#I don't talk much about Bruce (in a serious note) but I've always been fun of the way he speak

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Writing Bruce feels like herding a wild cat to a door with a broom but the door it's a metaphor of 'not being an asshole'.

Me, trying to write Bruce being emotionally open and mature: He would not fucking say that.

[ask-maxie-boy]

"I think its a good idea."

"Dick have you gone insane?!" Tim gives him a harsh glance over his mug, much less interested in the laptop he had been looking at.

"We go under cover all the time!" Dick nonchalantly argues, putting his feet on the coffee table. "Infiltration is part of the game! How is this any different?"

"How is this- Dick, its the Goon Union! Yknow, the union of people whos faces we've been beating in for the past… however many years!"

[This is part 2. Part 3 can be found here]

"And stealing bones"

"And stealing bones, thank you Damia- wait what?" Tim looks to where Damian was standing, only to see empty space.

"Aw c'mon Timmers, it'll be fun! I hear they have tee-shirts and baseball caps"

"Dick, if you come back wearing a Goon Union-"

"Goonion"

"A Goon Union baseball cap, I swear to god."

"its just recon! I'm not actually gonna join the Goonion." He waves a hand dismissively, while Tim's eye twitches in annoyance. "Besides, Bruce said he wanted more information, right? What better way than from the horse's mouth?"

"He wants more information on Danny, the unknown meta who we still cant find legal identification of any kind for."

"You really think I'm not gonna get a DNA sample while I'm there?"

"Considering what happened after my interview? Yeah, I dont think you are!"

Dick got his feet off the table, and sat up a bit straighter. "...What happened after your interview?"

"Well, I got some hairs, got a stealthy blood sample"

"As you do"

"And when I went to check them out, all I found was a note in my pocket that says 'consent is king' and a little frowny face."

"Oh so he caught you. Nice try Timber."

"They were still there 30 minutes after Danny had left. I didn't lose them until I was in the cave"

"...Oh. Shit."

"This is serious, Dick! What if our identities are compromised?"

"Well, in section C23 of the Goonion Handbook, it says that revealing legal names of other goons, regardless of importance of the person the name is revealed to, can lead to severe penalties."

Tim's mouth hung open. Dick raised an eyebrow.

"Dick."

"Tim."

"Have you been reading the Goon Union handbook?"

"Have you... not?"

"No I haven't been reading the fucking handbook! I've had a legally nonexistent meta who's been stirring up shit in Gotham's underbelly I've been looking for! I don't even know his last name!"

"Daniel James Fenton."

Tim blinks. "...Excuse me?"

"Daniel James Fenton. Its right there on page 2, he's one of the authors." Dick pulls out the cheaply-bound book Daniel had gifted them and flips it open. "See? Right there."

Tim stares at the page, the name clearly printed there mocking him. He reaches for his phone, only to see someone is already calling.

"Oracle."

"Ooh! Put it on speaker phone!"

"Daniel James Fenton, born April 3rd, 1990, in Amity Park, Illinois. Cant find any info on job history, nor a current place of residence. In fact, I cant seem to find anything more than a change of residency, and that was when he was 16. Either someone's trying to hide his existence, or this isn't our guy."

"Anything else interesting?" Tim asks. "Criminal record, notable connections...?"

"Seems like hes got some tow in the wildlife preservation community. Looks like he saved an endangered species by accident for a school project... Oh, here's something. Seems like he has some kind of connection with Vladimir Masters, CEO and Founder of D.A.L.V Co."

"...Dalv co?" Dick asks with a slight grin.

"Yes."

"As in-"

"As in Vlad spelled backwards, yes."

"Fantastic," Tim comments, somehow sounding like he had missed another night of sleep on top of what he's already done. "Anything you can find on that guy, and anything that can be traced back to Danny?"

"Not anything incriminating for either. Theres some talk about DALV Co's shady practices, but despite a fair number of lawsuits none of them ever went anywhere."

"Settled out of court?"

"Nope. Every single one has always ended in favor of DALV Co."

"Thats not suspicious at all."

"Still, we're not here for him. Other than the godfather connection, I cant find anything that would say he and Daniel have been talking."

"Damn. Another lead down."

"I'll keep looking, and send something if I find it."

"Thanks Oracle!" Cheers Dick, "You coming for dinner soon?"

"B's calling. Oracle out." The line goes dead.

Dick sinks back into the couch again. "Coward. She just doesn't want to admit she misses Alfred's cooking."

"And you dont want to admit that joining the Goon Union is a terrible idea," Tim counters.

"Goonion. And I know it is! Thats why I want you as backup!"

"No, I'm not joining the Goon Union!" Tim slams his mug onto a coaster.

Dick grins. "Would you rather me bring Damian?"

"I'd rather you not go at all!" Tim says, pinching his brow.

"It doesnt seem like your other leads are getting you anywhere."

"I would enjoy the opportunity to learn more techniques for submission, something the Goonion has offered for no cost."

Tim is a robin. He has trained for years. Tim does not flinch. "Damian, please don't bring your swords to the Goon Union."

"Daniel said he would be fine with it. They are 'tools of the trade,' as he said."

Dick puts an arm around Tim. "Cmooonnnnn, it'll be fun! Plus, imagine the look on B's face when we come to him with the union rep and like. Demand fair compensation."

"We are not Suing Batman as a Joke!"

"Why, because its money laundering?"

"Because its BRUCE, Dick!"

"I think Father could stand to listen to us more often. The power of collective bargaining-"

"Yknow what!? Fine. We'll go to the Goon Union-"

"Goonion" Dick and Damian cut simultaneously

"Goon Union meeting. But if any of us end up with a crowbar across the face, don't blame me."

Damian's eyes darken. "If someone were to attempt to strike me with a crowbar-"

"You will NOT retaliate, Damian! We will be in the heart of the enemy, we cannot possibly take on all of them."

"I can."

"He probably could."

"Not helping, Dick!"

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Danny Fenton goon union representative (dp x dc fanfic prompt)

At no point in Danny’s life has he ever turned down a challenge, even when he had to deal with opponents bigger than himself. From dealing with everyone from Dash to Vlad to heck pariah dark, he’s learned to take down people bigger than himself. So when he overhears that his nice father of four neighbors has been having some trouble at work and has been unable to get some time off, he figures it can’t hurt to try to help such a nice guy out. And it does go ok, all things considered; I mean, what if the guy’s boss was the penguin, and so what if Danny maybe had to show off some of his less-than-human characteristics to get him to agree to let the guy have some time off? Everything worked out at the end of who cares.

Well, when word gets out that someone is not afraid to go tow to tow with the city’s villains, someone’s bound to either take him out or hire him. And when word gets around that he’s willing to help get better working conditions for Gotham’s goon workers, their union could use a new representative.

So Danny inadvertently gets a new job, wherein he gets to meet many strange characters around the city and help many friendly working-class people with their problems. Interchange the goons help hide Danny from the bat, and his no meta-rule, even if Danny doesn’t know they’re hiding him. But this does cause some problems because people like black mask don’t necessarily want to pay for their goon’s vision care or overtime and refuses to adhere to any of the union’s demands. Danny, for what it’s worth, did warn the guy because, unlike black mask, he has the goon’s respect and knows that they will listen to him, so when he proposes a strike, they readily agree to his suggestion.

And with all of this going down so quickly in the city, both batman and the red hood need to get as much info on this new player before things get even more out of hand. But with all of the normal underground information channels refusing to give them anything, they are forced to schedule a meeting with not only the union but its infamous leader, which is good for Danny because he wasn’t sure how to get into contact with batman anyway. He has some concerns with the level of violence used to take down some goons. And well, when they have no choice but to work in this industry, they should, at the very least, outline a clear code of conduct for all parties involved to ensure the safest possible work environment.