#Ellie is a little shit

[bet-on-me-13]

Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 18: i'm anything but tame

"Don't tell me it's not fair. Believe me, I've been there. Bittersweet my renegade and I'm anything but tame. Oh, I hate to tell you this way. VIllians aren't born, darlin' we're made."  -Villians Aren't Born (They're Made) by PEGGY

Regent masterlist Mundane Macabre Part 17 AO3

Council of Uncaged Birds group chat [User Pharaoh has changed group name to Summon the Fraid Council] Summon the Fraid Council group chat Pharaoh-Tech: Phantom giw left AP InfiniteStarPrince: but thats good??? Queen_Regent: Where did they go? 

Dame_Asphodel: Phar tracked them far as NJ but the green says they are close to you.  Pharaoh-Tech: did some digging the bomb = not giw InfiniteStarPrince: yeah no gross ecto Queen_Regent: too subtle, not the usual guns blazing style.  InfiniteStarPrince: Oh.  Dame_Asphodel: Why Regent then? Queen_Regent: Who knows Phantom and I outside our night lives? Pharaoh-Tech: will dig more oracle tried 2 hack me Queen_Regent: Did you make contact? Dame_Asphodel: isnt Oracle a bat ally? Pharaoh-Tech: probably back hacked some files theres a file on Regent InfiniteStarPrince: why would BBB not have 1 on her??? Dame_Asphodel: BBB? Queen_Regent: Big Bad Bat. Batman. InfiniteStarPrince: yeah why wouldnt he have 1 on a meta Queen_Regent: he thinks is one Pharaoh-Tech: it has UR REAL NAMEE Queen_Regent:  I told him. InfiniteStarPrince: yeah, R let me know Dame_Asphodel: why? Pharaoh-Tech: u kidding i worried for nothing?!?! Queen_Regent: I’m dating Red Hood Dame_Asphodel: What happened to Jason? InfiniteStarPrince: him too Pharaoh-Tech: wat???? InfiniteStarPrince: R met his family 2 Pharaoh-Tech: hol up !?!?!?! u tellin me RH = JT?? Queen_Regent: Can’t confirm or deny Pharaoh-Tech: imma lay down head hurts Dame_Asphodel: That does make me think R Queen_Regent: that one of RH’s enemies tried to kill two birds with one bomb InfiniteStarPrince: oh snap plot twist Dame_Asphodel: who though?  Queen_Regent: RH is a crime lord Dame_Asphodel: who took on black mask Queen_Regent: I don’t want to do anything without proof

InfiniteStarPrince: black mask? Dame_Asphodel: crime lord got ass kicked by RH literally has a black mask as a face InfiniteStarPrince: so looking for one (1) ugly bastard Queen_Regent: evidence first. can’t execute mortal with zero InfiniteStarPrince: realm laws suck Dame_Asphodel: yet you’re still gonna be king sucks to suck Queen_Regent: For now i’ll ask RH for info he’s mad about the bomb worried I couldve been hurt InfiniteStarPrince: gross Dame_Asphodel: and after? Queen_Regent: well we’ll cross that bridge when we get there Dame_Asphodel:  I think you mean burn it Queen_Regent: whatever comes first

GothicDame and JazzHands chat

GothicDame: does he treat you well? JazzHands: very 

GothicDame: good always need more fertilizer JazzHands: Never change

If she was anyone else, Ellie walking through Jason’s apartment door with a dirty shovel over her shoulder while whistling a jaunty tune would have raised some concerns for the older Nightingale. Jazz decided to settle for fond exasperation over annoyance at her little sister’s literal (albeit forewarned) shovel talk, even though the aforementioned shovel was suspiciously covered in bloody dirt. 

However, any annoyance died and went to the realms when Ellie stood face to chest with Jason, one hand on her hip, shovel still over her shoulder and gave him a once-over. A four-foot-six teen standing off against her six-foot even boyfriend should not be allowed to be so comedic. 

“So, you’re the-“

“Red Hood.” 

“I was gonna say undead weenie, but that works too I guess.” 

It was just so ridiculous that Jazz couldn’t help but laugh at the two. Jason and Ellie spared her confused looks at her laughter, but didn’t comment as Danny entered the apartment as well, only he had an ecto smoothie in one hand and a bucket of popcorn in the other. The future Ghost King didn’t seem all that concerned about the scene he walked into, only pausing long enough to ask-

“Did I miss anything?” 

[I'm so glad to post a new part to the Regent! If you weren't aware, this also now lives on AO3.]

[bumblepony]

So I gathered together the lovely little story that @clickergossip and I have been working on for the last couple of days and put it up on AO3.

[kashlyn]

Elicium supreme 🛐

DC/DP Crossover Idea #62

After a stinging conversation with Bruce, Damian decides that the best course of action for himself is to pack up and run away since he can’t stay at the Manor and he absolutely cannot go back to the League.

Which…leaves him two choices: either go off by himself or….

Sigh.

• • •

Damian glared at his reflection in a window as he impatiently listened to the dial sound that came from the payphone he stood at. He hitched the collar of his jacket higher as he discreetly glanced around him.

He didn’t have many options left after he decided to leave the Manor and the Waynes’ (it was for the best) if he had, Damian wouldn’t have dared to contact him.

Maybe it was just the anxiety and fear that he would also turn his back against Damian

Finally, just as Damian was about to slam the phone back into its place, a voice spoke. A familiar one that made his face scrunch up.

“Fenton household. This is Danny speaking.”

“Tsk. Hello, Danyal.”

Damian jerked the phone away from his ear as a harsh static sound erupted from it but it disappeared just as quickly as it came, a silence taking over the filled Damian with anxiety anticipation.

“Oh. Hello, Damian. Been a bit hasn’t it?”

A bit is a light way to say it.

“It has.” Damian took a moment to check his surroundings again.

“Uh huh. So, why are you calling me? I didn’t think the heir would wish to speak to the little ol’ spare.” The words in on themselves were harsh and cruel, but there was a lightness to the way Danyal spoke which made Damian’s chest both loosen and tighten simultaneously.

He opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t find himself able to do so, instead making a soft choked sound as he tried to inhale discreetly but it came off too sharp. The phone made a crackling sound as the two brewed in the silence.

“…Damian? Are you okay?” Danyal voice finally broke through hesitantly, a mixture of unsureness and surprise concern hidden in the layers of his tone and the general poor condition this payphone was in. “What happened? Aren’t you supposed to be with Bruce?”

The mention of Bruce Father, Damian couldn’t stop the soft keening sound that escape him. He clasped his hand over his mouth but it was too late, Danyal had heard it.

“Damian- Brother. What the hell happened?” The words were harsher this time but they were not directed towards Damian, who didn’t flush in embarrassment at the moment of weakness as he took a breath to recollect himself.

“The League is gone, Grandfather is dead, and…I did not meet Father’s expectations.” Damian summarized quickly, unsure how much Danyal knew since he hasn’t been with the League in years.

It was silent for a moment. “I see.” Danyal replied in a neutral tone before growing quiet again, the static seemed to return but softer and more in the background.

“Brother, where are you?” Damian could hear the sound of his brother shuffling around as if looking for something and a feeling of relief hope swelled inside him as he swiftly recited his location.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt in Memes 5

Once more, have a prompt entirely in memes because I'm too lazy to properly write one right now lol.

[philophobic-honeybee]

spiderman isn’t just the stepdad… he’s the dad who stepped up!!!! (or, well… he’s trying at least)

pete and ellie belly for the soul (mine specifically)

[kettlefire]

As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)

Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.

No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.

No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.

Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.

Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.

His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.

All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.

The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.

One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.

It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.

The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.

That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.

It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.

Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.

Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.

Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.

Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.

He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.

In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.

The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.

It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.

That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.

It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.

The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.

It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.

The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.

Lazarus pit green.

It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.

As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.

Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.

He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.

That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.

Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.

Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.

Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.

[cursed4myhubris]

Ellie escapes after the inator blows up but eventually comes back to check out Evil Inc. because Ancients are these two funny to watch. Meanwhile Heinz is confused why this kid keeps appearing in his Evil Lair(TM), she does give some useful suggestions for his inators. Where did she learn all this? And where are her parents?

Ellie "I don't have parents" Phantom: Well you see...

*one concerning conversation later*

Doof *+1 Daughter added to inventory*: Vanessa! Come meet your new sister!

Also Doof, the next day: - Now behold Perry the Platypus, the Adopt-inator! It will change all the records in the Tristate Area so that I have legal guardianship over my newest henchman, Ellie Doofenshmirtz!

*Camera cuts to Ellie standing under a spotlight wearing a too-big lab coat waving at Perry/the audience*

Perry just shrugs and pretends he hasn't already picked the lock on the trap.

DP x PnF Prompt 1

Doofinshmirtz: - and with my new Ghost Magnet-inator I shall ruin Roger’s haunted house and take over the Tristate Area and there is nothing you can do about it Perry the Platapus.

[inator activation noises]

Doofinshmritz: Mwahahaha!

[big clank]

Perry: ….

Doofinshmirtz: …

Perry: [platapus noises]

Doofinshmirtz: no, Perry the Platapus, I did not make a Little Girl Magnet-Inator

Ellie*stuck on a magnet*: … why is that platypus teal?

[emacrow]

When Diana and her twin Jason was born after her, Jason was left to be disposed off in Amazon, only for him to disappear a second later.

Clockwork saw the possibility and took the freshly wet newborn swapping him with The Fenton's stillborn.

For what he saw in the possibility of the future was nearly endless as he did what he had to do.. for the best outcome to come forth..

A pebble here, a rocket ship toy there, an inch of furniture moved then so that incident doesn't happen, a poster paper on that tree. Minor tiny changes to help bring the visual to the present.

All leading to clockwork giving 19 year old sleep deprived danny an small yet important task to deliver a scroll in another dimension leading up to his body regressed in that dimension timeline the moment he slipped in and out the portal.

Diana knew she had a twin brother out there.. and she was going to find him.

What she didn't know that he was literally falling into her arms, when she and Superman went to check on the Glowing lararus pit portal made near metropolis.

Tiny little boy who look completely tired as he went unconscious holding a purple and green scroll in his hands, wearing clothes 3 times his size.

[astrobei]

byler x jurassic park. thank you for your time.

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 19: wrapped in your regret

"I'll live now 'cause the bad die last. Dodging bullets with your broken past, wrapped in your regret. What a waste of blood and sweat." -Could Have Been Me by The Struts

Regent Masterlist Part 18 Mundane Macabre AO3

In exchange for not beating the ecto out of him (he does need it Ellie) Jason convinced the youngest halfa to join him for a night of “troll the bats”. If Jazz was a lesser woman, she might’ve been frightened by how many teeth Ellie’s grin displayed as she agreed. Jason didn’t seem all that worried though as he kissed her goodbye and left with both her siblings in tow, the menace she called Danny having invited himself to join the chaos.  

Though she was relieved that they seemed to find common ground, Jazz knew she was in for a nightly patrol by her lonesome as both her siblings (and her soulmate) rushed out as their alter egos to cause chaos for the rest of the batclan. Should she have been more concerned about the consequences? Probably. Relief won out. 

(That didn’t stop the Regent from hitting just a little harder on patrol.)  (Her worries were thankfully unfounded.) 

(If the pictures of a tireless Batmobile and a tire-throned Ellie were anything to go by.) 

While Jason was incredibly fond of Danny, the genius halfa one of the few people he knew he could trust to have his back and not stab him in it, Ellie was the mischievous little sister he never wanted (but would burn down Gotham for). Supposedly,  the fifteen year old was the clone of Danny- 

(If Jason had a nickel for every time he’d met a clone created to kill and replace their original, he’d have two nickels.) (Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird its happened twice.)

-though it took a few extra seconds for Jason to find the similarities between the two. It was easier to play ‘spot the difference’ between template and clone. Where Danny’s hair was raven’s wing black, Ellie had bathroom bleached hers to a shade off platinum blonde. If Danny’s aesthetic was tired nasa nerd with goth best friend then Ellie’s was punk rock death jokes meets cut-a-bitch feminist. Danny favored his red sneakers and denim jacket. 

Ellie’s leather jacket had clearly seen some shit. 

Despite the differences, the older halfa clearly loved his clone with the way he doted on her, had her back but still let her handle her own shit. Ellie was powerful but still young, still had time to grow up, to mature into adulthood and all that awaited her. 

Was that how siblings were supposed to act? 

Jason had witnessed how Jazz cared for Danny, in a semi-maternal fashion that proved just how skewed their relationship was. Hell, she’d been able to claim regency because the bond between them was more like mother and son rather than siblings. 

Dickwing was often like that with Damian, now that Jason examined their relationship with new lenses. Bruce had been lost in the time stream when Damian needed a strong guiding hand, but like always the Bastard Bat wasn’t there when he was needed the most. 

(Like a warehouse in Ethopia.) (Like when the bomb went off and he died) 

(where were you dad?)

It took a few moments for Jason to shake off the tension building in chest, the onset of a panic attack he now could recognize without the green tint off the Pit clouding his waking world. The shitty Gotham air helped ground him too, better than if he’d been in the Batcave or the Manor and he’s able to refocus his attention back on Jazz’s siblings. The two hadn’t seemed to notice his dissociation moment, attentively keeping an eye on the crowd below on street level. 

They’d been out for hours now, already having pranked Robin and Spoiler separately, but the two Halfas had been drawn to this crowd for some reason. 

The crowd was mostly made up of freaks and the stragglers of Joker’s Royal Flush, both gangs barely clinging to existence with the clown’s demise and the effectiveness of the Ridge vigilantes breaking the Freaks’ will to live. 

(Truly, the Bats should take notes.) 

Jason hadn’t really given much thought to the Royal Flush gang, not even before Joker’s head was claimed and mounted like a deranged trophy. They weren’t many in number, less than the twenty one the clown had capped out on, but they were dangerous as a group. Nothing for a bat to hesitate at, but still meant to be cautious about. 

It made sense for the Freaks and the Flush to join forces, strengthen in numbers, but the crowd had decided to test their luck by lingering far too close to the Ridge. 

Ellie liked Jason, sure, but she wasn’t quite sure what to make of his whole… thing.

She wasn’t exactly a fan of Red Hood, not like her Template was. There was appreciation that he cared for her elder sister and big brother so much, but she couldn’t help but be wary of how shadowy he was. 

The liminal had a shadow proto-core, newly healed, but the shadows that danced through the Spectral mist were creeping Ellie out. 

Too many for her to feel comfortable with him at her back. Force of habit thanks to her nomadic ways- never let the shadows escape your eyes, as she’s learned. 

Ever since she crossed paths with that witch-doctor over in Barcelona, the younger halfa’s core-ability had been out of whack. Stronger, weirder, and harder to ignore. 

Then again, she did possess the rarest shadow core variant, a mixture of light and dark Frostbite had called ‘dawn struck’. 

Danny called her Twilight Princess with zero hesitation. 

(So uncool for her emo punk image to be called a my little pony character.) 

(Even though she was, in fact, a Princess.) 

The ‘spectral mist’ was what Ellie had taken to calling the secondary plane she could peer into, the plane of existence that mediums and spiritualists could conjure glimpses of Ellie had full view access. 

It was creepy. 

The halfa had spent years traveling to haunted places, doing a medium’s job of communicating with the dead that haunt the living, trying to help where she could. 

(If anyone could understand being trapped, it’s Ellie.) 

Officially, Ellie had a good reputation among the paranormal community. She was well liked and well respected once people got past her age, known for her incredible third-eye and compassion for both the living and dead. She was regularly contacted for help, others wanting advice about what a spirit said or how to handle a particularly picky poltergeist. 

Unofficially? Ellie was serving her people, as their Wandering Princess should. That she helped the living was just a bonus, honestly. 

(Lie.)

(Ellie was the clone of a powerful protector spirit.)

(And a fledgling protector in her own right.)

(She would always feel compelled to help others.) 

Ellie had been aware of Jazz’s boyfriend thanks to Danny, her template eager to divulge the gossip about the once-revenant sharing their sister’s bed and proto-core warmth, but she hadn’t expected the revelation of soulmates being an actual thing- much less for the Red Hood to be Jazz’s other half. 

His shadows, the literal haunting of his regrets, almost blinded Ellie when she first laid eyes on the man. His victims, whether they were by his hand or not, shrouded his aura in inky midnight. 

“Hey Hood, isn’t that the Batmobile?” Her template, in his Phantom form, questioned and promptly drew Hood to confirm what he had spotted. The older vigilante leaned over the rooftop edge, his spectral mist unfurling in the barely perceptible breeze like a cloak draped behind his massive frame. 

(Like a bigger bat’s cape.) 

A shiver ran down her spine as Ellie made eye contact with the faint visage of a woman with pale grey-blue eyes and blonde hair. 

Yes, Jason had many regrets. 

He was perhaps the worst sort to be fate-matched with Jazz. 

But as he led her and her template down towards the infamous Batmobile, Ellie could understand how the two complimented each other. Jazz was protective and self-sacrificing to a fault, but had a heart for the hopeless and the damned. Jason, with his work as Red Hood, had decided to dedicate his life to making Crime Alley a haven instead of the desiccated remains of whatever hope it once held, willing to take the lives of those whose crimes had no chance for redemption. Both death-claimed liminals with so much regret on their hearts. 

(Was it sad that Jazz’s haunting regrets were few but so strong?) 

Jason Todd, the Red Hood, Avenger of the Forsaken. Jasmine Nightingale, The Regent, Protector of the Once and Future Star King. 

Protection and blind justice. 

(Not quite a hero, not yet a martyr.) 

Huh. 

By the end of what would've been Phantom's Witching Hours patrol, the Royal Flush/Freaks were beaten and potentially missing a few bones, the Batmobile had its four tires stolen and Ellie was glad she didn’t have to use her shovel on her future brother-in-law.

[transparentgayprotector]

Steph, breaking down the door to Wayne Manor: I SIRED A CHILD, AND NOW I'M A SEAHORSE MOM!

Ellie, being a little shit and not clarifying anything: Yeah dad had no idea I existed until I popped out!

Steph: OH MY GOSH!

Batfam: what is going on?? TF you mean your a seahorse mom?

Ellie: I came from Dad, Dad tried to find mom to let her know after getting it together because he had no idea I existed and didn't know how to care for me, but we figured it out! (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)

Steph, freaking out and trying to math how old Ellie is without asking: Cool cool cool cool cool... Why did he just leave you here?

Ellie: He said it wasn't safe at home anymore and I can't just wander around alone, but he'll make it safe then come and get me so I can!

Steph: Ahh okay.. *brain is not braining rn* Are you hungry?

Ellie: Can I have a grilled cheese with a hotdog, but make sure the hotdog doesn't but you, those bites hurt!

Steph: okay...

Batfam: WTF IS GOING ON STEPHANIE?!

writing prompt #4

Ellie (4 or 5 years old), is left at Steph's safe house with a note explaining why Danny (or template as Ellie likes to say whenever Steph says the name Danny) leaves her in her care. Steph wonders why she until she stares into Ellie's eyes and can see the same eyes of the guy who helps her at some point on her "journey" through Africa.

[andersonfilms]

#BRAINROT! — abby anderson x reader

abby never thought she would be so lucky to have an opportunity like this. the two of you were roommates, two peas in a pod unable to be separated until ellie had won your heart. filled with anguish, abby had tolerated your relationship for the past two years. putting on the bravest face, being supportive, letting you lean on her through the lows of ellie.

ellie wouldn’t see it this way.

your girlfriend, seemed to grow an ugly green head at the burly blonde’s wondering eyes. ellie had made her case many times, trying to convince you abby wanted more than to be your best friend during your relationship. she wants you. stupid, rage fueled arguments started by her always ended up with a curse of roommate’s name. all roads lead to abby, especially your big blow up fight a few nights ago.

ellie gave you an ultimatum, her or abby.

both of them were here at the new year’s eve party with jesse as rhetorical hosts and you decided to stew. angrily, bitterly stewing. ellie didn't have the right to push someone out of your life just because she felt jealous. someone you care about, one of the few people who fully understands, helped you through your lowest moments and ellie expected you to just cut ties, as if it’s easy. as if you want to.

ellie is sitting next to dina on the couch and abby just made her way outside on the patio to watch the fireworks. the god awful turning feeling growing in the bottom of your stomach, nerves boiling over as rhea adrenaline pumped through your veins because you knew.

you knew, you knew, you knew.

the person you couldn’t leave without, the answer became clear when forced upon you.

you watch the clock as it winds down.

11:57

she didn’t speak a single word all night. all you were welcomed with were puppy eyes and a bleeding heart each second you refused to talk with her. ellie’s green orbs caught wind of your own, looking at her. you know she loves you, even when she can’t help it when she becomes crazy jealous, only spurring out insane nonsense. in her own way, she does but the anger her father left is drowning you, making it inescapable. she wants you to come to her, you know she does. even if ellie is mean when she’s afraid, she irrevocably in love with you.

but you can’t. because ellie knew you better than you knew yourself. you knew she didn’t want to be, but her eyes filled with regret as yours resembled pity. it beamed as brightly as a full moon on a starless evening, tears in her eyes as you made yourself across the living room to the back door.

11:58

your senses are met with the smell of cigarettes and cheap tequila, but you see her sitting beside herself away from her friends. she’s on a bench swing, rocking her body weight back and forth. she looks perfect with a beanie as her locks lightly framed her chin.

she’s anxious, forefinger picking at the label in beer, condensation making it easy for it fall away. abby wonders if everything will leave just as easily, you mainly. tonight at least she does, you hadn’t spoken a word to anyone really. she wonders if she did something wrong, if she’s hurt you in any type of way. abby hopes she’s just in her head too much because she can’t stand the thought of you hurt at all, but especially by her hands.

abby is pouting so badly, she misses you going up to her. until your weight sends the swing moving slightly, before she digs her feet into the wooden planks. you grab a swing of her beer, a drink you ate but you’ll need all help you can get if you still want to follow through with this.

it isn’t because this is difficult, it’s the easiest thing you’ve done all year. it terrifies how quickly you made the decision once you picture a life without her. you can’t see one, it’s not a possibility at all.

11:59

“c’mon, what you are you doing out here? it’s almost midnight. go find ellie, bub. is everything good?” abby says, but you almost don’t catch a thing she’s saying. you’re looking at her lips, licking your own in anticipation.

“it’s cold, too. where’s you jacket?” abby doesn’t wait for you to respond. she peels of your bomber, wrapping it warmly over your shoulders.

“i guess, i don’t know, i got distracted. i’m perfectly fine, abby.” you say, getting lost in beautiful blues. never really appreciating them like you should. if she let you, from this moment on, you’d never stop.

you’re leaning in closer to her, right hand resting on her thigh, and abby’s more confused than ever.

“are you sure everything is alright? why aren’t you trying to find ellie?” abby furrowed her eyebrows, trying to put the pieces together but nothing was fitting.

“i know exactly where ellie is.”

“okay….” abby looked at you skepticism glazed over her face.

the people you love, friends and family, they start count down from sixty.

“can you tell me what’s going on?”

“ellie wants me to make a choice and i’m making it. so just, sit there, ring the new year by my side and let me, please?” you begged.

“she really said it’s me or her?” abby whispered out, trying to hide the small grin trying to break out. all you did was give a nod.

the counts come down to twenty when abby asks another a question. “your girlfriend of two years gives you an ultimatum, and you’re deciding to sit with me.” the blonde is having a hard time believing you, slowly putting the pieces together one by one.

“yeah, there’s isn’t anyone i’d rather be. it’s you abby, i-it always has been.” you move your head so you can look at her, the two of you are leaning in closer, it’s when you notice the love in her eyes. how deeply it flows and god you hope it flows all over you. maybe it’s been there all along, just waiting for you to be there, waiting for you to feel the first drop.

12:00

everyone’s cheering as abby’s lips meet yours and dear god are they perfect. luscious, bottom lip separates your own as her calloused hands cradle your face as she angles the kiss deeper. abby pulls you closer as she handles you with all love in the world. you forget where you are and you’re moaning into the kiss, allowing abby to slide her velvet tongue in your mouth, claiming you for the first time.

the moment she’s imagined is more perfect than she deserves but she takes it anyways. abby can’t believe it as she pulls away, forehead resting against her, looking at you like you just the placed the world in her hands. and in a way, you kind of did.

“if there was ever any doubt, it’s always been you, too. but, i’m pretty sure you already knew it. i’m not one for subtly.” abby kisses you once more, and now you know this is how it was always meant to feel.

[ratatatastic]

https://youtu.be/RbgDHyeQNdE?si=WXnghZZuAyvgumVL

Keith saying him and Matthews fiancé do the cooking for him and he just sits there and heckles them. So on brand.

"And how about your barbecuing skills? It looked like you knew what you were doing behind that grill!" "Well, Matthew is pretty useless so! Unlike Brady—Brady can, you know, does things on his own but Matthew likes when I'm down there so I do cook and his fiancée, Ellie, does a great job so. He just sits back and critiques us but forgets that we're the ones doing all the work for him. Which—hey! It was playoffs! I'll do anything for my children."

NHL Tonight: First Shift | 10.16.24 (x)

unfortunately tracks for him and im still crying into my hands its always the one who cant cook for shit thats the mouthiest about it

and considering this clip from faceoff it really does track

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 308

Honestly, Damian is so disappointed in his father right now. And his so-called siblings. The friends allies he had made over the years and he had been swapping multiple times, and still they hadn’t realized. Danyal was as pale as a corpse, closer to Drake for Pit’s sake! Jordan had red eyes! Elena was a girl! Respawn had white hair! Surely someone noticed- thank fuck, hello Todd, no he’s not on patrol, listen, listen, he needs you to know that Father? Blind. An idiot! The others more so! Yes yes, they’ve been doing their single-person trick, but surely someone should have caught on yes? And they haven’t- Oh? What a wonderful idea Akhi, he shall inform the others of this idea, the Lazarus waters do make dna testing quite hard to do. 

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Heheheh get ready for part 5 suckers~ this one has a special surprise at the end!

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All the Fenton's sat at a large table, or the very least all the ones related by blood or marriage. The rest of the mafia stood around them, mostly glaring at the two brats that made them go on a whole chase after them.

At the head of the table was Boss Vinnie, he was served first. To his right was Cassandra, her wife Lily, a burly man who looked more in place at a sailor bar then at a fancy table, and lastly an older woman with a hooked nose and black hair with grey stripes tied back in a bun.

To his left was Jordan next to Ellie, Danny, and Jazz, with Maddie and Vlad near by, at the other foot of the table was Jack sitting right in the line of sight of the big bad boss.

As everyone ate the only two making any noise or whispered conversation was Danny and Ellie, the latter still holding onto the cat she claimed as her's now. Feeling bored Jordan joined in.

"What are you two chatting about? Because if it's another plan to mess with people I want in~" he grinned evily, when Jordan heard how these two kiddos had caused the majority of the mafia to lose their heads by just playing it was the most entertaining thing he heard in months, and he wanted in on the chaos.

"No, but if we do have a plan you can be our side kick when we set it up" Ellie spoke matter of factly, which made Jordan bark out a laugh, he was already loving this bratty kid. "Then what are you two talking about?" He pressed.

"Well Danny got to mostly keep Cujo so I should be able to keep Alfie" she gestures to the cat in her arms.

"Nu-uh, I had to keep Cujo a secert while I trained him to not destroy everything in sight" Danny protested.

"Wait wait wait, who's Cujo?"

"Danny's dog, well kind of, He picked him off the streets, even though he claimed to be training him the dog still caused so much damage that now Danny's ex keeps trying to shoot him." Ellie said this like a little kid who didn't know when the shut up, but she knew what she was doing as she hid a smirk as she ate.

"Okay Firstly Cujo was still a puppy, secondly my ex still misses me, though her aim is getting better." Danny huffed before stuffing his mouth. Jordan had to try so hard not to roll on the floor laughing, his cousins son already has a dog he's not supposed to have and a killer ex? What a riot.

"Please, if that's the best you got kid your weak." This came from the burly man who sat across from Danny. "When i was your age I already had a name for myself and a string of ex's, I'm known as the Heartbreaker for one then one reason you know." The guy huffed back.

Ellie, sweet sweet Ellie, wasn't going to take that statement laying down, he just called her brother weak! "Oh yeah? Danny by the age of 14 was our town's number one meance and was called no good by two different mayor's! As for ex's he's got three, but he keeps being an on and off with two of them." She growled while almost standing in her seat.

Jordan was just giggling to himself as this drama unfolded. Danny quickly butts in again.

"Wait hey, I don't have three ex's, I only dated Valerie, who are you claiming are the others?!"

"Johnny and Kitty, you know the biker guy and chick you keep racing. Rumor is you guys keep breaking up then going back together, Ember said so." She grinned as she egged Danny on as he blushed from embrassment.

"I only dated kitty three weeks tops, she was just doing it to get back at Johnny, their the ones who keep breaking up then getting back together, Johnny only did it to get back at kitty once and that was two days tops." Danny protested.

"Ahem, Danny, Ellie, reamber your manners now" Jazz warned in a serious tone only a mother or older sibling could make, quickly both kids settled down and ate.

Jordan leaned into Boss Vinnie's ear to whisper something about calling dibs on first watch.

Afterwards things mostly settled down, dinner was finshed, some chatting was done between the grown ups about deals and what gangs to watch for, the younger ones mostly being gleard down by the older woman whenever Maddie or Jazz wasn't looking, yet she stayed silent like a disapproving teacher.

During this whole time Danny noticed their dad and Gruncle Vinnie were missing, neither showed up until it was time to go home.

Ellie fell asleep in the back still snuggled up to her new cat, Danny was still blushing and frustrated from being embarrassed, and Jazz mostly kept a stright face. None of the adults said a word as they re entered the house, it was pretty late, yet both Vlad and Jack went down into the basement while Maddie tucked her children into bed for the night.

Whatever the future may hold will be interesting.

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Damian was pacing around in a panic while Tim was typing hard on his computer.

Alfred the cat had been missing for two days, the thing is Tim had put both a tracker and a camera on the cat so he was desperately searching the files to find its last location.

The camera part was mostly because both him and Damian had watched a cute vedio about another owner putting a small camera on their pet to see what kind of trouble they got up too during the day and they wanted to try the same on the cat Alfred. But now it was a key tool in finding where he went off too.

Finally Tim got a hit and the latest recording was being uploaded now. Damian rushed to his side to see what was found.

Right now the old cat looked to be in a house in Crime Ally as it's latest location, but when they saw the vedio feed both boys froze at what they saw and over heard.

Tim rushed out of the room to get Bruce as his younger brother paused the vedio, right there were two kids, a boy about Tim's age and a young girl. Even with the camera being a bit staticie seeing the lazuiet pit eyes shook the young Robin to the bone.

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Wrote this while a bit tired but I hope you like it, feed back and any ideas are welcomed.

Jack Fenton is From Gotham, a Headcannon

CstSo, Jack Fenton, Big, caring, Dad Shaped Individual who cares about Family and his Profession and would more than likely choose family if things went Funky. The Guy who has ran through multiple walls and is capable of fighting Ecto beings BARE FISTED and winning. This guy, who just looks at the mayhem around him and goes “Ah, a peaceful day.” while Maddie is losing her entire god damned mind. You can only really get that sort of attitude about chaos in a few places, and I think Jack was born and raised in Gotham, and furthermore, I think his parents generation of Fentons lived in Crime Alley. 

The IDEAS this gives me, like in a reveal gone sideways with the GIW finding out Jack takes Danny and hides out in his childhood romping grounds and the people just go “Oh Hey, Jack’s back.” and they just melt into the underbelly of Gotham, no one really the wiser and the GIW constantly losing vehicles and Agents to the meatgrinder that is Crime Alley.

Give Me Jack Fenton who has SEEN SOME SHIT, Give me Jack Fenton who has DONE SOME SHIT. This man knows how to do a lot of things and the legality therein can get very Sketchy. Then give us the glory and horror of Gothamites slowly emigrating too/immigrating from Amity Park and it’s just like, That Explains A LOT.

I ran away with this, I shall now tag folks who I think would like this.

@stealingyourbones

@captain-krow-drozdov