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[szczurherbacany]

yyyyy yyy gays 👍

[greenglowinspooks]

(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)

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Tw: N/A

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.

And Danny hated it.

He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.

In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.

After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.

He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.

Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.

Right. Scarecrow.

His escape.

The chase.

His mom.

“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”

“Oh.”

After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.

“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”

Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!

“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”

“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”

“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”

“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”

Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.

Danny sat down.

“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”

Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.

“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”

“Oh,” Danny said.

He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.

Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.

Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.

It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.

Tucker.

Amity park.

Home.

Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.

He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.

Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.

“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”

Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.

He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.

At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.

Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.

Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.

It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.

Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.

He was not about to cry.

“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”

He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.

Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.

He read the report again.

And again.

And again.

Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.

“What?”

“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”

Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.

“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.

“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”

“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”

“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”

Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.

“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”

“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”

But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”

“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”

“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”

Dr. Crane sighed.

“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”

“…Why?”

“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”

Danny paused.

“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”

“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”

Danny snorted.

“You care about laws now?”

“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”

Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.

“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”

“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”

Danny nodded. He could live with that.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”

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[khickuwa]

let him be soft, and let him be mine.

[ingridgh0st]

(My Clematis - Ivan & Till.ver)

The IvanTill My Clematis cover art is the only one so far that doesn't have the splatter be too obvious but kinda hidden where in the art work Till and Ivan's colors blend together in their necks

[lime-bucket]

Cain killing Abel because of Lucifer? No, more like the result of shitty parenting and God's favoritism.

Sometimes i wonder if john milton is spininng in his grave cuz idiot modern writers like viv think that to make lucifer sympathatic means removing any evil doings he committed & erasing the complexities of his character

[tolkien-povs]

POV:

Your default method of healing anyone is "aethlas," and not actual medicines, despite having prior medical knowledge and being practically raised by a doctor.

[ohyousillything]

Names turn out to be a big hit among the clones -vod’a, they call themselves, to Jango’s eternal chagrin- and pretty soon no one remembers that Cody was the first one of them to hold a name between both his hands.

Some vod’e name themselves, while others are named by those around them. The Kaminoans are vexed by the phenomenon and even have them all tested, but finally seem to decide it’s harmless enough, and no none gets decommissioned.

Not that Cody doesn’t worry about that--he sleeps with an eye open every night for a fortnight, certain he’ll be dragged out into the yard and shot, or maybe dropped into a vat of acid. Yet when it doesn't happen and life resumes as usual here in their little kennels in Kamino, it feels--he doesn’t know.

“Anticlimactic,” Jango tells him as Cody puts together a bomb with dextrous fingers.

There’s others in the testing room, but Jango always seems to circle back to him. Bly and Colt are nearby having the time of their lives making more and more destructive explosives under the instructor’s proud but slightly horrified gaze, while Bacara seems to be crafting what looks like a sonic charge. Everyone gives her a wide berth.

“The opposite of climax, or lacking climax,” Cody muses, slotting wires carefully. Frowning, he looks up at Jango, “I don’t get it,”

Jango gives him a considering look, “It means you were expecting a big fallout, and nothing happened, and that somehow--disappoints you,”

Cody doesn’t scoff-his self control is too tight for him to be giving away so much- but his finger twitches. He stares at it.

“I’m not disappointed at not being decommissioned,” he says finally, softly as not to be heard by the others. The very thought seems idiotic.

Jango shrugs. "Perhaps you're disappointed that something so important to you doesn't mean much, in the great scheme of things,"

Cody doesn't reply, and Jango lets him be.

The great scheme of things should note matter much, to a clone, but Cody thinks maybe he's built diferent.

Maybe each of them are.

[rmbunnie]

the "Red Hood does what he does because of the Lazarus Pit" misconception is a little annoying but well worth the annoyance if you're able to replace every instance of "pit rage" mentioned in anything ever with "gamer rage" in your mind

[baileyfox1999]

Bsd theory

Nikolai bringing the entire bsd universe to fight God fukuchi

[okbomber]

naur I'm delusional but not enough to draw andrew blaze with tits...

[dragons-in-spaceee]

Dream never having been told no in his life and also Dream never making time to do what *he* wants to do are two ideas that can coexist actually

[gothchoccymilk]

can someone like. actually convert me to some religion already. I'm tired of the ennui, need me a 'spiritual awakening'.

put me on some neopagan, wiccan, crystal collecting homeopathy shit. I wanna buy candles and cast spells and believe in a higher power, seems cool as fuck. lemme pray to my gods and cure the panic attacks leaving the house alone and making phone calls.

[theehorsepusssy]

Who are you

The patron saint of broken boys and dirty underwear

[rocksandmirrors]

WAIT CATGIRL STEVE

Luz and Hunter made him the cat hoodie

bonus:

[bittersweetbonbon]

i think itd be funny if the foundation did a site director swap for like a week to "improve inter-workplace relations" and it all went to shit in like 30 minutes

[mariahcarreyyy]

bae im fighting demons (my friends).

so basically a while ago i told my friends that i found this guy cute, and trust me, he actually is. his eyes sold it for me, they're so pretty.

but they don't think he's it at all??? and im not even bothered by that coz i dont rlly feel much towards him, i just find him pretty, but i don't understand how they don't see it 😭😭

like he's CUTE cute. curly hair, green eyes, tan skin. and he seems shy too. would i ask for his number? maybe if i had the social capability, but even if i wanted to for sure, my friends would look at me as if i grew 12 heads 😭😭

now i come to u w the problem that they call him billy goats gruff because of his beard.... and there's nothing wrong w it?? i think im going mental because he's like 🤩 and all my friends are 😟.

- @planete777 💓

our friends really never give us a break😪

But my friends are the EXACT same. When one of us finds a guy cute, no one agrees. And i think thats fine!!! Ive never found the same guys hot as my friends, and neither have they-- atleast its a less chance that they'll steal ur boyfriend ig...

i get it tho it gets FRUS. TRA. TING. Like how???? R we looking at the same person rn??? The person who looks like a greek god reincarnate??? THATS who u think is ugly???????????

GOOD LORD THO BILLY GOATS GRUFF IS RUTHLESSSSSSS😭😭😭😭😭😭

+ but curly hair, green eyes, tan skin . . . sounds familiar....🤔