#Dpxdc

[terrestrialnoob]

"Hey, Bats, can I have a word?" John asked as everyone started filling out of the meeting room.

Batman gave him the side eye. "You don't usually come to meetings."

John raised his hands in surrender. "Caught me, I'm really here to ask you a favor."

Batman looked over by the door, where it looked like Superman, Wonder Woman, and the Flash were there waiting for him. But, he turned back to John and asked "What do you want?"

John tried not to cringe at the tone in his voice, telling himself that's just what a tired after meeting Batman sounded like. "I need help with a puzzle box."

John pulled said box out of his coat pocket and held it up for Batman to take, but the man examined it closely without touching it. "What's in it?"

"A world-ending weapon, probably. There's like, a 10% chance it's a world-ending monster." John helpfully provided.

"And you want to open it..."

"Yeah..." John sighed then explained, "It's part of a pair, with this-" John pulled a gear shaped dial puzzle out of his pocket. "But, since I solved this one, that one wont work for me."

"Why do you want to open it?"

"Because, whoever solves the puzzles control it."

"But you've been magically locked out of solving this one." Batman pointed at the box still in John's hand.

"Yeah, so I need someone good at solving puzzles -you- and who's dabbled enough in magic to effect the box -you again- and who I trust not to use whatever's in it to destroy the world."

Batman gave him the patented bat-interrogation glare. "You still haven't explained why you want to release this weapon."

"It's a fail safe. Like the two keys thing governments put in front of their nuclear bombs. According to the texts I read, this isn't the only way to release the whatever-it-is, but once we solve both these puzzles, you and I will have control of it and absolutely no one else can get it." John wiggled the box at Batman. "We do this now, we don't have to pray I can track down all the alternate methods, and neither of us can use it without the other's permission."

Batman closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "You're certain this is the best method to ensure the safety of as many people as possible?"

"Yep."

"And you're certain I'm the right person you want as the other half of your fail safe? Not another magic user?"

"I feel the degree of separation will be useful in determining what situations call for using a world-ending weapon."

Batman let another deep sigh and took the puzzle box.

"You two staying late?" Superman asked as John and Batman sat back down at the table. Him, Wonder Woman, and the Flash came over to check on them.

"Sorry, we can get dinner together another time." Batman said without taking his eyes off the box. Each side had nine squares, each with a rune on them that glowed when pressed. There was a pattern, John was sure, but after he'd solved the dial puzzle, the runes where blurred and the squares didn't light up when he pressed them.

"How long do you think your puzzle thing will take?" Flash asked, looking over Batman's shoulder as he seemed to solve the puzzle quickly. Or so John hoped, again, he couldn't actually see what kind of progress Bats was having.

"Ten minutes, tops." Nightwing interrupted. Batman did glance at him, but then went right back to work on the box. "We still have plenty of time to go to Bobby's before closing."

"I thought you had better things to do?" Superman asked.

"And pass up on burgers with you? Never." Nightwing said with a wink. "Is John joining us when this is done?"

"I'll have to take whatever comes out of the box back to the house of Mystery." John said, though burgers did sound good at the moment.

Silence lapsed into the room as they watched Batman work. And ten minutes later, it was done. The puzzle box glowed and one of it's faces folded into itself, leaving a hole shaped just like the gear puzzle. Batman held it out and John dropped the gear into it. The room filled with a bright flash, and once it faded, sitting on the conference table between John and Batman was a toddler. He had black hair and bright blue eyes and freckles scattered across his face. He reached out a little hand towards them and started babbling.

"Fuck."

[stealingyourbones]

A story based on the parallels between Superman and Phantom’s secret identity and why it works so well: no one assumes they have a secret identity in the first place.

[nightingale-prompts]

The Green Ribbon-DCxDP Prompt

(Yes this is based on the story of the same name)

Tim can't handle not knowing. It was his fatal flaw. Like Odysseus and his hubris or Heracles and his wrath. Tim's curiosity would be his downfall.

So when he met a boy in class who had a striking green ribbon that wrapped around and around his neck, he wanted to know why. It wasn't not simple accessory as the only thing that changed was how it was tied in its bow.

And he never took it off.

When Danny arrived at the school it was a transfer mid-school year and everyone was drawn to the ribbon on his neck. Then it was forgotten because this is Gotham, it was best not to question.

Though others thought it was a fashion statement that caught on.

Still Tim began getting closer to him to ask why. He never got an answer but a shrug and said it's not important. Over and over Tim tried to find an answer but his investigation found nothing.

"If it's a scar, it's fine. I won't judge." Tim said comfortingly.

"It's nothing you need to worry about," Danny said not confirming or denying it.

"I got you a ribbon. Do you want to try it on?" Tim said holding up a red ribbon he had picked out just for Danny.

"I like the one I have. But I'll gladly take it." Danny said.

The next day Danny began wearing a braided red, black, and green ribbon on his arms. Those also became a trend.

"I'm going swimming with my brothers this weekend. Do you wanna join." Tim asked believing Danny would have to take off the ribbon.

Danny agreed but he spent the day in the shade with his baby sister who romped about in the sand. Around her neck was another green ribbon tied in a pretty bow on the back of her neck like a kitten given as a Christmas gift.

"Sorry Tim, I don't do well in the sun. I burn easily. Elle doesn't like being submerged in water so I have to keep her company." Sanny said as his sister flopped on his lap while he scrolled on his phone.

Dick didn't ask questions as he wished Tim luck with his new but strange boyfriend.

"He's kind of cute. And he's caring at least." Dick said.

Tim didn't listen because Dick had a taste for those who weren't totally normal.

Damian didn't care because as mysterious as it was he was more interested in snorkeling. Also, Elle asked him for some discarded seashells and that was his current mission on getting for her. They were going to build the most impressive sandcastle with them later.

Jason didn't say much since he was riding a jetski in the distance.

Later, at the end of the day Danny tired to clean the sand off his sister as she refused to get wet. Elle hated the friction on her skin and wouldn't let him get the sticky sand off.

Tim took this as a sign. They avoided water like the plague. In fact Danny never drank anything.

Jason eventually picked up Elle under her arms and carried her to the water and dunked her in the water for a second as she avoided the water like a cat. Then it was over and she was fine as Jason put her down. She stuck her tongue out and sprinted back to Danny who toweled her off.

Then the day ended and Tim was no closer to the answer.

Eventually they started dating and Tim hoped he'd be closer to knowing.

Then one evening while Danny was sleeping next to him Tim's curiosity consumed him. Tim pulled on that damned green ribbon until it came loose. It wasn't the right thing and he planned to apologize over and over to Danny.

Tim's face turned white when a thud echoed in the bedroom as Danny's head rolled off the bed and hit the ground.

[plagueislost]

turns out touching random summoning circles is a great way to summon random entities. who woulda thunk it?

[demonic0angel]

Batman investigates an underground meta fighting ring, only to discover the Dr.s Fenton both fighting as a masked wrestling duo. (Jazz suggested they do "normal, non ghost couple activities", and this was the result.) Dan and Danny are in the crowd cheering them on.

Signal frowned softly at Batman, as they both snuck into the hidden area.

“Are you going to arrest them? This group is actually one of the more fun ones without anyone being trafficked or captured.”

Batman sighed. Signal was an amazing vigilante, but it couldn’t be denied that he was soft when interacting with other metas.

Still, since Signal was his precious ward, Batman decided to comply and nodded once.

They walked inside of the arena, which was absolute chaos. The people fighting in the middle were a couple, one big and one small, against three other people in a strange martial arts-wrestling style fight.

It was interesting, but Batman was busy cataloguing everyone there, who were cheering and screaming and watching the fight.

However, he was quickly surprised.

Batman was shocked the moment he was spotted. He had been hiding in the darkness with Signal’s powers and wasn’t supposed to be seen, but a random boy from the crowd suddenly stood up and pointed at him, screaming, “Run!! It’s the police!!”

Everyone immediately scrambled for the exits in a panicked stampede.

The couple that were in the middle of the arena paused, looked at each other, and then left to run up the stairs and grab the boy that had been able to find him. They were followed by a tall, red haired woman who grabbed a smaller girl, and another man who was frowning as the family of 6 then left.

Batman was left with no answers and now, an empty meta fighting ring.

Signal whistled, impressed. “Damn. That was fast. I bet that boy was a meta too, huh?”

Batman pinched his nose and sighed.

He put his hand to his ear and called out to the comms, “Oracle, call everyone else. All hands on deck for this. We have an entire crowd of metas roaming around Gotham right now. Just find them and keep track of them, no need to take them down.”

Then Batman paused, with Signal’s eyes on him. He then continued, “And find me a family of six. Two brunette or red haired women, the rest are all dark haired, one girl, two men and a boy. Keep an eye out for those six.”

[stars-obsession-pit]

John Constantine had had to fake a marriage with a powerful magical entity to get out of a tight spot. He chose the Ghost King. After all, it’s not like Pariah Dark could contest it from within his sarcophagus

It still hadn’t been a great idea, but hey. It worked. The marriage contract document he’d magicked up had managed to convince them he was telling the truth.

And he thought that’d be the end of it.

But as his gaze met a pair of glowing green eyes from across the dim evening light of his motel room, he realized with mounting horror how wrong he had been.

Even if the man’s aura hadn’t given it away immediately, the ghostly flaming crown atop his head left no room for question.

His information had been wrong. Pariah wasn’t the Ghost King anymore. And whomever this new king was, he had come to take revenge for Constantine’s lies.

He was fucked. And sadly not in the fun way, an unhelpful part of his brain commented, staring appreciatively at the king’s superlative form

Maybe, maybe, he could bargain his way out of this. But if the King attacked, he’d be snapped in half like a twig. Hell, the ghost might not even need to use his powers considering how muscular he was…

He tried to speak, to argue his case, but words failed. Of all the times to become tongue-tied...

The ghost seemed to notice his panic, and grinned. Then, in a teasing voice, he asked, “What? Is it really so strange to see your husband in your bedroom?”

Constantine’s whole face turned scarlet.

The ghost chuckled.

Yep. He was beyond fucked.

[ourrechte-blog]

A Funny Take On Summoning Danny, featuring another crossover

You've seen this. Danny gets summoned by the JL or JLD and they make demands. Now here's the humorous take, guest starring...

Danny looks at the assembled people outside the summoning circle that bound him to the location

Danny: I will not speak to you without my lawyer present

Superman: Son, that's not how this works

Danny: I will not speak to you without my lawyer present

Constantine: Kid, you can't just ask for a ghost lawyer—

A pink and green portal opens up and out comes a teen wizard with pink robes and green pants

Wizard teen: My client will not be taking questions until we establish exactly why he's being detained

Flash: Who are you?

Wizard teen: Timmy Hartman, his lawyer. Now, shall we proceed or shall I rescue my client from his unlawful detainment?

[corkinavoid]

From the passenger seat of the car, Bruce watches Vladimir Masters press the 'end call' button without so much as a change to his expression. He contemplates letting the matter rest - this is none of Brucie Wayne business, really - but he can't. Public persona be damned.

"Do you get a lot of prank calls like this?" He still threads carefully, though. Needless to say, in Gotham, one can never be sure if it's a prank or not, so that is going to be his next question.

However, Vladimir just waves him off.

"No, this is the second or third time," he answers, and then snorts a short, slightly condescending laugh, "Besides, I'm afraid this was not a prank."

...That was supposed to be Bruce's line. He takes in a breath.

"So, your son-"

"Will be perfectly fine, if late for dinner," finishes the man for him, a bit irritated. But then, he blinks, and his face twists in sudden understanding as he briefly glances at Bruce, "Are you worried?"

"I-" He starts but cuts himself off, making his best 'I am naive but I care a lot' expression, "I imagine I'd have quite a fright if it was one of my boys." That's polite enough, isn't it?

Masters hums thoughtfully, not taking his eyes off the road, and then reaches towards his phone again, turning it on.

"Call Daniel," he commands, and a few dial tones later, someone picks up.

"Not a good time, Vlad," the voice sounds annoyed, but definitely belonging to a teenager. It's a bit staticky, though, must be something wrong with reception.

"Our dinner host is concerned for your well-being, little badger, be nice," the man chastises with a quirk of his lips, and the kid - his son, presumably, groans. "You're on speaker."

There's a dull thump on the other end of the line, then a distant whimper and some clattering.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wayne, I'll be on time," Daniel reassures with a slightly fake cheer, "I've heard good things about your- Yeah, okay, you can try, but it won't work," he suddenly deadpans, his words followed by a few gunshot sounds and then a scream. Not Daniel's scream, however, it sounds further away and lower. "See?" The kid asks, unperturbed, "Amateurs, honestly, these are not even silver. Where was I? Oh, right, your son spoke highly of your butler's cooking skills, I wouldn't miss that."

The unfazed, flippant maner of his speech, together with the background noises, reminds Bruce too much of his own kids. No wonder why they became friends with Daniel.

"That's good to hear," he offers, smiling and making an effort to sound relieved and not alarmed, "I'll be seeing you soon, then. Take care."

"Sure will, thanks!" Daniel responds, and Bruce can pretty much hear him grinning, "I gotta take care of something else first, though, sorry. Vlad, do you mind hanging up? My hands are full."

Masters rolls his eyes as he stops at the red light. "Use more of them," he advises offhandedly, and then narrows his eyes all of a sudden, "You haven't ruined your shirt yet, have you?"

"...Uh," comes a hesitant, sheepish reply, and then there's shuffling, and the call is ended from Daniel's side.

The light turns green. Vladimir sighs.

"Seems like I made a good call when I brought a spare outfit."

Bruce considers asking how often things like this happen if the man even thought to do such a thing. Yet, instead of that, he simply smiles, "If you hadn't, I'm sure one of my sons wouldn't have minded sharing. They do that quite often."

Vladimir Masters curtly laughs at that.

Bruce feels like this friendship is going to be a lot more exciting than expected.

"We have your son."

"My condolences. Please try to die quickly, his dinner's almost ready."

[nightingale-prompts]

A continuation of this

Danny: I got another movie for us!

Tim: Danny, I love you so much...but I can't take another sad movie.

Danny: But it's really good and it has a good ending.

Tim: Really?

Danny: It's about a boy and his dog. You see his dog dies-

Tim: Danny no.

Danny: Let me finish! The dog dies but meets another boy who's a ghost on the other side. It beautiful story about a dog who goes back and forth to keep his friend safe. The two boys become friends and unravel the truth behind the ghost boy's death. Come on Tim...I worked hard on this one.

Tim: Fine, but only if I can sucker everyone else to watch it with us.

(Danny doesn't consider death to be a sad part of a movie or a bad ending.)

[demonic0angel]

Danny: where the hell is my hoodies? I just bought a new one after the last one went missing!

Meanwhile, at Wayne Manor.

Tim: hey Cass, who’s hoodie is that?

Cass, currently wearing who knows how many hoodies: …nobody’s

Part 2

Danny: Muahahah! Finally! My trap is almost complete! I’ll soon find out who’s taking my hoodies…

Danny: *turns around to look for something* now where is that thing…

Cass: *cartwheels into the room, snatches the hoodies, and then jumps out the window. Everything is done silently*

Danny: Found it!

Danny: *turns around* Now I just have to—

Room: *empty of his hoodies again*

Danny:

Danny:

Danny: what thE FU—!!?!

[nightingale-prompts]

OMG U KNO WHAT THE MIXED SIGNALS STUFF REMINDS ME OF?? MASOCHISM TANGO!!

THIS SONG!!

The Masochism Tango

Danny: *serenading Tim from outside his window*

Tim: *loading a crossbow*

(Yeah, I see it)

[wemlygust]

Unfortunately, I think my first one may have been Harry Potter? It kinda depends on how you're counting fandom; I neither wrote nor read fanfic for that at the time, but I think I was imagining fandom-type scenarios in my head.

Otherwise, I guess it might be the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe/movies), because that might be the first one I really dove into on ao3.

But tbh it's hard to just name one, because I have always been a fandom nomad. I got into fandom for fandom's sake, kinda, and I would read fanfic from almost anything, including random shows I hadn't (and haven't) ever seen. I still do that.

My current main fandom though is definitely Danny Phantom x DC Comics crossovers specifically.

So, for my AU assignment, I get either:

Danny Phantom x DC Comics x Harry Potter

Which is… very weird, but totally workable, honestly. Just make Harry Potter the Master of Death, then either make Danny the Ghost King, and have the two mutually concern/alarm each other while they both concern/alarm the bats, or do whatever with Danny while having Master of Death Harry be part of Justice League Dark, probably trying to collaborate with John Constantine (they either get along just fine, or are actually friends, or they mutually despise each other, I think).

Danny Phantom is already a fandom that is smooshed together with everything else, and especially DC Comics---so much so that people who read a lot of DC Comics fanfic sometimes just assume Danny is a DC character, or so I hear at least. And even the Danny Phantom only fics are usually so chock full of elaborate fanon content (Wes Wesley, ghost cores, obsessions, fanon-typical vivisection, the ghost king, even haunts I think? and Red Huntress's entire hero name, and etc). So adding 1 more fandom to that stew pot is no biggie, in my opinion.

My only objection is terf-shaped. :/

Unrelated, it has just occurred to me that Master of Death abbreviates to "MoD". Like a forum mod. Heh. Something-something make a joke about that involving Tucker and Technus. Have the Master of Death actually be the Mod of Death; he's just an administrative official of some kind (it's not even clear to him, perhaps), and the Master of Death stories in HP canon were just exceedingly exaggerated/mostly wrong.

P.S. just because, let's also have Vlad, or literally whoever, clone Harry several times. So we can have like 6 Harry's running around in the DCU, plus also Danny Phantom. Perfect. :)

As for Marvel, there are loads of Danny Phantom x DC Comics x Marvel fics already. That's basically just normal fic, not a candidate for the "terrible, terrible au" category.

So maybe just chuck Marvel in with Harry Potter and have DP x DC x MCU x HP all-in-one. Just, like. Have Dr. Strange drop in on whatever Justice League Dark, John Constantine, and Harry Potter are doing (probably relating to Danny Phantom and/or the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms in some fashion).

If more over-the-topness is needed, in order to be truly a "terrible, terrible au," then:

add Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians, and even add a fusion version of the Rise of the Guardians Santa combined with the DC one that died that one time apparently. Maybe DC Santa who died that one time is a halfa. Maybe Frostbite is Santa. Maybe both. So many options!

Also I think Rudolph should be a Green Lantern or something. Complete with ridiculous Green Lantern outfit. His Lantern Ring can be a sleight collar, or just, like, a ridiculously festive little wreath on one of his antlers.

add Midoriya Izuku (of My Hero Academia) because he's everywhere except, seemingly, DCxDP fic. So, into this pot he goes too, I guess. Yolo.

Add the Elric Brothers from Fullmetal Alchemist, because I want to. Then like halfway through the story, toss in a disgruntled Mustang who is looking for them; he enters stage left juuuuust in time to walk into the most whack scene possible.

Add the Magic School Bus and the associated kindly elementary school teacher, because I still think it's hilarious to mix that with DPxDC. She can have a little sideplot romance with Mr. Lancer in the background.

Add Hiccup and Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon because Danny Phantom x How to Train Your Dragon seems to have gotten more popular lately, but usually Danny is added to HTTYD rather than the other way around.

The "problem" is it's just way too easy to plug anything and everything into Danny Phantom. xD

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au

[theglamorousferal]

Incorrect DPxDC quote:

Jason: *learns he has contaminated ectoplasm and an only partially formed ghost core* can I get that in writing?

Frostbite: Certainly!

Later

Jason: *rolls up to the Batcave where everyone is meeting* GUESS WHAT? I DID come back wrong.

Dick: Jaybird, no you didn’t-

Jason: *slams doctor’s note on the meeting table* GHOST DOCTOR SAYS SO!

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Field trip.

Some people would call gothamites petty, but given that most of the USA population treated them as scum, they believed that their behavior was justified.

They didn't like tourists, to put it mildly. Therefore, after learning that in their city were people on a field trip from Amity Park who could not leave Gotham for several days due to weekly escape from Arkham, the news channel immediately decided that a short interview from the guests would definitely amuse the locals. The reaction of outsiders never ceases to be ridiculous.

Reporter: ~Good afternoon~ Gotham News! May I ask you to share what you liked most about our wonderful city?

Mr. Lancer*still in a cold sweat and looks at every passerby as a potential villain*: Uh, no, me..It's so unexpected. Well, first of all, people here are very…

Danny *is high after the tasting samples Dr. Crane gave him for free and is extremely eager to share his happiness with others*,* picks a microphone*.

Danny: Gotham is the best city in the world! Like seriously, damn, I'd like to die here. Although there are constant shootings somewhere, half the time people don't even shoot at me! I haven't been this relaxed since middle school! And in the evenings, there is often such a pleasant scent of fear and despair on the streets. This fear toxin of yours is a real miracle! It's sooo good!

Sam *decides to take the initiative in her own hands before Fenton says too much*: Personally, I am very pleased with the number of green spaces you have in your city. It's nice to see that here eco-activists are really being listened to. Also, the fact that most restaurants have a thoughtful menu for vegetarians left a very pleasant impression.

Dash in his favorite T-shirt "it's not gay if he's dead": Four words. Hips of Red Hood. The fact that it is not marked in the guidebook as the main attraction of the Crime Alley is a real crime. This dude clearly never skips leg days. My respect.

Tucker: What can I say? The speed of internet here, even during villains attacks, is absolutely  unbelievable. I don't want to leave this place.

Jazz: I love Gotham! Finally, I was able to buy all the works published by Dr. Harleen Quinzel. *girl picks up an impressive stack of books* For some reason, they are not available online.

The camera points at a red-haired guy with a twitching eye.

Wes: I'm 85% sure Bruce Wayne is Batman. I have a proof and I am ready to provide it.

A girl with a "Good Guess" pin from Riddler enters and takes camera away from conspiracy theorist.

Star: Sorry, he slipped out at night and went to look for problems. Again. Don't pay any attention to him. He's always like this when he drinks more than two energy drinks in a row.