#Dead Tired

[sgconway]

Had a funny thought,

Tim and Danny shopping in the mall for Christmas presents for Tim's family. Of course they get a duck candle for Jason, named Yorick.

Joker invades the mall, Danny goes green eyes, Tim feels the cold air, a voice growls "clown..." with an underlay of screams, Danny pulls an item at random from the bag and chucks it with all his strength. Tim gets knocked back from wind as the sound barrier is broken as Yorick hits mach duck, before instantly braining Joker at 50 paces, clown goes over the balcony from the impact. Tim looks to see Danny staring at him in horror, "oh my ancients Tim, im so sorry, do you think Yorrick is ok?"they rush down, and Danny wants to cry over injured, half smashed Yorick, but Tim tells it is perfect, even covered in blood.

He gifts it to Jason anyway as is, with what pics he could get from the security camera, of Yorick in flight, hitting Joker, falling together, and Yorick and Joker together on the ground, both mangled.

Jason frames the pictures around a Yorick shrine in his apartment, titled things like "The last flight of the Duck", "The Fall from Grace", and " I may die but there will be two new plates in hell tonight"

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny on Phone: Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up, please Jazz for once in your life pick up the phone- Jazz's Voicemail: The number you have dialed is not available. Please leave a message- Danny: NO! Ugh, okay, hey Jazz, it's ya boi, Danny. Could you come to Gotham and pick me up, please? Now I know I said I could handle the summer internship, and I know you said that it was a dangerous city, and you were right, so you don't have to gloat, but I really need you to come get me, okay? Code: Green Dog. If you call back and I don't answer, they got me. Love you. Tim waiting patiently, tied up in front of Danny: Does this "Jazz" not answer their phone often? I'm sorry, it's really frustrating when they do that. Danny: She usually has her phone on Do not disturb at this hour-wait! Stop trying to emotionally connect with me, I kidnapped you! Tim: I'm not trying to emotionally connect with you. I'm just making conversation. Danny: Well, stop it! Tim: Why? Danny: Because you don't have casual conversations with your kidnappers! Tim: Really? I always do whenever I get kidnapped. Plus, you've been rather considerate. You only tied my ankles and wrists together, and when you threw me into the truck of your car, you put in a pillow for my head. Danny: How....how often does this happen to you? Tim shrugging: Once or twice a week. Danny: A WEEK!? Tim: Why did you take me anyway? Danny: Um, you know Phantom- the ghost guy? He overheard the Mad Hatter bragging about using mind control on the Waynes. He ordered them to kill you in your sleep, but when I tried to warn your security team, they didn't believe me. I took you to protect you. Tim: I see. And how does "Jazz" fit into all this? You already had me in the trunk of a getaway car. Danny: First of all, it's not a getaway car. It's a rental, and the Mad Hatter put a hit out on us. We have to leave the city, which would be tracable in a rental. Tim: Hmmm. Is this the part where you knock me out before you tell me not to fall in love with you? Danny, horrified: No. Tim: Pity.

[quadrantadvisor]

tell me about ranch 2

Okay so this post from @dissociativehyperfixating got deep into my brain and I actually started writing my version a lil bit.

To summarize: Tim and Danny are soulmates, which in this universe means they share food cravings. Danny gets captured by the GIW and is unable to access any ectoplasm, and so Tim starts DESPERATELY craving something that he has no way to identify. Duke, with his powers, is able to see more of what's going on and helps Tim figure it out.

The opening:

Tim isn't technically one of the family members who's allowed to cook, but it's not exactly unusual to find him in the kitchen at odd hours, grabbing a quick snack or looking for something caffeinated. No, it's not Tim himself that makes Duke stop in his tracks. There's an eclectic collection of items on the counter. A 2-liter bottle of sprite and an open can of Mountain Dew. A juicer, next to which sit the empty husks of a lime and a grapefruit. A big plastic tub of something called Guarana Powder. And a bottle of ranch dressing.

There's more, but those are the ones that are closest, that seem to have been used most recently. Tim's posture is casual, hip pressed against the counter edge where he leans, but his gaze is focused. He is vigorously whisking the contents of a glass with a fork. Duke can see little white bits swirl in the mixture. There has to be an explanation for this. Duke valiantly pretends he wasn't staring and makes his way towards the fridge, like he'd meant to when he walked in. “Hey Tim, whatcha up to?” he asks, as if he couldn't care less, and grabs a post-patrol Gatorade. Tim answers, tone flat, “Inventing Ranch 2.” Duke cracks his drink and sips it, trying to process, but he can't think of anything better to say than, “Why?”

Edit: now with pt 2 and pt 3!

[beebiejr]

You know what I love about the dead tired stardew au? How Tim is literally the perfect farmer. I mean seriously this guy is a chronic, “I can nap anywhere!”, kinda guy. Danny’s just the poor bachelor that saves him from thieves and monsters.

[alexabowwow21]

Do! Do what?

'Danny, what are you doing this weekend?'

'Tim.'

Jaws on the floor, mouths mimicking gold fishes. Tim.. red like a tomato, his soul ready to leave the mortal plane.

Danny feeling like Bruce is gonna pull something. ' Alfred, Bruce will not let me into the manor for at least a week, so I can't fix the kitchen or the left-wing.'

'Master Bruce, whatever were you thinking with Master Danny's answer it is not the reality. Do apologize. We all want to eat in this house, do we not? Or left wing to be fixed and ready to be used. Master Danny can do it faster and better.' Alfred raises his eyebrow telling Bruce to try to disagree with him.

Bruces mumbles an apologize. Others snicker while eating their cakes.

'Now Master Danny, mind explaining the sentence, do Tim?'

Danny stops eating and looks at Alfred. ' Well yeah, I am going to do Tim. I need to update his everything. From weapons to suits. My rogues are friendlier and calmer these days. Also, they like Tim more than me.' Points at Tim with his thumb while saying that. Tim just blinks at him. His blush thankfully calmed down.

'The problem is ghosts communicate with vibrations, feelings, and fighting. For them, roughhousing is murder to humans. I don't wanna take any chances. I will end them sooner than let Tim get hurt.'

Tim blushes a soft pink and looks at Danny with hearts in his eyes. Other's don't know if they should aww or gag at them both. Bruce looks like he is gonna have an aneurysm. Alfred looks proudly at Danny.

Danny looks around the table. 'Did I say something wrong, Sam always says I am not good at wording or explaining things.'

Tim: 'Just eat your cake, Babe.' While stroking Danny's back with a happy smile.

Danny continues eating his cake, like he didn't just drop an F-bomb and leave on his merry way while eating said cake.

[snappingturt3ls]

Dcdp coffeshop

Tim pays danny and absurd salary to work in WE coffee place because he's the only one willing to make Tim's coffee because every time he does he faces reckless endangerment charges because of how strong the coffee is and no one else is willing to risk it.

Danny takes his coffee the same way but with a shot of ecto, which is fine until Tim sees Danny put the green!water into his coffee. Tim, being the most rational bat, doesn't freak out and kidnaps Danny for where he got Lazurus water and just asks his.

Danny explains that his parents are one scientists of the "only not a rouge on a technicality" variety and have been synthesizing this shit since before he was born, and that while it's the single best energy booster on the planet its also poison to humans, which Danny says he isn't quite sure he is anymore.

Tim's eyes light up at the "single best energy booster on the planet part" and asks for some, completely disregarding the poison aspect.

Danny says fuck it, but Tim is going to have to build up a tolerance over time, so a single small spirt of ecto once a day to start.

A few months to a year later Tim sends one of his siblings, preferably Damian, to get his coffee from Danny, and then proceeds to freak the fuck out when he watches Danny put Lazurus Water in Tim's drink.

Damien is not the most rational bat.

Tim never does get that coffee.

Danny is in a bat holding cell having a panic attack.

[lo-ca-m0tive]

Wip I’m working on! I love these dorks so much

[dclovesdanny]

Dead Tired x Marriage of Convenience

It was really simple in the beginning. Danny was trying to avoid ghosts who wanted to marry him for his title. Tim had found out some of his family’s assets were only accessible after he got married. It made sense to get hitched. (They did it late one night almost a year after Danny joined the team. Their witness was a half asleep Kon, and Clockwork gleefully officiated.)

However, they didn’t think about the consequences. They didn’t think about how domestic life made them feel more comfortable with each other. They didn’t think about how sleeping in the same house would gradually transition into sleeping in the same bed “Just so no one would question things” and transition into sleeping better when together. They didn’t realize how unplatonic their feelings were until one morning, waking up in each other’s arms, their faces close enough to kiss.

Of course, that was also the morning the rest of the Superhero community found out about the marriage from a mildly drunk Constantine and a slightly guilty Kon.

[windyengel]

I had a moment where I recognized one of my favorite authors in my comment section, and realized they had been comenting in my fic for a while and praising it none stop. The way I screamed into my pillow and instantly went to my gc with my friends like:

And this little thing? this little thing made my whole day.

Anyway, all of this to say go read Kindred Spirits you will not regreat it

As for me? I am going back to screaming into my pillow.

Kindred Spirits (175242 words) by NightFlame33 Chapters: 31/34 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom, Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: When on patrol one night, Red Robin ends up critically injured by a powerful, young ghost. Fortunately, a glowing boy is there to save him. Unfortunately, it involves stabilizing Tim with something that looks eerily like Lazarus Water. With a brief, yet vague explanation of ghosts, ectoplasm, and something called the GIW, the boy - self-proclaimed Phantom - vanishes. Tim launches himself into research, discovering a plethora of new revelations into ghosts and the spirits that reside within and alongside their world. Some a little closer to home than others. As Tim and his family continue to search for answers, they'll discover government coverups, magic beyond even the knowledge of Justice League Dark, and a town that tows the border of life and death. Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is having the time of his half-life at Gotham U, balancing engineering classes with his kingly duties in the Infinite Realms. But when Phantom ends up on the Bats' radar, his delicate balance might be upset entirely. But then again, Danny Fenton has never been one to retreat from trouble. And he certainly isn't about to start when it comes in the form of one very attractive Tim Drake-Wayne.

[emacrow]

John is salty as fuck.

How the fuck Red Robin got a Favor Ticket from the infinite realm?!?

He has been spending a 4 year and 8 months trying to figure the right ritual to summon that bastard right. All he gets is a dog sized looking green blob ball thing looking thing that take one look at him, say oooo and disappears on him, and yet the coffee obsessed robin figured it out in one shot to save batman?!?

Fuck this! He ignoring batman asking questions about the infinite realm, he need hardcover 99% alcohol liquor right the fuck now.

He sticks his middle finger as he leaves through the portal, closing it on his way out as he plop onto his bed in the house of mysteries, groaning out his frustration.

If John was paying attention, he wouldn't notice several dozen blob ghosts laying on his back, silently oooing on his slowly developing core.

Meanwhile

In crime city, Jason had given trying to removed this greenish lazarus pit cat sized goop off him for the last 6 hours. None of the robin seem to see it beside Cass, but the rage seem to be sipping away.

Part 2 here <-

[dcxdpdabbles]

Tucker: We're married.

Danny: What?

Tucker: If anyone asks you and I are married. We've been married for two years. Not platonic roommates. Understand?

Danny: I'm always down for marriage fraud, but can I ask why?

Tucker: *Sigh* We had a big company meeting today with every level employee at the event center the Wayne rent out. Tammy from accounts was assigned to my table-

Danny: Your mortal enemy.

Tucker: Exactly. So she started giving me grief in the middle of our team exercise project. The other four random employees are looking at me all wide eye and I'm getting tired so I say "Is it because I'm gay Tammy?" To shut her up. But at that time, Timothy Drake Wayne was walking behind me and heard me say it. He jumped in to ask what was going on, and I hate Tammy for being so annoying, but I am not about to accuse her of discrimination for no reason. So I said "Oh it was just a joke. Like on the internet." And then when Mr.Drake-Wayne face didn't relax, I blurted out."My husband thinks my jokes are dumb too"

Danny: Tucker....that's not good

Tucker: I know! I started panicking!

Danny: You ramble when you panic.

Tucker: I do, and I did. Before I realized it, I told Mr. Drake-Wayne, this whole made up childhood friends to lover romance between you and I. It was so good he told me to invite you to the office. So we're married. Please go along with it. If I can get Mr. Drake-Wayne's support I can rise in the company so fast.

Danny: Promotions are 50% networking. Alright, sure, what's the worst that can happen?

Five months later

Steph: What's the big emergency?

Tim sobbing:. I'm in love with the husband of one of my employees.

Steph: Tim....that's not good

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage

The thing is, Tim didn't mean to put it on. He was just kind of playing with it to keep his hands busy while he was thinking about the recent murder case. GCPD had their hands full with the serial robbers that didn't rank high enough to catch Batman's attention, and Tim never had a problem with helping the police if he had time.

And the ring was a perfect fidget toy, if he is being honest. Small and plain enough not to distract him, but the round stone in the middle was loosely attached, making it able to spin inside the frame. Which is what he did, again and again, like those fidget spinners.

Of course, he was just destined to drop it sooner or later. And then, when he reached under the table to pick it up, his finger caught inside the ring, and, well.

The ring was now firmly on his finger.

The problem was that he couldn't take it off.

It wasn't stuck, at least not in the general sense of it - Tim could easily spin it around, and it wasn't tight. But it wasn't loose either, and as soon as he tried to move it past the knuckle, the ring heavily disagreed, almost like shrinking down and absolutely refusing to be detached.

Barbara suggested soap, which didn't work. Dick tried for a more mechanical approach, first with pliers and then with a laser, which the ring resisted with no effort. Cass, who was actually the one who brought the damned thing into the Cave after one of her adventures in Hong Kong, just smiled and shrugged, which was of no help either. Damian offered to cut the finger off, which probably would have helped, but Tim rather liked all his limbs attached.

Bruce called Constantine. The magician took one look at the ring, barked a humorless laugh, and pat Tim on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Congrats, mate," he said, a wry smile on his lips, "I hope you file for divorce."

Although, while all the rest of the Bats and Birds devolved into fits of hysterical laughter (Steph), indignant sputtering (Damian), and cries of outrage (everyone else sans Alfred, who was pointedly unimpressed), Tim couldn't even bring himself to be surprised. Really, his life had been a shitshow since he was around ten. It's not like he didn't expect himself to be accidentally married to some otherworldly magical creature by this point.

The worst part - worse than the actual engagement, that is - was that Constantine couldn't exactly tell them who the spouse was.

What he did say was that the Ring belonged to the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, and Eyes of Universe. But those were only titles, and, as John Constantine begrudgingly admitted, there has been a change in the management recently, so no one really knew what the new almighty monarch looked like or what they were, much less their whereabouts.

"You can't blame me for not being keen to find out, though," John said, wincing, "The last one was a bloody tyrant, and the Realms operate under the right of conquest rule."

At least, the mage assured them that since the being had not yet come to collect their shiny new spouse, they might never show up at all. The Ring has been lost for ages after all, so maybe the King didn't even remember having one. Or, the previous King didn't, and the new one didn't know about or didn't care.

The first week after the incident, they spent anxiously researching and worrying. Bruce even went as far as making Tim wear a tracker at all times, which was not great, but he did appreciate the gesture. Kind of.

After the first month with no sign of any changes, the worry started to abate. In half a year, most of the family stopped trying to keep an eye on Tim at all times lest he suddenly disappeared. Two years later, even Tim himself treated the Ring as a natural part of his daily life. The stone inside was still a great fidget toy, engagement or not.

Three years, one month, and five days after Tim first put the Ring on his finger, when the world was falling apart and breaking in front of him and there was not a single thing he could do to stop it anymore, Tim pressed his lips to the cold, dark strip of unknown metal on his finger.

"Whoever you are, I don't even care, please," he whispered in a useless prayer, his voice hoarse and his throat dry, "please, help."

And the world came to a stop with a short, amused chuckle.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

[part 2 ->]

[stars-obsession-pit]

After losing a bet, Danny has to spend some time acting as a maid for Tucker (including wearing a full maid dress, where the heck did you even get that, Tucker??)

And as if that wasn’t mortifying enough, it turns out that he accidentally was visible through a partially-open door during one of Tucker’s streams.

…

Tim Drake choked on his drink. There, hidden in the background of a tech streamer he’d been watching, was the cutest boy he’d ever seen, wearing a maid dress.

He immediately queued up a sizable donation and a message.

And now it was Tucker’s turn to choke on his drink at what he saw show up on screen.

[cosmicbom]

The fic Who You Gonna Call? by jaemyun on ao3 has an absolute gorilla grip on my roommate and I. I found myself doodling Permafrost the baby ghost yeti from chapter 22 because it was just too precious, here it is with some color ^^^

the link for the fic:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58834891/chapters/149945905

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny can't taste- DCxDP Prompt

The problem with being half dead is that so are your senses. While certain foods are still as tasty as ever they are relegated to food found on offering plates like bread, fruits, cheese and wine. But Danny just wants to eat a good burger and unfortunately, those aren't offered to the dead.

This has led to Tucker and Sam burning food offerings for Danny in the past, but there has been another solution.

Danny just adds copious amounts of extra stuff to his food to satisfy his numbed tastebuds.

20 sugar packages to his coffee, a flood of hot sauce on his burgers and anything else he could get his hands on.

One afternoon after class Danny ended up meeting Tim at the Batburger on campus. There Tim watched in horror as Danny filled a cup of Sprite, added blue raspberry sour Death Ball candies to it, added citric acid, added plutonium 9 hot sauce, and extra sugar. It was the most horrifying baby blue concoction Tim had ever seen. It looked like a normal soda but it was liquid death.

And Tim wanted to try it next.

(A drink that would cause a small Victorian child to disintegrate)

[honeyjynxxed]

DeadTired Draft

"You're very good at pretending to be a shadow."

Tim's voice shook Danny from his quiet note taking and he looked up at his study partner with furrowed brows and confusion on his face. "I'm sorry?" It was as much a question as it was an apology which meant it was neither really.

Electric blue eyes pinned him in place, and Tim looked at Danny as if he had just said the sky was green. "If I had not been partnered with you in our ecology class I wouldn't know you exist. No one at this school knows you exist besides the staff and even then you're a name to a face to a grade. Nothing else. You're very good at pretending to be a shadow, a bodiless thing gliding along the edges of society."

Danny bit his lip slightly, mulling these words over. Tim was right of course, he never allowed himself to make waves, he stuck to the background of any place he was in, and really he was surprised that he wasn't more noticeable with how often Tim Drake-Wayne was his study partner. "I guess...I've never really like attention anyway. Why, you stalking me, Drake?" He raised a brow at the other boy, attempting to hide his confusion behind snark. He hardly ever used Tim's last name, either of them, but this seemed like an appropriate time to do so.

"Hiding something, Nightingale?" Tim snarked back but there was a bit of genuine questioning under his tone that had Danny tensing up in his sit, gripping his pencil a little too tightly in his left hand. "I can only contact you through your student email, you don't have a phone number or a phone period as far as I can tell, you have a laptop that barely works and seemingly requires a blood sacrifice to do the most basic of tasks. You live on campus but you never let me see your dorm, you never agree to meet me anywhere but the library on campus and I just-" He lets out a heavy sigh and runs his hands through his hair and suddenly Danny is a lot less tense in his seat. When Tim's eyes settle on him again there's genuine concern there and it breaks his heart. "I am worried. Daniel Nightingale doesn't exist outside of this college and it makes me think you're running from something or someone. If that isn't the cause then by all means please tell me I'm overstepping but Danny..." Tim reaches across the table that separates them and grabs at his free hand. "If you need help I'm here, ok?"

And oh...oh Danny's core positively sings in his chest at the admission. Protection was a major obsession for Danny and the way Tim talked, the way he explained his thought process, it made Danny feel warm and fuzzy inside despite the permanent chill in his body. Tim wanted to protect him and wasn't that so sweet? "I-" Danny stuttered before a sad smile was spreading across his lips and he gave the boy's hand a gentle squeeze. "I appreciate that but unless you have a way to somehow get an entire government organization disbanded and legislature revoked then I'm afraid this is out of your ballpark."

And really, Danny should've known better than to open his fat mouth. He should've known that the Fenton luck would bite him in the ass with his first real friend since Sam and Tucker. Tim may have dropped the conversation after that but by no means had he dropped the topic entirely. No instead apparently he had somehow gotten into contact with the Justice League because less than two weeks later Batman, Red Robin, Superman, and John Constantine of all people were waiting for him inside his dorm when he got back from a late night of studying.

What.

The.

Fuck.