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[midnight-mourning]

(Mostly) Happy Accidents

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 3💘💘

Silly little fluffy thing for you all, as someone allergic to red dye (to a point, it's a 50/50 chance whether i'll break out in hives or not so I usually just avoid it to be safe) it resonated when it came to valentine's candy/sweets, hope you enjoy!

Prompt: The boys know about the tradition of Valentine's candy and get some for Y/N, not knowing they were allergic to one of the ingredients in the candy. Apologies and appreciation for attempting to get Y/N a gift obviously follow

Word Count: 1425

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Sun seems almost too excited when the last child exits the Daycare for the day. Practically buzzing beside you as you wave goodbye and shut the door. 

Maybe it was just for clean up, considering you had so much to do today in particular. It was Valentine's after all. And as with every holiday, the attendant simply had to go all out for it. Which, while pretty, would be a laborious process to tidy up. 

So when you turn around to discuss it with him, and see his hands filled with a giant heart-shaped box, you were quite surprised. 

"Happy Valentine's day, Sunbeam! We got this just for you!" Sun tilts his head, rays spinning quickly. 

Your eyes widen, starting to smile. "Oh! You didn't guys didn't have to do that. But I appreciate it! Thank you, really." 

You take the box and open it up. Inside, they're all sorts of different sweets, all different shapes and with different patterns. You don't even know where to begin. You pick one at random and pop it into your mouth, chewing as you listen to Sun speak again. 

"Of course we did! How else are we supposed to show how much we care about you? On the most important day to do it, no less." He chuckles. 

Your face starts to warm up, and you swallow. "Y-yeah? You um, mean that?"

"Wouldn't say it if I didn't, Sweetheart." Sun boops your nose, giggling. 

It just serves to fluster you further, so to stop yourself from saying anything by downing another chocolate. 

Sun continues chatting, his excitement truly coming to light now. "We were really nervous about finding something you'd like, we spent ages trying to make sure we found something that had all your favorite flavors, to show you how much we care, because we do, a lot..."

As he talks, you realize the burning on your face isn't getting any better, but now notice that it's not from being embarrassed. The warmth is also traveling down your neck and chest, accompanied by an all too familiar itching sensation. You feel that same to desire to scratch at your currently covered arms.Your throat is tight, but not horrible, thankfully.

When you think to look at the half-bite you've taken out of the chocolate in your hand, and see the hot pink-colored filling, it basically confirms what you thought had happened. 

You keep your calm though, still trying to listen as the playtime attendant keeps going. "—And then came the matter of actually getting it! We couldn't ask for help because that would ruin the surprise, and we were also afraid someone would tell us we couldn't get you something, and that wouldn't do! So imagine our delight when Officer Ryan left his wallet in the break room. We just quickly borrowed the card and put it right back, don't worry! He didn't even notice—" He stops all of the sudden, tone falling. "Is everything okay, Starshine?"

You jump, realizing you're scratching at your neck now. "Um, sort of? Do you happen to know if any of these have red dye in them?"

"Red dye? Of course they don't, Sunbeam, it says right here in your file that you're allergic we would never—forget... something, like, that..." Sun freezes in that moment, staring out into space as realization seems to kick him straight in the gut. 

You put your hands up. "It's okay, it's okay. I just need a benadryl and I'll be fine-Woah!"

Sun scoops you up, hurriedly rushing over to the desk with you in his arms. With his free hand he starts frantically looking for something. 

"Not good, not good, not good! Oh, I'm so so so sorry Star! We should have paid more attention, we just got so caught up in finding you something perfect and now—" He shakes his head, growing more panicked. 

You try to diffuse the situation before he short circuits or something. "Sunny, it's fine, I promise. It's just a mild allergy. I'll be okay, really." You don't tell him how desperately you want him to set you down so you can scratch your arms off, as you think that'll only worsen the situation. 

Your words don't register, he can't seem to hear you as he searches through the medical bag, suddenly ripping his hand from inside to pull out an epi pen. And before you can protest, he's setting you on the desk and jabbing it into your thigh. 

You yelp, and he immediately relaxes. For the most part. As his posture sags, face downturned, he speaks again, dejected. "Please forgive us. We're so sorry. Had we been paying attention this never would have happened."

"Sunny, it's okay. It was a mistake." You set a hand on his shoulder, he flinches at your touch. 

Suddenly he looks up, anger in his tone, though not at you, you quickly realize. "But we hurt you! How can you be so calm about this!?"

"Because it's a minor allergy, silly bot." You cup his face with both hands as his rays flit about. "Do you have any idea how many things have red dye in them? Especially Valentine's candy? I've probably had to take an antihistamine like four times this week already."

You ignore his wide-eyed stare at your statement in favor of pressing your lips to his smile for a moment. "It's my fault for not checking beforehand, not yours. You were just trying to be nice and do something sweet for me. And I appreciate that more than anything. Really, I do. I'm… flattered, honestly." You mumble the last bit, looking away as you comprehend what you just did. 

A hand on your cheek makes you glance back to him, eyes now lidded and tone syrupy. "We're glad..." He shakes his head. "But, still. It won't happen again! Now come on, what you need is proper rest and relaxation!"

Again you're picked up, carried away to be sat in the attendant's lap in a bean bag, blanket suddenly covering you both and a couple of coloring books and crayons appearing out of nowhere. 

"Don't you worry, we'll think up an even better gift to give you before the day is over! I promise!" Sun says as he gets to work on coloring. 

You pause to register everything that just happened, then chuckle, shaking your head. "Okay, but really, it's alright. This is just as thoughtful, you know. But we'll have to clean at some point, don't forget."

Sun hums, and he's so focused you think he only half hears you. You laugh again, and snuggle back into him to get started yourself. As his free hand slings round your waist you feel yourself start to burn up all over again. 

The rest of the afternoon is filled with similar activities, neither attendant letting up at all about 'making it up to you' despite your insistence that you were okay. 

You didn't mind in the slightest though, now snuggled in Moon's arms as you both sit reading. 

"As horrible as it sounds I'm kinda glad you bought those chocolates." You glance up to him, small smile on your face. "I don't think things would've ended up this way if you hadn't."

Moon tsks, though his eyes hold a certain cheekiness. "Maybe not, but that doesn't mean we'll ever be letting it happen again. There are much better ways to end up with you in my arms." He flicks your forehead and you huff. Only to be silenced by a brief peck to your lips. 

He holds something up for you then, and taking a moment to focus you see it's a bundle of paper roses. Looking closer you see some are made from coloring pages, and others from Moon's book. 

"We have plenty of more books of all kinds before you worry. And it was the least we could do considering what happened earlier."

You take the bundle, admiring the detail in each folded piece of paper. "They're lovely. Truly. Thank you both." You twist again to kiss his cheek, then go back to fawning over your present, warm smile on your lips. 

"Once we get ahold of Officer Ryan's credit card again we'll be sure to get you something better, I promise." Moon presses a kiss to the top of your head, and picks up his book once more. 

You pause then. "I, let's not do that—you didn't think to save it?"

"We did. But just inputting it directly isn't nearly as thrilling." He snickers. 

"Moon!" 

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It’s been about… half an hour since Danny was transported to a random ghost’s lair, so he reasons that it’s probably nearing around midnight now. That’s alright, it was probably going to be an all-nighter anyway, and at least this way there won’t be any distractions— he might actually be able to finish his algebra homework for once. Especially since, as far as he can tell, the ghost that summoned him isn’t particularly powerful—not judging by the cage that held him, anyway—Danny’s pretty sure he could break out of the whole thing without even going ghost.

Speaking of, the ghost—yeah, he really hadn’t been paying attention when the guy was monologuing at the beginning—doesn’t seem to recognise him at all, so like, great! He can just treat the whole thing as a study hall session and beat the guy up when he’s done.

And you know what? It’s honestly going pretty well! He’s flying through the problems like nobody’s business, there’s only like three left and he’s starting to feel a lot more confident for the test tomorrow! Perhaps getting kidnapped was a good thing?

But, like every good thing in Danny’s life, it doesn’t last.

He groans as he’s interrupted with a knock on his cage, rolling his eyes.

“What?”

“How does it make you feel, hm?” asks the ghost, his grin widening in mocking sympathy. Great. Another Spectra type. “He doesn’t even recognise you. Failed at the first hurdle!”

“So?” Danny shrugs, not really knowing or caring what’s happening here. He had three questions left. Three! This is the most homework he’s done since freshman year, and yet again, here comes a ghost to ruin it. “I don’t recognise him either, so who cares.”

“Who cares?” The ghost blinks at him, twisting back to look incredulously at… holy shit, is that Batman? “Who cares?”

Danny just shrugs again. Perhaps he should put an end to this before things start to spiral any more out of hand… Who’s he kidding, that’s Batman. Things are already out of hand.

“Did you hear that, Batman? He doesn’t care if you know him or not. Does that hurt?”

Batman doesn’t answer, he just clenches his fists tightly and glares at Danny.

Danny wishes he’d been paying more attention because he has no idea what the fuck is going on now. The pages of his homework are scattered across the floor of his cage—he only had three problems left!—it makes a certain perverse sort of sense that just as he gets to grips with algebra, he’d be knocked off kilter in a ghost fight of all things. Great.

“Uh, what?”

But the ghost ignores him and swirls up in the air to float around Batman’s centre podium. Right. So this is all about Batman, then. Gotcha.

“Second question, Batman! Come on, you must know what it is by now, do I even have to ask?”

Batman remains stubbornly silent.

Looking around, Danny sees that he’s in the last of the cages, ringing around Batman in a semicircle. There’s a Gotham vigilante in each one—and also Red Hood, which is weird because Danny’s fairly certain he’s like a crime boss or something—Nightwing, Red Robin, Robin, that new daytime one, the one with the full face mask… Batgirl? Orphan? There are a lot of them and they all seem to change their names every few years, alright? It gets confusing.

Besides, Danny’s had a few other things on his plate lately. He doesn’t have time to memorise every single city’s heroes! It’s not like any of them know who he is anyway.

There’s a floating number behind Batman. 

79/134.

Danny hates fractions even more than algebra. This sucks.

“Fine, I’ll ask. How old is he?”

“My name’s Danny, and I’m 15.” he says, but no one looks his way. Huh. Are the cages soundproof unless the ghost wants to hear him?

It takes a second, but Batman growls out a low, “I don’t know.”

The ghost cackles, long and hard. 

Danny can’t help but roll his eyes as he floats over to him again. This time he can feel it, the rush of ectoplasm that floods through the cage as the ghost makes contact.

“How old are you?”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m asking you how old you are, so, how old are you?”

Okay, so infusing the cage with ectoplasm means he can be heard. Good to know.

“I’m 15.”

As soon as the words leave his lips, the number behind Batman ticks over.

79/135.

Right. So, Batman’s going through his own test. General knowledge on vigilantes? But then, why’s he here with the Gotham heroes? It doesn’t make sense!

“He’s 15, Batman. That’s 15 years of his life that you’ve missed out on, isn’t that something? You know, I’m starting to suspect that you don’t know them all perfectly like you said you did. I don’t think you know them at all.”

The ghost lets out another long laugh and leaves before Danny can even think of the right question to ask. Something other than “What the fuck?”

“When’s his birthday?”

“I don’t know.”

“Well?”

“Seriously, what’s happening? I don’t get it.”

“Answer the question. When’s your birthday?”

“April 3rd.”

79/136.

The questions keep coming—both from the ghost, and from Danny—but only the ghost gets his answered.

“What are his hobbies?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t know, fighting, I guess? Wait, no, engineering! You know, inventing shit, that sounds better than fighting.”

Yeah, this is still Batman, probably shouldn’t advertise his crime fighting. Wait, hang on, does the combination of fighting and inventing shit make him sound more like a villain? Fuck!

79/139.

“What’s his favourite colour?”

“I don’t know.”

“Red.”

79/142.

“What’s his favourite movie?”

“I don’t know.”

“Undead Teacher II: The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You, I Do. It’s really good, you should watch it.”

79/145.

“What’s his favourite game?”

“I don’t know.”

“Not fucking this one, I can tell you that. Seriously, what’s happening here? Why’s Batman meant to know all of these?”

“Answer the question.”

“Doomed.”

79/149.

And then they start getting into the harder questions. More personal. Stuff that Danny only really talks about with Jazz—and even then, only when he’s coerced or going through a rough patch.

Part of him wants to keep playing the game, see what he can learn, see why he’s been dragged into this.

“Who was his first love?”

“I don’t know.”

“Val. But don’t tell her I said that.”

79/154.

“With whom was his first kiss?”

“I don’t know.”

“Does a fake-out make-out count?”

“What?”

“It’s when you kiss someone so people think you were doing that instead of, you know, like, doing something you shouldn’t.”

“Yes, it counts. It’s still a kiss.”

“See, that’s what Tucker said, but I don’t think it does, I mean—alright, yeah, sure, it was with Sam, then, jeez.”

79/155.

Part of him wants to stop.

“What’s his greatest fear?”

“I don’t know.”

A huge part of him wants this to stop.

Batman’s still standing straight, but his hands—held tightly at his sides—are shaking. Why is this happening?

“Well? What’s your greatest fear? Don’t worry, this is a safe space, we won’t judge you. It’s not you we’re here to judge, after all.”

Danny licks his lips, forces himself to breath through his nose. His greatest fear?

“My parents.”

He, uh… he hadn’t meant to say that. He also hadn’t realised how true that was until it left him. There’s a pounding ache in his chest.

The ghost’s face splits into a wide grin, teeth sharp and glinting in the light, drinking in Danny’s hurt. The air crackles and he doesn’t know who’s causing it.

79/157.

“Why is he scared of his parents?”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m… scared they’ll find out what I am and they’ll hurt me for it.” His voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries to everyone, magically amplified through the room. Danny just concentrates on breathing. He keeps his eyes on Batman. There’s no need to know what the others are doing.

Batman gasps, ragged and catching, and goes to take a step towards him before the platform he’s on lights up red. 

The ghost whips his head around to laugh.

“Careful now, Batman, you know what happens if you step out of that circle before the game is over. Boom.”

Batman steps back, but he never looks away from Danny, his scowl deepening.

Danny doesn’t know what it means.

79/158.

“We still have a few more questions, you can’t give up right before the end! What is he?”

The pause between the question and Batman’s answer is longer this time. Danny watches as his hands clench and unclench, as the muscles work in his jaw, until he finally gives up.

“I don’t know.”

It sounds hollow in the open space.

“Well?”

“Do you not know who I am?”

It does make him kind of like a douche to pull that card, but seriously, it feels like everyone in the Infinite Realms knows who he is at this point and he can feel the anger rising in him, no one should dare subject him to this, he—

“Did you hear that, Batman? Do you not know who he is? Look at him, look at your—”

“No, you. Do you not know who I am?”

The ghost takes his hand off the cage and squints at him, looking him up and down, before dismissing him with a smile. “What does it matter if I know who you are or not, what matters here is if he knows you.”

He swirls up around them until he’s floating in front of the giant numbers. They tick over again.

79/159.

“Evidently, he doesn't know you much.” He swoops down to curl his ghostly tail around Batman’s podium, smiling all the while. “Come on, Batman, you’re so close! I’ve only got one more question left, there’s still a chance you can win. Only half, that’s it, you just need to answer half of my questions correctly and then you can all leave perfectly safe and sound.

“So, without further ado, here is your final question. What’s his name?” The way the ghost’s voice echoes through the chambers, cruel and twisted, sends shivers up Danny’s spine. 

Batman’s mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out. He raises a hand out towards Danny, goes to take a step, but pulls back at the last second. Only the bottom half of his face is visible, but the anguish on it is plain as day.

“It’s so simple, there’s no way you could get it wrong. Even the worst father knows their child’s name, surely. But, I suppose, you didn’t even know he existed before now, did you? How can you call yourself a father at all? How can you say you know your children?”

“I—”

“It’s Danny.”

The ghost’s cackling laughter is cut off abruptly as he snaps his neck towards Danny’s cage.

“How did you do that? How are you speaking, don’t ruin this!”

Yeah, screw this guy. Screw whatever twisted game he’s trying to play with Batman, Danny’s finished with it.

“My name is Danny. Danny Phantom.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You can’t be Phantom, he’s—”

He transforms in a flash of bright light and the cage shatters with a, disappointingly, pretty weak bolt of ectoplasm. It’s not even going to be a good fight, he can tell. Honestly, after all of this emotional turmoil, he could really do with letting off some steam, but this guy’s too weak to even bother with.

He sighs and steps out of the ruins of his cage.

“Guess you should have done some research before kidnapping people, huh?”

“I don’t do research!”

“Yeah, that’s pretty obvious.” he says, with a roll of his eyes. He’s definitely not looking at Batman.

“No, I mean, the spell just does it all for me—it gathers everything it needs and brings it all here, including the subject’s children. It knows the answers to all the questions a father should know, it—”

“So Batman really is my father?”

“Yes. Without a doubt.”

Danny closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The ache in his chest never fades, but after another couple of seconds, his eyes stop prickling.

“And everyone else here… they’re my brothers and sisters?”

“Yes, that’s right.” The ghost nods frantically, his perpetual grin looking more and more unsure. “The spell can’t be wrong.”

“And you were going to hurt them all if he didn’t win?”

The ghost stops nodding.

“I’m really gonna enjoy hitting you now.”

“But without me, you wouldn’t know! Surely that counts for something, surely—”

In the end, all it takes is one solid punch to knock the ghost out. Barely even worth it—certainly not the catharsis he was hoping for. 

With a sigh, Danny takes a thermos out of his chest and sucks up the unconscious ghost in a blaze of light. Perhaps he can go and needle Vlad or something when he makes it back home, finally get a release for some of this rage building in his chest.

Anything so he doesn’t have to deal with… whatever the hell is happening here now.

As soon as he caps the lid on the thermos, the stage setup vanishes and the air shimmers around them until even that fades and they find themselves on a rooftop in a dark, gloomy city that certainly isn’t Amity Park.

Danny has a guess as to where they are and he’s not exactly happy about it.

“B, what the hell was that?”

“You alright, Batman?”

“Father?”

Danny has his back to them all. He’s not looking. He has bigger things to worry about than… whatever the absolute fuck all of that was. He’s just going to block this from his mind forever, thanks.

They all fall into silence and Danny can practically feel their eyes burning into his back. Well… fuck. He floats down to stand on his own two feet and takes a deep breath, turning back into his human form before… before turning around to face them all.

“So, that was weird.”

Yikes, not the greatest way to start a conversation with—with his biological dad? What does that mean about—oh, ew, he doesn’t even want to think about it, gross. Did Mom cheat? Does Dad know?

“Who are you?” Batman growls out, and you know what? Danny doesn’t feel bad about his conversation starter at all now, because that was shocking. He can’t help but flinch.

“Jesus, B, don’t scare him.” Nightwing rests a hand on Batman’s shoulder and gently manoeuvres himself in front of him. “My name’s Nightwing, you’re Danny, right?”

Danny nods, but doesn’t speak. Probably shouldn’t open his mouth any more, really. They already know he’s Phantom, he should keep the rest of what they know at a minimum, shouldn’t he? At least until he knows a bit more about them.

Does he want to know more about them?

“How about we take this back to the cave where we can get to know each other properly? Without all the masks, alright?”

Wait, what?

Danny cocks his head to the side, confused. Is Nightwing saying they’ll tell them their identities? They’d just trust him with that?

Looking at them all, it’s pretty hard to tell what they want. The masks do a really good job at hiding what they’re thinking—sidenote, should Danny get a mask?—and he’s… he’s only just met them. He wasn’t paying attention to any of their questions, he doesn’t know a thing about them! Meanwhile, they know everything about him—oh, Ancients, they know about Val, they know about his first kiss, they know about—

“Please,” Batman starts, and then stops again, looking more uncertain than he ever did earlier. “Please, I know… I know this must be difficult for you, but if that… thing—”

“Ghost.” Danny interrupts, immediately wishing he hadn’t. “He was a ghost.”

Batman nods. “But if that ghost is right, then… I don’t want to lose this opportunity to get to know you. I don’t know my children as well as I thought, and it almost cost them their lives. I… I don’t want that to happen again.”

What, so he’s just meant to tell Batman all his secrets, just in case they all get captured by another family therapy-oriented ghost? Not gonna happen, thanks, Batman.

They must have read something in his face (seriously, should he get a mask?) because Nightwing steps up again. “I think what B means to say is that we’d all like to get to know you better. No pressure, no strings, you don’t have to tell us anything you don’t want to.”

“I, uh, have a test tomorrow.” His voice is strangled, the words getting caught in his throat. He takes a step back and his heart pounds in his chest. “I should get going, it’s a long flight back.”

Batman follows him as he takes another step away, but Nightwing rests a hand on his shoulder and keeps him still. “Let him go, B, you can’t force him.”

When he bumps against the edge of the roof, he transforms and lifts into the air, not missing the quick flash of concern across Batman’s face. Whatever that means, he doesn’t know.

“Can you… can you not look me up? For obvious reasons, I’d rather my parents not find out about this.Them and… others, too. Even if you think your tech is good, when it comes to ghosts, theirs is better. Please don’t look me up.”

Red Robin is already furiously typing away on a screen on his wrist. 

“Come on, dude, seriously? I just asked you not to.”

“I’m not, I’m just—ow!”

Red Hood whacks him across the back of his head and then dodges quickly as Red Robin goes to jab him in the stomach.

“I really wasn’t, I was researching ghosts in general, fuck off!”

“Don’t do that either.” Danny laughs, watching as they dance across the rooftop, each failing to hit the other. They only come to an end when Black Bat? Orphan? Seriously, was she Batgirl, he really doesn’t know. Anyway, she ends the fight with a swift chop to both of their backs, which leaves them both grumbling on the floor.

“Seriously, you won’t get anything good searching on the internet, anyway. Any credible sources will trigger a trace and anything else is rubbish anyway. I’ll…” He takes in a deep breath that he doesn’t need and looks towards Batman. “I’ll tell you about it all when I come back, I promise. Saturday, same time, same place. Alright?”

There’s a tense silence as they all turn to see what Batman will say. Danny can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief when he finally nods.

Okay, so he’s got until Saturday. That’s plenty of time!

It’s two days. He’s got two days to figure out what he’s going to say. To ask his parents—ask Jazz, probably—if he’s, what, adopted? Or the product of a secret fling? Gross, does he even want to know?

There’s no way two days is enough time, oh, Ancient’s what’s he going to do?

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly—he can panic on the way back, at least let him keep some kind of cool in front of Batman!

“I’ll, uh, see you on Saturday, then!” He waves, feeling a little stupid, and he turns to face the direction of Amity Park.

“Danny?” 

He turns back to find Batman looking up at him, uncertainty reading in every part of his frame.

“Yeah?” 

“Good luck on your test tomorrow.”

As much as he wants to, Danny can’t fight down the blinding grin that worms its way onto his face. No one apart from Jazz has wished him luck on a test in a long while. He must look like such a dork, but his core lifts in his chest and somehow it’s a little easier to breathe.

“Thanks! Bye!” 

He waves again, more cheerfully this time, and zooms off before they have a chance to call him back. The grin doesn’t leave his face until three hours later when he’s finally collapsed into his bed in Amity at Ancients-knows-what-time and the cold realisation that he left his homework back in the cage floods through him.

Damn it!

"Let's play a game of 'How well do you know your kids?'" The being shouted, eyebrow still twitching from Robins latest remark.

"I know all my children perfectly." Batman growled at the entity. He held his ground as the spirits (demons?) smile sharpened, "Than you won't mind!"

A puff of purple glowy smoke engulfs then entire area and the next thing anyone knows is that all of Bruces children, even the ones who weren't with them previously, are locked inside magical cages while Batman is trapped in a invisible mime box with a podium and a microphone in what is quite possibly the most garish game show set up ever.

Why was everything neon green and purple? Why was the guy neon green and purple? Who were these other kids-gdi Bruce! You have more kids?

Danny could just transform and beat up the ghost. Its a pretty weak one after all. But this one doesn't seem to recognize him as a halfa and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do his homework without being attacked.

Jason stared at the kid next to him. What kinda life did this kid have to calmly get out his math homework and start solving problems while being held hostage by an unknown entity?! And with the bats no less?!

All the while Batman is getting peppered with questions about his kids and is realizing he doesn't recognize a few of the names.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

Lae'zel's character and her entire situation at the beginning of the game becomes so much more funny when you find out she's 22. It makes so much sense. Imagine you're 22 and you're exposed to this dangerous toxin or chemical or something - but not to worry, you learnt that this can be easily fixed, you just need to dial 911 real quick. Common knowledge. Everyone knows that. You learnt that in kindergarten, it's up there with fire alarm drills.

But the people you're stuck with have no concept of modern medicine and when you say "let's go to the hospital" they will say shit like "i think they kill people at the hospital" and "we should ask this swamp lady" or "this guy over there told me about this homoeopathic healer kind of guy but he got abducted" or "this random bard wants to help" and "I'm not going to dial 911 because I don't want the government to know my home address" or "maybe we should consider a deal with Satan". And then a bunch of them KEEP consuming the chemical because it makes them "stronger". One guy might explode for unrelated reasons. You have a few days before this situation is getting critical and suddenly they're solving crime and doing general charity for the community.

And FOR SOME REASON you still try to help these idiots and you STILL want to help them get the cure even though they all keep insisting the "doctors" at the "hospital" might try to "kill them" and they don't have insurance. And you keep telling them to just. go. to. the. hospital. before the time runs out and you all die very horribly of a very treatable condition.

And also you're 22 in a foreign country and you're responsible for shepherding this gaggle of idiots who are all ranging anywhere from 24 to 240 years old.

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

edit : i'm sorry but this post is messy i don't like how this is the ramble that got the most attention shhffs please check out the addendum in the reblogs if you want a more clearer analysis

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FIRST OF ALL the thing about the paint huffing - Other than that it's funny - is that we were getting ragatha at her most honest . she's more reflective and reveals her mind more which is a Lot considering that she has shown herself to be a people pleaser trying to avoid conflict . this is Literally The Last thing she wants

and honestly it would be fun to see the fallout of this in episode 5 when she would inevitably sober up and be Mortified about that fact considering she said This to gangle here

like . interesting ragatha . is that why you Do Not Stop Jax when he goes to bully gangle . other than not wanting him to hate you you also prefer it if gangle is in her tragedy state . is that it . Is That It -

also you guys don't know how much i fucking screamed at these scenes okay . there's nothing i love more than nice characters that show their less than desirable traits . my favorite thing about ragatha is not that she's a sweetheart but that she's Dishonest . even to the point that gangle mentions it in her talk with pomni

like my ongoing theory right now for the ' evil ragatha ' comment gooseworx made for episode 5 is that ragatha's going to say or do the Most Morally Ambiguous thing possible that will send the entire fandom on fire . like we're talking Arguments on whether she's in the right or wrong Even though this is a show that invites nuance instead of black and white views , and it'll be so fucking marvelous to witness

NOW . i really don't think she's faking being nice ! i believe with all my heart that ragatha's inherently Good and i will throw hands at anyone who thinks otherwise . it's just that she's just Repressing What She Thinks About The Others because , again , Avoiding Conflict ! which is shown by how annoyed she got with pomni talking to gummigoo ( gayass ) , what she said to gangle , and what she said to zooble

yes i screamed about the toybox interaction i knew that ragatha was going to not like zooble's grouchiness But I Digress .

all of this is interesting because . again , ragatha's a people pleaser trying to avoid conflict . i think her reasons for being nice and helpful are both selfless and selfish . selfless - she doesn't want anyone to go through the stress and pain of feeling alone , and selfish - she doesn't want anyone to hate her . they're like a smoothie , she's not one or the other . it's just that the latter reason ... has a lot more influences on her thought processes than she'd like to admit .

and that's showcased if you look at episode 2 with her conversation with kinger . she was worried about pomni going through something traumatizing , yes , but she added that she thinks pomni doesn't like her that much . which . it's a small piece of dialogue but it really shows how much ragatha's Gripping That Fucking Fawn Response . yes , her concern is everyone's wellbeing , but she also Would Not Like It If Anyone Hates Her , to the point that it'll stick to her . and she'll try So Hard to compensate for it .

like . she is really a nice person but she's dishonest because she doesn't want to be hated which is very much a selfish reason . she's falling into that pitfall of ' a friend to all is a friend to none ' . argh . why is she so complicated god i'm going to put her in that deepfryer again

[rivrsong]

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[somegrumpynerd]

@pigeonstab How many can fit? All of them if they're not caught (and Cross stop eating some you're ruining the science!!)

@shadowy-suitcase-herring-neck The mighty bean fort has been constructed!! It will stand tall for eternity (or until the cats knock it over or Horror needs them for dinner)

@dustsansm1 This is what happens when you leave bored science nerds unattended

@systematic-err0r (I don't know why it won't let me tag you I'm sorry :<) They swear some of the music in this really familiar, can't put their fingers on it tho

(This one was my idea :3) Do you take this cat to be your pawfully wedded husband? (Killer doing a cat voice) I mew <3

What ARE they doing??

[iam-anordinary-human-orami]

I really want a scene like this in tsc2 where Neil seems to call Jean more often to check up on him and the floozies are perplexed "Why is Josten calling you?" "You guys close or sth?" "You still haven't told us what happened when he whisked you away" "we are worried sick Jean, how can you keep us in the dark?" And then Cat will say sth like "are you not sharing what you're talking to Josten about cause you're embarrassed?" Jeremy being a worried mother hen "is he bothering you?" And Jean keeps shutting everything down telling them not to worry, and then Laila as a joke says "is he flirting with you?"

And Jean responds with "I hope not. I don't think his boyfriend would take it well"

Everyone immediately stops what they are doing. "Im sorry, his WHAT?"

All hell breaks lose. Cat is shaking Laila "Josten is FRUITY?!", Jeremy is like "He has a boyfriend?" Laila being like "in the year that he joined the foxes and almost died in the hands of his serial killer dad, he got a boyfriend??? How???" And then Cat and Laila start asking questions, Jeremy trying to calm them down but also being curious, Jean is like "Well he's not told me explicitly, but it's obvious."

Jeremy having an epiphany "oh my god. Is it Kevin?" Cat in the background "oh please let it be Kevin" Jean says no, "Kevin is too much of a coward", the floozies are looking at each other like "oh we are definitely unpacking THAT at some point". And then they're like okay, well maybe the boyfriend is not on the team. But Jean confirms, it's a fox, i can tell u who it is-' "NO! We need to figure this one out!" "Let our gaydar do the work Jean we got things to prove!" Jean tiredly: "to who?"

So they start guessing, oh Hemmick is undeniably fruity, Jean is like "I don't even know who that is. Oh, backliner? No, not him". "Maybe it's Boyd?!" Cat being like "Escandalo! Cause he's with the captain right? Wilds?" Laila commenting "He'd be out of his mind to pass on that, and this is the educated opinion of a lesbian", Jean is like "how come u guys know all their names?" Jeremy says "they are a small team and it's hard not to keep tabs on them when they are in the news cycle every week or so"

"Guys we're losing track, keep your heads locked in! Who could be Josten's boyfriend, that tonight's pressing question!" "But there's no one else... wait, is he with the other backliner? Short blonde?" "I'm gonna be honest, I don't get queer vibes from him" "Lol can u imagine it's actually the goalkeeper twin" "what the one that went to juvie and looks like hes one step away from biting our heads off on the court? Nahh". Jean looks at an invisible camera like he's in the office.

And then something happens and they forget about it, until like the winter banquet or some shit and Cat is intently looking at Neil trying to decipher who his boyfriend could be, maybe he is in a throuple with Wilds and Boyd? Jean is like "Why are you looking at the foxes' table so intently?" "It's investigative work, don't worry about it" and then Neil comes over and takes Jean away at the open bar to talk about sth, the floozies are pretending to not be looking at them. Neil notices and he's like "I see they taken claim already." Jean responds with "It's not what u think" and they talk, Andrew probably gets bored at some point and goes to Neil, puts a single hand on his lower back and Jean being able to hear commotion in the Trojans table turns to see them acting like "normal", except their poses look rehearsed, there's drinks that have been spilled on the table and Cat is drinking from an empty glass looking at the sky.

[strawbuddy-luv]

Trans Tim off handedly mentioning random things that just confuse people more and more because he never told them he was trans (only Bruce and Alfred know)

Tim: "For the mission I'm thinking I'll go undercover, but it'll take some work to hide the bruises I got earlier. They're everywhere"

Dick: "Oh I think Steph is free right now!"

Tim: "...Ok?"

Dick: "Don't worry I'm sure she'll help you out with this! "

Tim: "That's awesome but I don't think I'll need help. I know how to use makeup."

Dick: "Really-? Ohhh, yeah your public image is like, way more public than ours. That must be tiring, having to hide the bruises all the time."

Tim: "Well yeah but I knew how to use makeup before that. For like, galas as a kid and stuff"

Dick: "...yeah..."

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Steph: -Complaining about a man- "And then he said "Oh you should smile more" like "you look like you don't want to be here" like what- what the fuck-??? Maybe I fucking don't dude."

Tim: "Oh yeah I hate when they do that. Like you've spent the entire time bitching about the consistency of snails, I can close my mouth for a few seconds."

Steph: "..."

Tim: "...What-?"

Steph: "Well- I mean yeah but- you know I have to deal with it like...way more, and it's just a bit weird that like, you as a guy are, I dunno, trying to relate? I mean you don't have to deal with it litreally everyday"

Tim: "Well yeah not anymore, but, you know...I still did."

Steph: :...What-"

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Tim: -Resting against one of the rooftop ledges-

Jason: "Woah, I can't believe it, Red Robin, slacking. What would Bruce do if he saw this!"

Tim: "Fuck off, it's just period cramps." -Jumps off the edge of the building-

Jason: "Yeah whatever Timblina...

Your fucking what-"

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Bruce: "And for this mission, we'll be needing someone for the Caroline disguise, but we already know who that is so-"

Dick: "Wait does Steph actually know how to fight in heels-??"

Bruce: "...N-"

Steph: "Yeah Bruce, I mean, you could at least actually ask me before volunteering me to go fight crime in that dress."

Bruce: "You-"

Jason: "I mean no offense, but literally who else would do it? Cass isn't here right now and I don't think any of us are willing to get a boob job for the mission"

Bruce: "No one's getting a boob job-"

Steph: "Yeah! This is bat tech, Bruce probably has ultra realistic titties in everyone's color and size! Jason you wouldn't even need an attachment."

Jason: "I don't think Caroline Hills has fifty gun shot wounds and muscles the size of most those guys heads."

Steph: "Yeah bu-"

Bruce: "None of that will be necessary because none of you" -Pointing at the right side of the table- "Will be going. No one at this table will be needing any prosthetics...Or boob jobs."

Steph: "...Ok but who the fuck is going then-"

Bruce: "Tim."

The entire table: "..."

Steph: "Tim are you really willing to put on boobs for this-"

Dick: "I don't think that's the best idea-"

Jason: "You just said no prosthetics- Oh this'll be fucking rich"

Tim: "...

I...wouldn't need a boob job?? Or prosthetics?"

Jason: "Timbo, that dress is a pretty low cut, and, no offense, your training hasn't given you that many enhancements."

Tim: "...Thank you for the binding compliment?"

Dick: "The what-"

Tim: "Guys I- I already have boobs-"

The Table: "..."

Steph: "WHAT-"

Dick: "You do-?!"

Jason: "Bruce if you made Tim get boobs for some weird mission-"

Tim: "What- No! No one made me get boobs??? Besides, I don't know, biology I guess??? Genetics maybe???"

Dick: "...I'm extremely confused"

Steph: "WHO GAVE YOU BOOBS-???"

Tim: "I'm not really sure seeing as I was born with them"

Dick: "...

OHHHHHH-"

Steph: "What- is this like a birth defect or something???"

Dick: "Tim- Tim I think you're just gonna have to-"

Tim: "I'm trans."

Jason: "...That's-

Yeah

Ok yeah no that- that explains...a lot."

Steph: "..." -Head in hands- "I am such a fucking idiot"

[aerofbreath]

Actually writing something based off of this post. Y'all really seemed to like it and I got scared LOLOL

(How it will probably go (written poorly written cause it's almost 7AM and I haven't slept yet) . Also I have no idea what I'm doing. This will be rewritten better in a fic maybe.)

Jason sighed as he made his way into Gotham University's gym. It was the middle of the day and Jason was there at a Startup Event posing as a guy who was interested in what people had to offer. He had only had maybe a total of four hours of sleep since he had patrol the night before. Granted, this wouldn't have affected him as much if he was more mentally prepared to be awake. The only reason why he's out here was because Bruce had woken him up an hour ago to tell him a little last minute about what he needed to do today. Originally, the plan was to do absolutely nothing. But now he has to investigate a guy that Bruce had his eye on as of lately.

The person he's looking for is a man named Danny Nightingale. Apparently he's been in Gotham for a couple years and only recently started making a mess of things. How it went under Bruce's nose is beyond him considering how freaked out Bruce was once he did find out.

Apparently, the guy has been making life changing machines. Little mechanical bees have been flying around Gotham really just sucking up all the pollution in the air and just depositing it somewhere. According to the media, they go back to some headquarters and into a bee hive looking structure to deposit all the pollution and sludge. From the photos shown, it's actually pretty impressive. Some guy actually making a change around here.

For Bruce- no. For Batman, this is just highly suspicious. Why would some guy make these positive life changing machines? For the better? No. No genius with the power to change the world would do it for the better. There's got to be some ulterior motive behind it.

At least, that's what Batman thinks.

Jason thinks it's all interesting. Maybe there is an ulterior motive but even then, at a scale so large that it's literally affecting the city in a positive way? You've got to be literally more insane than the Joker if you wanted to plaster your face everywhere at an event like this. Everyone else at this event seemed to show promise but compared to Danny Nightingale's company? They're literally all small fry.

Surprisingly enough, however, no one else seems to be at Danny's booth. Not even Danny. Jason frowned as he approached the booth and just looked at the machines on them. The Bees are kind of just flying in place and the moment that Jason even looked at them, the Bees immediately got to work. They flew around him like a puppy with wings, nuzzling against him and bumping into him so dumbly. And honestly?

It was actually kind of cute. You would think that being on such little hours of sleep and being grumpy the whole morning would really affect the pits inside him but no. He's surprisingly calm.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! They don't usually act like this," a voice stuttered out. A man hastily walked towards Jason as he gently plucked the Bees out of the air and brought it close to him.

"Uh, don't worry about it. I thought it was kind of..." Jason trailed out before locking eyes with the man who spoke.

This was Danny Nightingale. He was much shorter than Jason, only standing tall at 5' 5". His hair was fully black with only a white money piece right on his bangs. And his eyes? An alluring blue with only a hint of green at the center of his eyes. Honestly, the sight of Danny just about took Jason's breath away.

There was a subtle glow to him, almost making Jason think of there being some sort of meta activity going on but looking around the people in the area, no one but him seems to notice. Danny was concerned about Jason, that much is obvious. The way his eyes burrowed in concern then into confusion. It's strange why just looking at him made Jason's heart skip a beat, even though in hindsight, Danny looks much worse off than Jason.

That man looks like he hasn't slept in 3 weeks. But even then he was...

"Cute..." Jason finally finished his sentence a little too late.

Danny blinked in confusion, tilting his head to the side. His bangs fall freely over his eyes. Just the sight of that almost made Jason blush. "My bees were cute?" Danny spoke, the tone of his voice (very tired) sounded like a sweet harmony in Jason's ears. "Oh! You're interested in Nightech? No one else seems to be interested in my stuff yet. I can tell you all about this company and how it works? I put in a lot of work and love into these little guys and I'm sure you would love them too!"

Blah blah blah. Proper name. Place name. Backstory stuff.

Nothing of what Danny is saying is registering in Jason's brain right now. Maybe some. ("I... Love... You...")

"I love you too!!" Jason blurted out.

Danny blinked before widening his eyes. "Wh-What...?" There was that look of concern again but now there's another look. Recognition...

Whatever. None of that right now. This is embarrassing!

"I-I said I love your company. Uh. Do you have a business card? I can let Bruce Wayne know about this."

Wordlessly, Danny gave an information card to Jason before that poor brick of a man just ran out of there, not once even looking back. Honestly, from the way it's playing out in Jason's head right now, he feels like a princess running away from her prince at the stroke of midnight. The earpiece crackled before a voice started to speak.

"Jason? What the hell was that?" Bruce's voice questioned.

It was only when Jason left the gymnasium that he answered, "Me digging my own grave for the second time, old man. Let me go die in peace."

"No, no," Dick's voice chimed in, "Only after we replay that very short conversation about 50,000 times. Thank you very much."

Jason only groaned in response.

Danny, back in the gymnasium, only stared at the door that Jason left from in horror. The only way for people to react that way to him like that is for them to be dead or liminal. Now he has to figure out a way to tell Bruce Wayne that this person that he seems to know is a little bit dead!

This actually is a part of whatever the fuck I'm writing. I'm still thinking of a fic name. But all of the random posts go together in some way.