and fragile

> you’re practically asking to become an entree

> if you taste as good as you look, you’d be his best dish yet

> it’s not hard to get you alone outside of an appointment

> you’re delighted when he invites you to a dinner party- you’ve heard great things about his little get togethers

> and he even lets you help him get ready, setting the tables

> the conversation become macabre as you discuss some recent murders that police suspected were committed by a cannibal

> that he committed for the sake of the dinner party, naturally

> he corners you before you can realize it - he likes playing cat and mouse

> you giggle nervously and look up at him

> he’s got a hand on the wall above you, and he notices your eyes linger on his toned forearms

> many patients and victims have crushes on him, it’s not surprising or a deterrent

> though it surprised him the gristly conversation wasn’t bothering you

> “yknow, it must be nice to know you’re safe from that serial killer in the neighborhood. If he is a cannibal, he’s most likely to chose someone more sedentary.”

> you leave him there, as if you hadn’t said something so delightfully offputting to find a vase for the table

> maybe he could do some further studying….

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Little things I don't know what to do with

1. Phantom: Just because you're my dad doesn't mean you get to tell me what to do!

Nightwing: *just now learning he has a clone son and is nearly hysterical* Actually, it does!

Killer croc: *still holding Phantom by the neck but is now awkward about it* Uh, is this a bad time?

2. Tim goes undercover as Alvin Draper in infiltrate this new and very successful gang thats popped up in Gotham only to start falling for the mysterious leader Danny Nightingale aka a mage going by the name Hex

3. Future 7ft tall Phantom bursts into present day Gotham City like a meteor. Curled into a ball, he desperately tries to keep his unconscious husband safe from the flames and impacts as they are thrown through several buildings before creating a crater in one of the local parks

By some miracle his hubby is safe and Danny passes out once he sees some of the local bats approaching via rooftops

4. Danny flirts with Spoiler by bringing her wierd stuff thats purple. What makes it interesting is that none of this stuff should be purple

5. Danny accidentally ends up in the DC universe via ghost zone portal after he gets injured by one of his parents failed experimental weapons and it destabilizes him. He fights Superman thinking he's possessed and hes actually creaming Superman pretty bad since Clark can't hit what isn't tangible but oh boy, it can hit him.

Anyway the other supers come out to save Superman and began ganging up on Phantom.

Danny, fully convinced they're all possessed, opens a portal and manages to get them all in using Looney Toons Trickery promising to come back and "free the hosts" once he gets a more stable portal. Danny can't go through it since he's so unstable and has to look for some way to fix himself before it becomes a (after)life-threatening issue.

Turns out Ectoplasm is somehow worse for a Kryptonian than Kryptonite and they have no powers what so ever within the Ghost Zone and everything aches.

Oh.

And they're basically living out every creepypasta/horror movie ever in this creepy hell dimension.

Fun times.

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Bucky x Male Reader, Matt Murdock x Male Reader (one-sided)

Synopsis: Daredevil flirts with you during a mission, Bucky is not amused

(Male Reader is known as Songbird, is also the adopted little brother of Tony Stark as explored during previous fics)

Tag(s): fluff, flirting, cursing, action, slightly insecure Bucky, first ‘I love you’s, allusion to smut

********

Dating Bucky has honestly been a surprisingly comfy ride, with a few bumps along the way but isn’t that how all relationships are like anyways?

It’s been a couple of months and he still brings you coffee in the morning. He latches himself onto you like a clingy koala whenever the both of you have some downtime and he cuddles you to sleep every night even though he has his own room in the tower. He was the big spoon.

You do a lot of things for him too. Making breakfast for the both of you in the morning, sometimes offering to massage him when he pushes himself too much during a mission and even applying some ointment on his arm whenever it gets a little red from overuse of the metal arm.

He still attends therapy and it’s during those sessions is when you find yourself with a lot of time to spare. Tony’s always in the lab with Bruce and Peter. Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Sam are usually doing their own things as well, so you felt a little lonely.

You eventually found yourself walking around the streets of New York at random times of the day. Mindlessly wandering around, discovering new places to sit down, enjoy a meal and people watch.

Which is how you met your new friend, Jessica Jones. A dark haired, sarcastic, sharp-witted and cynical Private Investigator of whom you chanced upon when she fell off a random roof and landed right into bags of trash during one of her own investigations of a super-powered individual.

You politely offered your help to her, she politely told you to fuck off, you helped anyway and the rest was history. You and Jessica grew closer over time and you’d sometimes drop by the Alias Investigations office ,aka Jessica’s apartment, whenever you’d get bored.

From there you learnt of more super-powered individuals like Luke Cage,Danny Rand, Misty Knight, Colleen Wing, and Daredevil.

One of the days when you went to visit Jessica, you were surprised to find a man in a red devil suit, injured and bloodied in Jessica’s apartment.

Jessica looking exhausted and exasperated by the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen lying on her couch.

Helping Jessica patch up the vigilante was a little tough without a proper med kit but you made it work. It didn’t take long since you learnt the basics, all of the Avengers had to go through medical training anyways and you’ve had a lot of practice since your boyfriend tends to get injured. A lot. There was even a tiny argument that broke out between you and Bucky but that’s a story for another time.

While patching up Daredevil, you made polite conversation with him. At that point, his helmet was off and you realised he was blind (and handsome). That’s when the questions started flowing and he slowly opened up to you.

His name was Matthew Murdock, he was blinded when he was a kid by an accidental chemical spill, which took his sight but enhanced his other senses. He was taught to fight by a man named Stick, who was no longer around. He’s also a lawyer.

You were surprised to find out that he also grew up in the same orphanage you grew up in, Saint Agnes. The both of you chatted and laughed about that fact and you felt another bond was forming.

After patching him up, Jessica offered beer from her fridge and the three of you enjoyed the night together. You offered Matt some help to get back to his apartment but he laughed and waved you off, saying that he’ll just call a cab.

After saying your goodbyes, you left Jessica’s apartment feeling happy about making a new friend outside of just the Avengers.

Walking by a burger place, you got a couple of cheese burgers to go. Once you reached the tower, you went straight to the lab to give one to Tony; knowing fully well your big brother would lose sense of time with his work.

Once you arrived at the lab, however, you see Tony passed out on one of the work benches. Papers scattered everywhere.

“Oh Tony…” You tutted disapprovingly as you went to pick up a blanket from the couch to drape it over his sleeping figure. Leaving one of the cheeseburger bags next to him, you lean in to give Tony a kiss on the side of his head before going back up to the communal area to have your dinner.

When the elevator doors open, you see the others lounging around. After some small talk, you made your way to the kitchen and found Bucky scrolling on his phone, a frown on his face whenever he focuses on what he was reading.

“You’ll get wrinkles if you keep doing that, baby.” You kiss him on the cheek as you walked past him earning you a chuckle as he pulls you to sit on his lap, causing you to drop the bag of cheeseburgers on the kitchen counter.

You feel his face nuzzling your neck, making you giggle at how ticklish his stubble was. “I missed you doll, where were you today?” He sighed into your neck.

“I was out helping a friend in the city and I think I even made a new friend by doing so.” You told him as you took out the cheeseburgers for you and Bucky to consume.

“You’re making friends outside now?” Bucky asked while openly chewing his burger making you scrunch up your nose before covering the middle of his mouth with your fingers.

“Chew with your mouth closed, you are not an animal.” You scolded him, making him smooch your fingers in retaliation. “I’ll be anything for you.”

Rolling your eyes, you took another bite of your burger before answering his previous question. “Look, everyone’s busy or doing their own things outside of just being the Avengers. When you’re off for therapy, I just get a little bored so I’d go visit my friend. Nothing too crazy.” You told him, leaving out all the super parts of it.

Bucky stared at you.

“What? Is there something on my face?” You tried to wipe off any metaphorical mess but couldn’t seem to get any making Bucky laugh as he takes a hold of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles.

You put down the burger and waited. Bucky was quiet, his eyes not meeting yours. Usually this meant he was contemplating whether or not saying something that’s on his mind would cause a negative reaction, you didn’t mind waiting just as long as he was honest with you by the end of it.

“I feel guilty,” Bucky began with his metal hand absently caressing the side of your body as he spoke. “You’ve been so supportive and patient throughout my healing journey. To be frank, I’m still surprised you still want to be with me. I know it hasn’t exactly been easy.”

You cooed at Bucky, bringing his face closer to yours to drop a kiss to his lips. “Don’t. Don’t feel guilty about facing your own demons, I knew what I signed up for when we got together and I’m happy you’re doing this for yourself. You can go through literal hell and I’ll still be here, with you, at the end of the day.”

Bucky couldn’t find proper words to convey his feelings so he gave a small smile and silently nodded before the both of you went back to eating your burgers.

“Damn, really Buck?” Sam walked into the kitchen, finding the two of you in your compromising position. “You couldn’t let our little canary sit by himself on a normal seat?”

“His ass belongs on one seat and that’s my lap, Wilson.” Bucky retorted making Sam laugh heartily and you flicking his forehead in retaliation.

Finishing up, you told Bucky that you were going to your room to shower and get ready for bed. As you made your way past the living room, the doors to the elevator opens up and Tony steps out.

You see him happily skip up to you before planting a wet, greasy kiss on your forehead making you push him off in disgust. “Tony! Ew!I’m guessing you ate that cheeseburger then?”

You hear him chuckle. “That I did, little brother. I had to show my gratitude somehow.”

“By being gross? You could’ve just said thank you like a normal person.”

“I love you too.”

You rolled your eyes and walked away as Tony continued to cackle at your expense.

A couple of quiet days go by when you get a text from Jessica asking for your help. You gathered your things, ready to make a move when the door to your room opens and Bucky steps in with a grin.

His face quickly drops when he realises you were leaving. “Hey sweetheart, heading out?”

“Yeah, Jessica texted me.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be in therapy right now?”

Bucky shrugged. “I was but Dr. Raynor had an emergency so we had to reschedule. I thought I’d surprise you by asking if you wanted to go out on a little lunch date with me.”

“Oh.” You sighed, watching Bucky’s shoulders drop in disappointment. “Baby, I’d love to but Jessica really needs my help. How about we take a rain check on that lunch, hmm?”

Bucky gives you a sheepish smile and nodded. You gave him a soft smile in return before letting him pull you into his arms and giving him a sweet kiss, which he deepens by pushing his tongue into your mouth.

When the both of you separated, you leave a kiss on his cheek before bidding him goodbye and then rushing off to Jessica’s.

When you reached Jessica’s place, you’re surprised to find two other people with her. Matt Murdock and an unfamiliar woman were waiting in the apartment.

“Hope you don’t mind.” Jessica stood next to you.

“You’ve met Matt already. This lady’s Colleen Wing, a martial arts expert who took on the Iron Fist mantle after her ex boyfriend left to go “discover himself” or whatever.”

Colleen smiles at you and shakes your hand. “It’s way more complicated than it sounds but I’m glad you took up the call. It’d be nice to have more backup and an Avenger to boot.”

She starts a rundown of their next mission regarding the rise of the Triad and their gangs cooperating with a mysterious group of warrior ninjas that go by the name of ‘The Hand’.

A shipment was being sent to the docks later in the evening. Colleen needed backup to try and stop that shipment from getting into the clutches of The Hand. Daredevil was called in since he had a history with the group as well.

In all honesty, you were a little nervous. You were unprepared to face gangsters and literal ninjas today, thinking Jessica just needed help for a stakeout but you’ve faced killer robots and even your fellow Avengers at one point so you had some sense of confidence in you.

“Someone’s on the fire escape, listening in.” Matt suddenly said, making everyone tense up before a familiar metal hand reaches in from the window as a sign of peace.

You sighed with relief. “Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes also known as The Winter Soldier. A fellow Avenger.”

Bucky steps into the apartment with a sheepish nod. “Sorry, didn’t mean to intrude. You can consider me backup too.”

Jessica squints at Bucky suspiciously before sauntering up to him. “You mean backup for this guy, right?” She claimed, pointing back at you.

“Jess…” You groaned before turning and glaring at Bucky. “Sergeant, do you mind if I spoke to you privately in the hallway?”

Bucky nodded before following you out of the apartment, you stood a few feet away from the main door. Your hands now on your waist, waiting for an explanation from your boyfriend.

“Listen, sw-“

“Songbird when we’re on the field.” You interrupted him, making him nod sheepishly at you.

“Listen. I was just a little bit worried.” Bucky started explaining and when you opened your mouth to speak, he put his hand out. “I know you have a life outside of the Avengers, outside of me but I wished you told me a little more about it. I didn’t mean to betray your trust and disrespect your boundaries, I just wanted to know that you were safe. I’m sorry, I’ll leave if you want me to.”

You looked into Bucky’s eyes, unsure of what you wanted to find but you were only met with sincerity and regret. “Okay. I accept your apology and for what’s it worth, I’m glad you’re here.”

You reached out for Bucky and tugged on his jacket, rubbing the material of the jacket between your fingers as a way to ground yourself in the moment.

“I’m nervous, Buck. I know I’m used to the most whacky shit known to man but to go in with a team that I’m not familiar with? Everything could go wrong, if we’re not careful.”

Bucky takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his face to kiss your knuckles softly. “It’s okay. I’m here, I’ve got your back.”

You smiled and nodded before making your way back to others. Walking in, you see Matt’s already changed into his Daredevil costume.

“Are you gonna walk out with us looking like that?” You asked him, making Matt chuckle and grin.

“Nope,” he points out the window. “I’ll be traveling by the rooftops. You’d be surprised how hardly anyone ever looks up nowadays.”

You walk up to Matt, eyeing his costume. “Honestly this is pretty impressive for a local lawyer. Must’ve saved a fortune to look this badass. Also, nice ears.”

Matt sighed. “They’re horns. I bet you look pretty good in your costume too but alas,” he waves his hand across his face for comedic effect, making you laugh. “I’m a blind man at the end of the day. You have a pretty voice though.”

Matt then proceeds to walk up to the window, getting ready to jump out. “I’ll see you at the docks.”

“Pretty voice?” Bucky mutters under his breath, unamused by Daredevil’s blatant flirting of which you seemed to be impervious to.

Everyone watched as Daredevil, jumped out before collectively heading out for the docks.

When you reached the docks, the sun was already setting. No sign of either Triad or Hand members around. All of the workers had already left as well, leaving the place completely empty.

Colleen and Jessica went to find the shipment while you and Bucky decided to patrol around the docks for any sign of suspicious activity.

“Haven’t seen Devil Man around yet. You sure he’s dependable?” Bucky said as the both of you walked by a random crate.

“Daredevil and yes, Jessica vouches for him so I’ll do the same.” You turned a corner, disappointed to find absolutely nothing. “Besides I feel like out of everyone here, he has the most experience with The Hand and their ninjas.”

Bucky hummed in response. After a few minutes of silence, Bucky spoke up again. “You know, I think your voice is pretty too.”

You stopped walking and turned to Bucky in confusion. “You think my voice is pretty?”

“Yeah. Just thought you’d hear it from me instead of someone else.” Bucky shrugs as he leans on one of the crates.

You stared at him incredulously, not sure where this was coming from and quite frankly, you’re not really in the mood to play twenty questions at the moment. “Okay? Thank you, I guess. Can we focus on the task at hand, though?”

Bucky pouted but quickly shot his metal arm out at you, intercepting a throwing knife that was aimed right at your throat.

Your eyes widened and you looked around only to find a man in a blue body suit, that only showed his eyes, staring at the both of you. A faint logo of a bullseye shown on the top of his mask.

“Avengers? Definitely wasn’t expecting you to show up. Don’t mind me, just doing a job I’m getting paid for. I’m sure they won’t mind losing a person or two in their roster.” The man manically laughs as he throws out more knives that Bucky blocks with his metal arm.

The man throws another knife but it hits one of the nearby crates, ricocheting the knife and cutting Bucky in the cheek instead.

“Bucky!” You yelled.

Bucky staggers, not fully prepared for whoever this assailant was. Normally he’d just charge in but that would expose you to the man’s knives and he couldn’t take that chance.

“You Avengers don’t belong here. How about you guys just turn around and go home? I promise, I’ll try not to stab you in the back.” The man laughs at his own joke.

You and Bucky tense up when he takes a step closer, taking out another knife. You see him lift the knife up, only for it to be knocked out of the man’s hand by a red billy club.

Daredevil then swoops in and delivers a flying kick making the man fall to the ground.

“Colleen and Jessica need help, go now! I got Bullseye.” Daredevil tells you and Bucky.

Bucky turns to you. “You need to go help them, I’ll help Daredevil take care of this guy. We’ll come find you after.”

“But-“ You didn’t want to leave Bucky alone but when you looked into his steel blue eyes, you hesitantly nodded before making your way to where the shipment was held at.

Daredevil was with him, they’ll have each other’s backs.

As you run off to find the others, Bucky turns back to see Bullseye stand up. The man exchanges a few punches with Daredevil who blocked and parried most of the attacks.

Daredevil quickly delivers an uppercut making Bullseye stumble backwards into Bucky; who turns him around and punches him right in the forehead with the metal arm, effectively knocking the man out cold.

“What kind of a dumbass puts a literal target on his forehead?” Bucky scoffed down at Bullseye, Daredevil chuckling before nodding his head in another direction.

“We’ve got company.”

The two turn from Bullseye’s body on the ground only to be faced with a bunch of the Hand ninjas.

Back to back, Bucky and Daredevil get ready to fight.

“Let’s make this quick, pretty bird’s waiting for us.” Daredevil quips, making Bucky’s jaw tense.

Bucky flexes his metal arm. “Right but try not to call my boyfriend pretty again or I’ll knock you out too.”

He hears Daredevil chuckle before they start their rumble.

Once you reached the shipment, you noticed that Jessica and Colleen were pinned down behind a crate as bullets wheeze pass them.

The triad had arrived and immediately opened fire as soon as they saw the two of them.

“Cover your ears!” You yelled at the two of them before running forward from your hiding spot to let out a powerful sonic scream that deflected all incoming bullets and send all of the men flying backwards.

You watched as the men slowly recovered before backing up and retreating from the docks. Sighing with relief, you turned when you heard slow claps and a low whistle from Jessica.

“Seems like you do have a pretty voice.” Colleen laughed as she patted you on the back. “Thanks for saving us back there.”

“Guess we missed the party.” You hear Daredevil say as he walks up to you with Bucky in tow.

“Be glad,” Jessica chimes in. “He’d probably have burst those sensitive eardrums of yours.” Daredevil laughed in response.

Bucky walks up to you, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist. “Wanna go home?”

“Go home.” Colleen said. “We got this, you look like you’re about to drop at any second with how loud you screamed back there.”

You grin before leaning most of your weight on Bucky, your head resting on his shoulder. “You got that right. I’ll see you guys around. Jess, I’ll text you, okay?”

Jessica nods before following Colleen and Daredevil to see what was inside the shipment. You and Bucky went back home, happy the night was over.

Once you reached the tower, the both of you retreated into your respective rooms to clean off the dirt and grime from the night.

Just as you had finished donning your night apparel, you hear a knock on the door. You opened it revealing, Bucky in shorts and a tank top.

Your eyes roamed his muscular form before settling on his handsome face, a smirk resting on his face at catching you openly leering at him. You noticed the small cut from earlier and immediately reached out to check on it.

Bucky leaned in to your palm with a small smile on his face.

“Can I come in?” Bucky whispered to you.

You smiled at him. “Of course.” You moved away from the door to let him in before shutting it.

Bucky settling on the bed, like he usually does.

He makes grabby hands at you, which makes you laugh before walking up to him and letting him pull you into his lap.

Bucky’s face immediately going to your neck to take a deep breath, your scent always calms him down.

You played with the hair on the back of his head as the both of you sat silently in each other’s arms for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry.” You broke the silence, Bucky pulling back from your neck to look up at you in confusion. “You were right. I could’ve told you what I was doing all this time when I was away but a part of me was selfish thinking that this was only something I had.”

Bucky kept quiet, making circles on your hip with his thumb to help soothe your nerves.

“Ever since I joined the Avengers, it felt like everything I did or have was out in the open for everyone to see but then I met you,” Bucky gave you a soft encouraging smile.

“It’s our little moments with each other that no one else on the team gets to see. You are the one in my life that I get to selfishly keep to myself and I would never do anything to keep you out of the dark when you’ve been transparent with me with everything that you do, even in therapy.”

Bucky leans in to kiss you on the mouth. He tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his eyes meeting yours.

“God, I’m so lucky to have you, sweetheart. I love you.”

You froze, mouth open. “You love me?”

“Every day.” Bucky responds confidently. “I love you so much. You’re my rock, doll. There’s no one else I’d rather go through this life with but you.”

You rolled your eyes at his sappiness. “I love you too. Always and forever.”

Bucky leans in to kiss you sweetly, you returning with the same energy but your gentle pecks slowly turned into heavy tongue action as you rocked back and forth in his lap. Sighing into his mouth as he grabs your ass to grind up into you.

You push him back for a second, halting all movement. His eyes now dilated staring back into yours.

“Let’s do it.” You gasped out, Bucky raising his eyebrows. You were a virgin and the both of you agreed to wait. Bucky never once pushed you for more intimately, happy to settle with just make outs and a little dry humping here and there.

“You sure, doll?” Bucky asked, you nodded before standing up and shedding off all your clothes.

Bucky watched in awe, his shorts now tented with an impressive size. “You look beautiful, I can’t wait make you all mine.”

You chuckle as he makes quick of his own clothes before pulling you into bed with him. His naked body now on top of yours.

The two of you hissing in pleasure once the front of your bodies make contact.

“I love you so much, sweetheart. I’m gonna take care of you so well tonight. You’ll never need anyone else again.” Bucky growls out before kissing your neck, making you moan and roll your body up to his.

Let’s just say a lot of firsts happened that night and you were left deliciously wrecked.

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Okay so not my best, the story went a little bit everywhere

I honestly just wanted to put my favourite Defenders here and have y’all SEEN Charlie Cox lately? Be still my hole heart

But I still wrote it and maybe I’l go back to more fluff? I’m still learning about smut and I really wanna make that fic the hottest thing on here.

Again, thank you for your support :)

Appreciate it

All mistakes are mine!

[starry-bi-sky]

the idea of the whole school of Casper high judging wes´s flirting skills and then being horrified that they still somehow kinda work is gold!!

also i feel like somewhere in the future someone in the batfam will ask baby dami how he got the "demon" name since hes a clone and hes just going to look the person in the eye and say "my brothers pet stalker gave it to me"

"MY BROTHER'S PET STALKER GAVE IT TO ME" that's now the only way Damian refers to Wes - that and 'Weston'. And just imagine Danny walking into that room in that moment as he says it, and then perking up and going "Oh are we talking about Wes?" and he walks over to ruffle Damian's hair and affectionately goes, "and he's not my pet, Dames." But he doesn't deny the stalker bit.

(And you know if Wes was there he'd be denying it up and down that he's a stalker - he's an investigator. A detective! Quit calling him that!) And the batfam present all exchange slightly concerned looks with one another and someone -- lets go Dick or Tim or Bruce, goes "Stalker?"

Danny just waves it off with a huff and goes "it's not that serious, don't worry i've got it handled" before changing the subject to something else. Or talking a little bit more about wes without bringing up that he thinks he's a vigilante (which he is).

and also yesss imagine the first time dany goes to bother wes during the middle of lunch and danny says something mildly tame compared to what he normlly does because wes is with a bunch of friends -- maybe he decides to do the "hey Weston, I heard you spreading rumors about me being Phantom?" thing, and he's wearing this bewildered smile

all of Wes' friends are giving Wes this LOOK like 'way to go genius, you got his attention, now what?' and instead of Wes stammering or backtracking, instead he doubles down on it. All of his friends are looking at him like Velvet from Trolls 3 when Veneer revealed that they were phonies. Just utter betrayal.

just. just this face. the entire table is making that face at Wes as he (to them) fumbles the bag so badly that he may as well have tossed it into a gutter. They all watch as Fenton is weirded out by Wes, and the two of them have this back-and-forth with Fenton poking holes at Wes about him being Phantom and Wes just keeps saying he is Phantom, and he should stop denying it.

When Fenton finally leaves, Wes' best friend turns and thwacks him hard in the shoulder and hisses at him what the hell did he just do? He didn't just miss the basket, he missed the entire damn court entirely! he threw the ball into the stands!

And Wes hisses back at him that he has no idea what he's talking about. Wes' friend calls him an idiot. A big dumb idiot. And then Fenton goes and bothers him in the hallway a few days later. And everyone else?? Flabbergasted.

And then it keeps. happening. Fenton keeps?? approaching Wes? And he sometimes he seems vaguely delighted by their conversations, like Wes is saying some of the funniest things in the world? -- and okay, maybe it is funny that he keeps getting accused of being a vigilante, its funny in a weird way. And Wes looks completely annoyed by his existence -- and you know what somehow this tracks because Fenton was dating Valerie for a time and she was completely annoyed by him when they first met. Maybe Fenton has a type???

Either way, nobody knows how to wrap their head around how Wes's cringefail "flirting" techniques are working. By all means, Fenton should be hating this guy because he keeps accusing him of being his parents' worst enemy (self-proclaimed by the Fenton parents), but instead he just appears bewildered but mildly entertained by Wes' antics.