#Sam Drake fic

[emi-gelfling]

Ok, first off, if you aren't a fan of dpxdc crossover fics then you can keep scrolling. For everyone who's still here, enjoy this fantastic wip where danny isn't just a weedy little emo engineer running circles around the batfam; he's also instigating the most UST-filled cat & mouse game with tim ever!

LINK TO "WHO YOU GONNA CALL?":

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58834891/chapters/149945905

[ghostbsuter]

The reason Danny– and in turn, Phantom - nearly dropped kicked Wes into the sun was, because the ginger believes that Bruce Wayne is batman.

Batman.

And with that, the entire family of Mr Wayne being the batcrew.

Them.

Which was ridiculous, Danny watched this week's episode of "keeping up with the waynes", he's seen Mr Wayne in a bathrobe, trying to drink his omelette and his children being absolute chaos gremlins.

These people could NOT be the batman and Co. Of Gotham.

[books-not-people]

AU where when Danny first got in the portal for the picture jazz being the protective older sister she is and knowing her parents "lab safety" she goes in with Danny and when he trips her immediate thought was to save him from falling in the danger trap she considered the portal and they both become halfas que the canon ghost shenanigans but add protect younger siblings obsessed jazz being a absolute nightmare standing behind Danny the hole time just daring someone to go after team phantom and any time they do they immediately regret as they have angered the older sibling and mercy is not an option.

When pariah dark happens they team up to own him no suit required and jazz and Danny become sibling rulers of the realms.

Somehow their parents find out and go mad scientist on them jazz is 18 in this so says fuck you takes Danny and as the nature secretly petty as shit just calls CPS and takes Danny and sues her parents for child support.

They + Sam & Tucker (because they can convince Tucker's parents it will be good for his future tech career and Sam just tells her parents she's going to stay with her dads side of the family(the drakes)) go to Gotham because no GIW unlike Amity and is ecto rich I also imagine that both are on their way to becoming Ancients of space (Danny) and as odd as it seems older siblings(jazz) they are confused at first until it's explained that the belief of the love and protections that older siblings are some of the most protective and also mischievous towards their younger siblings has built up to for an ancient and jazz just happened to become that ancient.

Que jazz helping college students in the Gotham U library study when they miss their older siblings help like when they where growing up and just being a protection spirit but to siblings in particular. This becomes super annoying when the bats and the birds start setting off her instincts after joker escapes and she can only relax after beating the shit out of him with the anti-creep stick in front of red hood who promptly falls in love with her much to the annoyance of Danny who was already secretly dating tim and meeting at the local coffee shop and ordering their coffee

Feel free to add your own ideas and if anyone writes it please send me a link or title I would love to support your story💖

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Years Later

Previous | Masterpost

It had been almost three years since Danny and his twin brother Damian had come to live with their father and Danny thought that they had both done pretty well for themselves. Damian had settled in, bonded with the family, stopped trying to kill their siblings, and made friends with Superman’s youngest son. He still had a very hard time relating to civilians, but everyone had their issues, right?

While their father had been missing for a while they’re all had to step up, and their eldest brother Dick had become Batman and finally made Damian the new Robin. It wasn’t how they had expected that to happen, but even through the grief of losing their father both Damian and Danyal had been happy he got the roll. Dick being Batman had been temporary because both Tim and Danny had been sure Bruce was still alive, and with both of them they’d managed to convince others and free Bruce from the time stream.

When Bruce had recovered and was ready to become Batman again Damian had remained Robin and Tim had gone on to be his own hero, Dick returning to being Nightwing. Damian was happy to work with their father again, training and bonding as heroes. He was good at it too, even if his methods were a bit more violent then Batman would have liked, they were working on that.

As for Danny, he had never joined the night life properly. His siblings teased him about it a little, but Bruce had nearly cried for joy when Danny had been firm in that regard even if he couldn’t escape it entirely, being surround by it as he was, he could refuse to put on a mask. He still wanted to help keep his family safe, so he worked with Tim and Bruce on manufacturing the bat’s gear, and learned how to hack and program with Babs. He ended up an engineer and a ‘guy in the chair’ for his family while they went out to fight crime.

It was calmer, and more fun for him, not to mention less exhausting which allowed him to focus on being as much of a ‘normal kid’ as he could be. He joined more clubs then Damian, and made some civilian friends! Including Sam Manson, who had rich parents who were uncomfortable happy with their daughter hanging out with a Wayne, and Tucker who was at the private school on a scholarship because of his engineering prowess. They were good friends, and Danny was happy to have them despite Sam’s weird family, who he tried to avoid.

It was all going pretty well, except for one thing, the experiments on the Lazarus water. He had started working on it with Tim and Bruce, but been right that Bruce would hold them back, and it meant that the experiments were going nowhere. He thought that he probably could have talked Tim into doing some of the more out there things he wanted but then Tim left, and Bruce was still keeping track of what Danny was doing leaving him unable to work without fighting against his father every step of the way. His brother too, because he had been right that Damian would be loyal to Bruce once their father earned it.

Danny had theories, and charts, and things he wanted to try. But they all came from hunches and dreams which just weren’t enough proof for The Batman even though this was at least half magic and that was half instinct. Danny was nowhere near where he wanted to be at this point, and could not even manufacture his own substitute.

It hadn’t been an imminent problem until the League of Shadows finally realized neither Danny nor Damian had any plans of returning and started trying to claw them back. Talia still sent Danny bottles of Lazarus water sometimes, but it seemed like she was having to smuggle it out which meant he was getting significantly less. There were the clones too. The lack of Lazarus water seemed to be how they were trying to flush Danny out and force him to return, and the clones were being sent to drag Damian back as well.

So far there hadn’t been any clones of Danny, but he was keeping an eye out just in case. The lack of water wasn’t an immediate threat since he had some stockpiled but he was very worried, and if he didn’t figure it out soon it would turn into a problem. He wouldn’t be able to run tests anymore if he was having to save all of it, and if he couldn’t run he wouldn’t find out how to manufacture it. It would end the same way, with him having to return to the League of Shadows or try and steal more water himself which would just end in the same dilemma when he ran out again.

He could try to convince Bruce again in light of this, but they’d had multiple talks about this over the years and though the dependence on the league was becoming a bigger issue Danny wasn’t sure that would matter. Bruce’s world view was uncomfortably black and white. Besides he had bigger long-term plans.

It wasn’t just to recreate it, yes that was the initial goal but that wasn’t going to be where his experimentation ended and he knew it. He knew in his bones that once purified the waters could be used for so much more then just healing the sickly and killing the healthy. The raw energy in them was meant to be so much more! And then there were the dreams, which had never stopped and had only been getting more vivid and insistent as time went on.

More then just a voice calling him now, they showed him things. They showed him an ancient war that had torn holes in reality, an ancient king of blood and magic who had done much harm. And again and again the glowing green portal that he knew he had to build! He had never cared much for destiny, but he couldn’t just ignore this, especially when he could feel the pain of the ancient being who called to him. Just another secret to keep from his family because he didn’t want them to interfere.

It would be easier to do what he needed to do without adult supervision, and he had some ideas about how to go about it. He needed space first, and equipment. Money could get all of that, but how much could he steal without father noticing? He had already started of course, skimming a bit here and a bit there off the top and stashing it away, but the way that was going it would be far to long before he had enough money for everything he needed.

There was another thing that worried Danny too, that he’d seen during his time as ‘the guy in the chair’. The new player in Crime Alley, that Bruce was… worried about, but not hugely yet, he was just getting established after all. The problem was, he was incredibly violent, and his techniques reeked of the league, and of something more. Danny had the uncomfortable feeling he knew exactly who it was beneath the red hood, another secret that he’d kept coming back to bite him. But everything in him still rejected the idea of just coming out and telling all his secrets. Knowledge was power after all, and maybe he could still use this as well.

In fact, he was sure that he could use it. He just had to play the game right, and this might turn out to be exactly what he needed.

 It had been easy to steal some of the other bat’s gear, just a mask, and a few weapons just in case. Easier still to sneak out on a night when they were already out on patrol and head to crime alley with put being spotted. They rarely patrolled there anyway, not that there wasn’t crime there, but because all of it was so integrated in gangs and organized crime there wasn’t time for the little fish and trying usually just lead to more trouble. He would have heard if there was a planned strike because it would have been all hands on deck.

So he put on the mask, and the symbol of the bat, and simply wandered into the territory of the Red Hood. He grappled to an inaccessible roof where he wouldn’t be easy prey for petty thugs and simply waited knowing that Red Hood would find him. It wasn’t long before he heard the thump of someone much heavier landing on the roof behind him and turned to see a familiar hulking man. Danny felt his breath catch in his throat with the chill and he breathed carefully through the odd sense of Pit being nearby that he hadn’t felt since leaving the league confirming his suspicions.

“Well well, you’re a long way from the roost aren’t you birdy? And all on your own?” Red Hood asked, a modulator disguised the sound of his voice, but not really his patterns, Danny smiled and rocked back on his heels.

“All by my lonesome. Because I wanted to talk to you, I recognize league training when I see it. Did they send you?” He asked cocking his head to the side. He refused to tense up or act like he was intimidated or afraid, that would only make him seem like prey and wouldn’t do any good. He was here now, and wasn’t sure he could beat Jason so if the other did attack… well Danny would just have to lay in the grave he’d dug for himself.

“No,” Jason snarled, his fingers twitching around the gun in his hand as he stepped forward. “I don’t work for those fuckers. But they told me, they told me what Bruce did, and how quickly he replaced the last robin with another blue eyes black haired boy. Are you the next one in the chain? He needs to pay for the way he treats those kids.”

“Ah so they cocked you like a gun and pointed you in our direction,” Danny said with a sigh. “No, I’m not the next robin, and that’s not why I’m here. I’m here because I have a deal to offer you, Jason.”

Jason snarled and moved quickly, before Danny could blink the gun was pointed straight at his head. “What sort of deal Brat? Because if you’re planning on blackmailing me what’s stopping me from just shooting you? You won’t be able to tell anyone then.”

“I don’t think you’d shoot a child Jason,” Danny said softly. “But no, I mean, not telling Bruce is part of the deal but I have more to offer then that. There are experiments I want to do, things I want to find out that father will not let me. I need a space and equipment for a lab. In return, I won’t tell anyone your secret identity and I can get you access to Bat tech, and build some new things for you. I’ve been building and adding to bat tech for years, without the Batman’s strict morals holding me back I bet I can build you some… interesting weapons.”

There was a long moment of silence between the two of them before Jason threw his head back and laughed, lowering his weapon. “Well I want to get back at Bruce, and I think enabling another one of his kids to turn against him is an excellent start.”

Danny relaxed and grinned as well, he wasn’t actually planning on turning against his father or siblings but he didn’t feel like arguing about it. Especially when they probably would see this as a betrayal. As if they hadn’t all kept secrets. As if Tim still hadn’t told Damian or Bruce about the Legue of Shadows bases he had blown up and all the people he’d killed while searching for Bruce. Not that Danny was going to out his brother of course.

“I’ve been clearing out any gangs that use kids from the Lanes,” Jason said, his posture relaxed now. “They left plenty of empty warehouses, you can have one of those for your lab. I can get you a decent amount of equipment taken from mad scientist and drug rings I’ve busted but I’m not getting you a fucking grocery list. Anything you want that’s missing you’ll have to get yourself,” Jason said, pointing at Danny.

“I wasn’t expecting you to play nursemaid. Anything you can’t get I can get a hold of myself. I still have access to Bruce’s bank account and he’s used to me regularly making orders of mechanical parts and scientific instruments for the work I do for him. I can get what I need.”

“Good, I know you’re a kid, but I’m not holding your hand,” Jason sneered.

Danny laughed and shook his head; “You should know that none of us Batman take in are kidsin any way that matters. Dick had already been out fighting crime for four years by the time he was my age. I’m no different, I was raised in the league even before moving in with dad. If you tried to hold my hand, I’d cut it off.”

“Feisty,” Jason said in a tone of approval. “Meet me at the docks same time next week. I’ll have gotten what I can for you by then, you can set it up on your own.”

“I can handle it. I’ll build you something to start, but after that I won’t be keeping a schedule. You can make requests if there are things you need but I have a lot of work to do,” He said before he rolled off the roof backwards and slowed his fall enough to get the grapple out and swing away.

To his disappointment his powers hadn’t really grown as he did, so slowing himself was still the best he could do. Just lessen gravity’s effects on him a bit, density shift his limbs for a few seconds but not longer, and not his whole body, blend into shadows but not disappear. He was stronger, faster, and a little more sensitive then the average person, but that was all which was both annoying, and confusing because the voice in his dreams promised him he could be so much more.

He was home that night before his brother and father, and he had a proper fucking plan! He was going to have a lab, a secret place that he could do what he needed to do free of restrictions. He would need a secret identity of his own, a suit that would hide him fully so not even Damian would be able to recognize. A full helmet and a vocal distorter like Jason had, maybe one that sort of matched though he’d have to run that by Jason. So much for not putting on a mask he supposed, though he wasn’t exactly planning to be a hero.

 He couldn’t wait!

---------

It was easy to ask Sam to act as a cover for if Danny was caught out of the house. He would get in trouble for sneaking out to stay the night with a girl of course, but that was much better than his lab being found. She was happy to enable his rebellion though he hadn’t told her the entire truth about what he would be doing, just asked that is his family called she would say he was with her.

He spent his down time in that week using scrap from the cave to build his helmet and since he was always tinkering with one thing or another no one really noticed. He left cosmetic details for later so he could ask about making it match with Red Hood’s a little bit. For now, he kept it black for the most part. He’d need a suit too. Black, white, and red sounded good, he could easily get the black and red material since it was used in Batman’s and Robin’s suits, the white would be something he’d have to make himself.

With that in mind he started working on his suit as well. He was going to be essentially a villain for now, he might as well lean into the aesthetics of it and have some fun right? He wasn’t planning on hurting anyone or being ‘evil’ but he was going against Batman and teaming up with Red Hood so he knew how that would look. He didn’t know fully what he wanted it to look like, but he knew that he wanted claws so he started with that and after a few sketches he had a design.

All of the vital areas of his body were clothed in black, a vest tunic that went down to mid thigh with a red wrap belt to keep it from flapping around too much. The long sleeved shirt underneath was white, going down over his hands in tight gloves tipped with red claws like they were stained with old blood. Each arm was wrapped elbow to wrist, and around the palm with black bandages of thick material that made them nearly gauntlets. The pants underneath were loose and white, stuffed and secured into black boots with thick durable tread and laces in red.

The helmet was black as well, with red eyes and white detailing along the seems and forming a sort of mouth. It would do for now, he could always change it later but he wanted to have this done by the time he started working on his lab so there was a pretty tight deadline. He was still putting the finishing touches on it the day before he went to see Red Hood again, on a weekend night of course, the bats would be busy and everyone could sleep in in the morning.

He fully suited up with tools tucked into his belt and his weapons strapped to his back and snuck out the window not long after the bats flew the roost, making his way quickly to the Alley and down to the docks. Landing on one of the taller roofs he pulled out a pair of small binoculars equipped with night vision and thermo sensors and scanned the area, quickly spotting Jason and a few, what looked like workmen, bringing boxes into the warehouse. Just in case it was a trap Danny waited for them to leave, and once Jason was alone dropped down and slid into the warehouse.

There were tables set up around and boxes on the floor, the lights were on which was good, he’d need electricity. And there was Red Hood, standing in the middle of the warehouse with his arms crossed, his posture tense and impatient. He turned and looked Danny up and down, letting out a distorted chuckle. “You really committed to the bit huh?” He asked, amusement coming through the distortion.

“Well I’m going to be doing this, I might as well. The last thing I want it to be recognized coming in and out, or caught by any of the bats or birds,” He hummed, reaching up to turn off his own vocal distortion which made his voice sound like ghostly whispers. “By the way, I am trained to fight and I practice daily. If you need backup call me. I won’t hurt father or our siblings, but if anything is compromising our deal or my lab I’ll defend it.” He started to open boxes, seeing what equipment Jason had found for him.

“They’re not my siblings,” Jason snarled, his fingers twitching on his crossed arms.

“As you say,” Danny said blandly, rolling his eyes under his mask. “I should warn you as well that I’m going to be working with Lazarus water here.”

“What?!” Jason practically roared. “You’re going to be bringing Lazarus water HERE?!”

Danny dodged on instinct, and was almost surprised when he found Jason hadn’t tried to shoot him. “Yes. I know what the league uses it for, but it clearly has a lot of untapped potential. I think if I can purify it and harness it right I can use it for something Good. I know you’ve had a bad experience with it, I have too,” Danny said, turning back towards Jason with his hands on his hips.

“I died too, when I was eight and they dunked me in the stuff as well. I saw what you were like after they pulled you out, I know why you’re afraid of it. But I know what it’s like and I swear that is Not what I will be using it for. And I’m not doing it for the league either, I don’t want any of this research getting back to them. I have my own motivations, and that includes healing the lasting effects the Pit had on me, hopefully I can heal you as well. I’m not making any promises since I haven’t even started yet, but I might.”

Jason took deep, slow breaths and even through the eyeholes of the mask Danny could see Jason’s eyes were glowing green with familiar maddening rage. “Fine,” Jason growled and stocked out of the building.

Danny let him go. Jason clearly needed time to cool off, but Danny hoped he would come back before he had to leave so that they could talk more about check ins and how to contact each other. If he didn’t it wasn’t the end of the world. Danny would be coming back regularly and didn’t need permission to do so. Jason would know where to find Danny when he was ready to talk about whatever.

Danny pulled a trip wire and a few bombs and batteries out of his pouches and set up a first perimeter with alerts and a second one with traps. Once he felt more secure in his space Danny started to empty the boxes and set up the burners, beakers, distillers and the other equipment Jason had managed to get for him. Danny was surprised and pleased to find a generator as well! This way if he needed extra power he had a way to get it without raising any flags.

It took him a few hours to get everything set up and make a list of the things he still needed, which was mostly more advanced and sensitive. He muttered to himself as he checked over the building knowing the rudimentary security he’d set up was Barely enough for a regular lab, he’d need much more substantial protections for this. Probably a fail safe to destroy the research if someone unauthorized gets in as well. Despite wanting to rush there was no way he could start working with the Lazarus water for at least a month, till then he could tinker with weapons between deliveries of equipment and other things to do.

He didn’t see Jason again before he headed home, but he wanted to be there a bit before he knew dad and Damian would to avoid running into them. He stripped off his costume leaving him in the white pants and a tank top before carefully climbed back through the window to his bedroom. He knew the placements of the cameras like the back of his hand and was sure he could sneak in and out without being seen but just in case he’d rather be spotted in civilian clothes. He wasn’t a known yet and he wanted to stay off his family’s radar as long as possible. Especially because despite having a costume he hadn’t thought of a name yet!

He could always just wait and see what his family started calling him when they eventually became aware of his… rogue persona, and go with that but they didn’t always have the best taste. With his assassin training and his abilities, he thought that it would make sense to have some sort of name referencing a ghost. He didn’t want one that was too obvious though so it was probably time to do a little bit of research to find a ghost that would suit him. Maybe on a school computer so it couldn’t be easily traced back to him.

He should ask Sam too, she was really into this spooky stuff so she’d enjoy helping him pick a name. He wouldn’t be fully honest about what he was looking for, just that he was researching different ghosts, she’d be happy with that. She might put two and two together once his ‘rogue persona’ became known, but as long as he didn’t hurt anyone he thought she’d be on board. He just didn’t plan to tell them till he had to, one less potential avenue for exposure.

There were a lot of things he hadn’t told her or Tucker, that was the problem with having a family like his, whether he was involved or not any relationship had to be built on lies. He couldn’t tell them about being raised in a cult of assassins, about being heir the Demon Head and the Batman, he couldn’t tell them about his family’s hero work. What was one more secret on top of all the ones he and the family were already keeping?

[oldfangirl81]

Danny stared at the candy in horror.

Sam stared at the candy in horror.

Jason stared at the candy in horror.

Tim stared at the candy in horror.

[mj-arts-n-stuff]

aaaaah I can finally share it :D

I put together a little comic for this year's EctoImplosion, which I'm soo hyped to show:

the wonderful @sherry-a-h wrote an awesome fic "Fancy Clothes and Kevlar Suits" inspired by this art, go check it out

[wowowokay]

Okay here are some more fic recs!!

Dumb, Dumber and Dumbass - tempestaurora

Really hilarious fic basically aunt May starts dating Sam Wilson and they are going over to his brothers place to meet his brothers and oh wow! Peter recognizes one of them as his gym teacher (coach Wilson) super awkward for Peter but whatever, then oh, Wade Wilson aka Deadpool who he patrols with sometimes..what the fuck

Words: 5,974 Chapters: 1/1

Jason Todd’s terrible, horrible, no-good very bad Week - slenderboo

Classic Jason/Redhood gets kidnapped by the JL while Batman is away and the bar kids and trying to find out where he is and trying to figure out how to break him out (misunderstandings ensue)

Words: 18,327 Chapters: 7/7

Invisible little stalker - Speechless_since_1998

Cute little Tim drake joins the batfam earlier but Tim is meta!

Words: 2,672 Chapters: 1/1

Note: I hope ya’ll enjoyed!! Ngl idk if the descriptions are great I just took some melatonin before starting this and I’m already exhausted so I was trying to write faster than the melatonin working through my system if that makes sense also ensue does not look like its spelled like that or my brain is just being weird or I’m spelling it totally wrong but oh well oh also my schedule will be changing pretty drastically so I’ll try to keep the same schedule but I might have to adjust it just wanna let you all know! anyways that’s my rambling for tonight sorry if the grammar and punctuation suck like usual I’m super tired rn 🥲 and I hope ya’ll have a good day/night and enjoy!!!

[thatchickwithtoomanyhobbies]

Because the story I was writing was deleted courtesy of my parrot (apparently bird tongues work on tablet screens), I leave you with whatever this is:

I can’t be the only one who thinks Rafe Adler from Uncharted 4 looks extremely similar to Zussman from COD WW2. This means it’s conspiracy theory time!

Zussman is between 21-23 during the events of COD WW2, so still very young. Rafe Adler is somewhere in his 30’s during the events of Uncharted 4, which is set in 2016. For the sake of this theory, we’ll go with about 35.

Let’s say Zuss got married at 25 in 1947, and had a daughter (let’s call her Lisa) in 1950. If Rafe is 35 in the events of Uncharted, that would place his birthday sometime in 1981. The same year Lisa would 31.

It’s canon that Zussman’s family owned a store of some kind his entire life. It’s also canon in the uncharted series that Rafe inherited his family’s business- a chain of big box retailers.

What if Zussman took over the family business and managed to grow it enough to be able to open more locations across America? He’d probably pass it down to his daughter, Lisa, who would take over running it probably sometime in the 70’s.

Let’s say Lisa meets a guy (let’s call him Richard Adler) at age 27, dates him for a couple years, then marries him in 1980 at the age of 30. A year later they have their first child, Rafe Adler, Zussman’s grandson that eventually takes over the business.

“But, Bird! Rafe has contact with mercenaries! How does that work?” I hear you.

What if Aiello’s family has ties to the Italian mafia? What if Aiello looped Zussman in and they used the original store as a front for shady business dealings? What if Zuss used his cut to grow the store? What if the girl Zussman married is Aiello’s own sister? The two families are now tied together.

Rafe needs a mercenary for finding Avery’s treasure? Why not call one of Aiello’s grandchildren (his cousins) whom he grew up with, and happens to know a certain Nadine Ross?

Anyway that’s just a fun theory and probably not canon whatsoever. But it sure is fun to think about. And you can’t deny that Rafe looks like Aiello and Zussman put together. ���

I hope your enjoying this gamer girl’s takes while the fanfiction section of my brain isn’t operating. Let me know if you want more of these.

[griseldabanks]

Comfyvember 22

Story: Uncharted (after Uncharted 4) Prompts: Bail out — Car ride — Lamplight

Nate shot Sam another dirty look. The light from the streetlamp accentuated the lines in his forehead, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. He looked old. Far too old for the kicked-puppy look he was trying on.

“Well, get in,” Nate said, hopping into the driver's seat and slamming the door with more force than necessary. “And fasten your seatbelt; you're not breaking any more laws tonight.”

“What am I, seven?” Sam snorted, already in the process of buckling in.

“Apparently!” Nate snapped. “Because you still have to learn not to take things that don't belong to you!”

“Okay, St. Nathaniel.”

Nate took a deep breath and counted to ten, just like it said in that parenting book Elena had made him read. It didn't say anything about not gripping the steering wheel as hard as if it was his brother's stiff neck, but Nate did that anyway.

Finally, he muttered, “Okay, I've got you, it's late...let's just go,” and made himself leave the police station parking lot at a sedate, non-suspicious pace.

A tense silence settled over the interior of the car as Nate drove the familiar route home. It was the silence of an argument neither of them had to voice to feel the sting of. An argument waged with annoyed glances, Sam's crossed arms, the force with which Nate slapped the turn signal on.

When he slowed down and came to a stop at the first red light, Sam finally muttered, “I said I'm sorry, okay?”

Nate snorted. “No, you're not! Sorry you got caught, maybe.”

“Look, you'd understand if you'd just let me.... It was an eighteenth-century—“

“No!” Nate held up a hand, refusing to look at Sam even as he made a right turn. “I don't care if it was George Washington's dentures, that's no excuse for making me come bail you out the day before Thanksgiving!”

Another silence fell, until Sam broke it again by muttering, “Thomas Jefferson's, actually.”

“Wait, what?”

Then he glanced over and saw Sam's cheeky little grin, and Nate found himself laughing despite himself. Despite how much he wanted to bash some sense into his brother who really ought to know better...it was Sam. As infuriating as he could be, it was impossible to stay upset with him for long.

With a sigh, Nate shook his head, turning onto the last street. “I know it's the pot calling the kettle black, and I get it, I really do, I just...it's gotta be different now, Sam. It just does. I don't want to have to explain to my daughter that Uncle Sam can't show up to Thanksgiving dinner because he's in jail.”

“Wait—daughter? It's a girl?” As Nate pulled into the driveway, the porch light illuminated the look of absolute wonder in Sam's face. The same look he wore whenever they uncovered another incredible treasure.

Warmth exploded in Nate's chest, just as it did every time he thought about it. About her. “Yeah,” he said softly, turning the car off and just sitting in the darkness. “Elena saw the doctor last week. Pretty sure it's a girl.”

“So what're you—what—what'll you name her?”

Nate glanced over to the front door, which Elena had just opened, sending a stream of golden light out upon the front lawn. “I don't know,” he said, waving to her. “But I've been thinking about Cassandra.”

He shared a look with his brother—another look that needed no words. Sam grinned. “Cassie for short?”

Nate nodded thoughtfully. “I like it.”

[automaticsoulharmony]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics), Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Dean Winchester, Tim Drake & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & John Winchester, Dean Winchester & John Winchester & Sam Winchester, John Winchester & Sam Winchester Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester Additional Tags: Bad Parent John Winchester, typical cannon amount of bad parent, Bad Parents Jack and Janet Drake, Absent Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, Angst, Kind Of, Fluff and Angst, We'll go with that, really just exploring childhood dynamics, idk how to tag this, mystical shit happens Summary:

Sam just wants one more week of normal.

Tim is on his sixth week of very not normal.

The Winchesters go to Bristol for a case surrounding a boy, and the boy is more than a little determined to help, and a decent detective too.

[teecupangel]

*gets through the fireplace* Bonjour! Desmond in the Uncharted games! Because I find it funny if he would meet Nathan, thanks to them having the same VA. Adios! *uses the smoke bomb and runs*

So, for this one, we’re going for the Uncharted series is part of the AC series because plot bunny just hit me right at the face.

And yes.

Nathan Drake is absolutely a descendant of the Auditore-Kenway line. (Spoilers to the Uncharted series), it’s heavily implied Nate isn’t really related to Francis Drake and we’ll make use of that setup.

The church Nate grew up in was actually a front of the Brotherhood. His family doesn’t have ties with the Brotherhood, not really, but Sam did learn of the Brotherhood during his stay in the orphanage and is recruited.

Now, Sam isn’t exactly loyal to the Creed. More often than not, he was more in it to get the skills necessary to survive. He kept it a secret from Nate though because he didn’t want him dealing with anything related to the Templars and the Assassins. To keep Nate away from the Templars and the Assassins, Sam tells Nate that they’re last name is Drake.

Samuel Morgan was an Assassin.

Sam Drake was Nathan Drake’s older brother.

So things happened…

Nate meets Sully while Sam was in prison (an undercover mission for the Brotherhood).

Later on, Nate joins Sam in adventuring but Sam keeps any thing connected to the Assassins and the Brotherhood away from Nate.

Sam is an Assassin who is only known by very few other Assassins but Nate has some inkling that something fishy was going on, he just wasn’t sure what it was.

There were specific artifacts that Sam wanted and was okay parting with more lucrative stuff just to get it.

But then…

They teamed up with Rafe…

Sam supposedly died…

Even in the eyes of the Brotherhood.

And that is how Samuel Morgan died and Sam Drake survived the Great Purge that would happen two years from his apparent death.

.

So we have different points in Uncharted that we can catapult Desmond to.

2008 – A 21 year old Desmond is employed by Elena Fisher as her cameraman as they join Nathan Drake in finding Francis Drake’s coffin. This ends with them being part of the whole quest for El Dorado (the corpse of which is an Isu that contracted some kind of deadly virus that is severely dangerous to humans but Desmond and Nate have immunity due to their Isu genes). In this one, Nate actually acts more like an older big brother to Desmond and Elena joked about how they sound a lot alike.

2010 – A 23 year old Desmond gets roped into Chloe and Harry’s plan with Nate because he’s been fired from Bad Weather due to an altercation and has been sidelining as a thief using the training he received from the Farm. He also may or may not have had a fling with Harry Flynn (according to Chloe) and Nate is absolutely questioning Desmond’s taste.

2012 – Desmond escaped Abstergo before the Assassins got him and he is absolutely suffering from Altaïr’s Bleeding Effect. It’s by chance that he is in Yemen at the same time Nate and Sully are there to meet up with Elena. Maybe you can even add in that Desmond used to be Elena’s cameraman for a bit. Anyway, he joins the group because he feels like he knows the Atlantis of Sands that they are looking for. To be more exact… his Bleed of Altaïr knows of it.

2015 – Desmond survived the Solar Flare and has been working for the Brotherhood. He’s tasked with looking into a man named Sam Drake because he sounded a lot like the late Samuel Morgan and they needed to check if he is (1) alive and (2) faked his own death because he was a Templar mole like Daniel Cross. He gets roped into the search of Avery’s treasure and ends up Bleeding as Edward more than once because Edward knows a bit about this supposed treasure.

.

And, just to be clear, Nate does not have the exact same ancestors as Desmond. He’s Haytham Kenway’s descendant from a fling he had in England so they have the same ancestors from the Auditore-Kenway line until Haytham Kenway.

[dianaladrislovebot]

can’t sleep thinking about fem lesbian sam temple again. i need someone to draw her. i need fics. i need to write my OWN fic despite my seven impending wips. i need SOMETHING im starving (pun intended)

[minnesota-fats]

I did it again! I updated!

[drabblesandimagines]

2023 Fic Recs

I've seen a couple of posts where people are sharing some of their favourite Tumblr fics of the year, so here's mine. I must stress I have too many to list, but here's four that I've re-read multiple times this year cos I adored them. Whilst I'm primarily a fluff blog, I do interact with spicier content so bear that in mind before you click!

1. I Am Afraid Not Of Leaving But Being Forgotten by @pinkkittysaw (18+ blog - SFW but please respect pinkkittysaw boundaries of not having minors interact with their work) Oh, Clive Rosfield, I love you so. All of pinkkittysaw's work is wonderful, but I have such a soft spot for a soft, caring Clive and as someone who has low self-esteem (working on it, my friends!) this just speaks to my soul.

2. Ask Request by @neondogs (18+ blog, SFW piece) I haven't played a single game that contains Chris Redfield and only seen parts of Vendetta, but Aspen's Chris Redfield x reader fics have made me fall in love. I'm all about the comfort and Chris comforting reader after a nightmare, respecting boundaries, cuddling them close... Oh, it's wonderful!

3. Beyond Our Vessels by @cryptictongues (18+ blog, NSFW piece) Barnabas x Sleipnir x reader threesome. I will forever say there is not enough Barnabas Tharmr x reader content out there, and this is pure indulgent porn without plot with the added bonus of beautiful, loyal Sleipnir and ooft. OOFT.

4. Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons by @nathandrakeisabottom (SFW piece, blog has 18+ content) I threw myself into their ask box with an anonymous ask about how the Drake Brothers would be with an anxious significant other after my anxiety was really rearing its head in December and I'd played all of the Uncharted games in 2023. I absolutely adore this - I've re-read it so many times already and it always puts a smile on my face!

Wishing you all a wonderful 2024 x

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Day to Day

Previous | Masterpost | Next

“So what sort of ghosts are you looking for?” Sam asked, they were sitting at their usual table at lunch. Damian was outside with Jon somewhere, they hadn’t really stuck together much past their first year at school, when they both found their own places.

“I don’t really know exactly. Old ones? Not ones from western culture, those are all so well known and passe,” Danny said with a dismissive gesture. “Ones from the Middle East or East Asia, ones closer to home.”

“Trying to get back in touch with your culture?” Tucker asked with his moth full of whatever stew he’d selected from the lunch menu.

“Gross,” Sam drawled. “No one wants to see what’s in your mouth.”

“Nah not really,” Danny cut in before they could start arguing again. “Just looking for some decent scary stories that aren’t so overdone. Maybe I’m trying to write a scary story of my own and want something interesting.”

“Oh if you are writing a scary story you have to let me read it!” Sam said enthusiastically, sitting forward on the bench and leaning towards Danny who leaned back a bit in turn.

“I will if I like how it turns out! But first you’ll help me research, won’t you?” Danny asked.

“Course I will! Do you want to come back to my place after school tonight?” Sam asked tilting her head. “You know my parents are always thrilled.”

“I’d love too but I have plans with my family. How about tomorrow?” Danny asked. There was a big bust that night, they’d need Danny in the chair and on the coms to help coordinate and get whatever information they needed.

“Sure tomorrow works,” Sam agreed.

“Wait no it doesn’t!” Tucker interjected furiously. “Danny, you promised to come to anime club with me tomorrow!”

“Oh shoot I forgot,” Danny admitted, smacking his own forehead. “Can I rain check that Tuck? I promise next week.”

“No! You remember how long it took me to talk you into coming along?! You’re not getting out of it again,” Tucker said, pointing his fork at Danny accusatorily.

“Hey we can do it Friday, maybe then you can even stay the night,” Sam said with a shrug.

“Ooor you could come with us to the anime club and I could come back to your house after,” Danny suggested, giving Sam his best puppy-dog eyes.

“Absolutely not, have fun with your nerd club boys,” She said, twiddling her fingers at him with a smirk.

Danny groaned and dropped his head to the table as Tucker started arguing furiously that it was not a nerd club. Maybe Danny could talk Damian into coming along, he did like manga and it could be fun to judge together if anything was really bad. But that might hurt Tucker’s feelings and that was the last thing Danny wanted to do really. Still… more time with his brother. Well he’d just ask and not push to much if Damian said no, which he probably would, depending on how desperate he was for time with Danny. They hadn’t spent a lot of quality time recently.

Danny tuned out of Sam and Tucker’s argument, he knew this was fun for them and they’d only get annoyed if he got between them. Their voices became a pleasantly familiar background noise as he finished his lunch. At least going to a fancy school like this the food was pretty good.

He glanced up in time to catch Damian’s eye as he came back in with Jon and nodded to him, right on time for the bell to ring so they could go to their next class together. Danny said goodbye to Sam and Tucker and got up, returning his tray going to fall into step with Damian. They had arranged it so they had most of their classes together, accept gym which Danny took with Sam and Tucker, and Damian was banned from for unnecessary violence. Next semester Danny would have science while Damian had advanced history.

As they got into more electives they’d probably be separated more as they didn’t have that many interests in common. That would be fine though, they were their own people after all. And besides it was possible that by the end of high school, by the time Danny finished his experiments, they might not even be in each other’s lives anymore. He hoped that wouldn’t be the way things went but it was an outcome he had weighed and considered. Or at least he thought he had, he was still so young perhaps he’d look back in a decade and regret it, but hadn’t they all started young? And he couldn’t know how he’d look back on it now.

Then again he thought he was smart enough to figure out time travel if it really came down too it. So if no one was coming back to stop him then it was probably fine.

Danny and Damian sat next to each other as they always did, Danny slouching in his seat. Something Damian had long sense given up on judging him for given that any time he brought it up Danny only slouched worse out of spite.

Bruce came to pick them and Tim up from school so that he could brief them on the advancements in the case that had taken place while they were at school. They went over the plan and the small ways that it needed to be tweaked in light of those developments on the way home. Alfred wouldn’t allow talk of work at the dinner table and they would need to get to their ‘battle stations’ immediately after the meal so everything had to be settled now.

Tim and Damian were visibly excited for the big bust and Danny was happy for them! But he was less excited. After all he was just bracing himself for a long night and cramps in his fingers and a sore ass as he stayed glued to the bat computer till past midnight. He paid as close attention to the plan as anyone else though, ready to play his part perfectly. He needed to know the plan to properly direct them, he was NOT going to be the reason any of his family got hurt.

Babs joined in the conversation through the speaker in the car as well, thankfully. Since she and Danny would be working together it was most important that they be on the same page. Danny followed Babs leave mostly but the less she had to be in control of everything the better, especially when they were working with many of their family members at the same time. No matter how skilled Babs was she couldn’t be in two places at once.

When they arrived at home Cass was already there, and Harper, Kate, and Steph were there waiting for them as well, along with Barbra. Dick wasn’t going to be joining them tonight because he had his own work to do in Bludhaven which was fine, they had more then enough people for this. As soon as they were in the door Alfred shooed them all into the dining room cutting off any talk about work. It was early for dinner but that was the point, it gave them time to talk about life while he brought them tea and some snacks, and he finished preparing dinner.

Steph asked Kate about her new girlfriend, Bruce asked Tim about how he was getting on with the report he was writing for his new pet research project, both Damian and Danny were asked about school. It was really nice to get to bond with their family like this, to forget how fucked up they all were for a little bit. Because they were fucked up. Had anyone at this table besides Bruce not killed anyone? He, Damian and Cass definitely had, he thought Harper had, he wouldn’t put it past Kate. They were keeping secrets from each other and the world too, but just now, for a couple hours they could pretend to be normal.

They were all talking and laughing in no time and Danny noticed that whenever he had a chance Alfred would just linger in the doorway watching them with a slight smile on his face. So much fond warmth for the family who loved him just as much. Danny didn’t understand why Alfred insisted on keeping this distance between them when he was already such a key member of their family, but that was his choice, he seemed to like it this way. Lingering on the edges.

Dinner was light that night to make sure they didn’t over exert themselves on an full stomach, not that the bats leaving the roost wouldn’t end up eating some heinous takeout at some point. It was practically tradition at this point, even though it stemmed from practicality about what was open and fast at 3 am it had become a familiar pleasure. Not getting to join in on that was just about the only thing that Danny disliked about staying home to coordinate on nights like these. Still Alfred made up for it with regular deliveries of hot tea and homemade snacks.

With dinner finished and cleared away he followed  the family down to the Batcave. As the capes suited up he and Babs booted up their stations and made sure their headsets were sitting comfortably. They both pulled up their half of the cameras, divide and conquer right? Better then ending u accidentally watching the same ones and missing something. He also pulled up his own little cheat sheet, his memorization skills were not as strong as Damian’s so he needed a helping hand in the form of some notes for more complicated plans. Of course written in his own code so that if someone somehow managed to hack him they’d be useless.

With everything ready and confirmation that 'Oracle' and 'Mystic' were online he watched as his family left the cave and immediately switched to watching the cameras to track their motions through the city. He liked watching, they were so graceful and sure of themselves, it was really beautiful. And the rare times when they fucked up and slammed into something made excellent blackmail! Tonight they were peek performance, the city of Gotham embraced them as they flew through her streets and it made Danny smile.

-------

Hours later Danny sat back from his keyboard, noticing for the first time just how tense his shoulders and back were. He stretched and groaned blinking his eyes rapidly, things had gone wrong about half way through the mission and it had taken all his focus to keep everyone alert to incoming threats and on the right track. He saw the cup of tea Alfred had left on the desk for him for the first time, it was cold by then, but he drank it anyway because he was thirsty.

He got up and stretched, from the other side of the room he heard a groan which echoed his own, glancing over to see Barb stretching as well. He sighed, rolled his neck and wandered over to her. “Well that could have gone better,” he commented. Everyone was on their way home now, though they’d probably stop for food and be late.

“Could have gone a lot worse too,” She told him, turning her chair away from the desk to face him. “They’re all okay.”

“Ya, ya they are,” Danny sighed, his shoulders slumping with relief. “God I’m starving.”

As if on queue Alfred wheels a trey full of sandwiches, a plate of cookies, and a fresh pot of spiced tea. “I thought that now that the danger has passed you might want something to eat,” Alfred said in his usual polite way. Danny had wondered before if Alfred might be a meta, it seemed like he always knew everything that was going on with the family even when it didn’t seem like there was any way he could know. It scared Danny sometimes, but he figured it was just like how people always said moms had eyes in the back of their heads.

“You’re a life saver Alfie!” Danny cheered bounding over to grab a sandwich. Alfred gave him a small fond smile and poured him a cup of tea as Danny wolfed down his first sandwich, mumbling thanks through a full mouth as he was handed a cup of tea.

“Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Alfred said without any real feeling as he poured a cup of tea for Barb as well and passed it to her.

“But I didn’t want to wait to thank you,” Danny groaned, swallowing to quickly before carefully blowing on his tea as he grabbed another sandwich.

“Then you should have thanked me before you began to eat,” Alfred said with subtle amusement. Danny couldn’t argue with that so he just groaned dramatically and took a big bite of the new sandwich.

“But I was hungry!” He complained with his mouth full again, receiving a disapproving eyebrow raise which made Danny smirk. He would listen and respect his grandfather-figure when it mattered but he also liked to tease and play. His family knew that by at this point, that Danny dodged rules as much as he could get away with with a charming smile. Tonight Alfred simply sniffed and ignored Danny’s antics in favour of going to prepare the med kits to care for any minor wounds the family got tonight.

Once Danny had eaten he realized he was exhausted! No doubt the capes were still full of adrenaline and would need to stretch and unwind before they headed to bed but Danny barely managed to wait until they were all home and congratulate them before bowing out to go to bed. Leaving them to celebrate however they chose, and try to throw out their fast-food wrappers without Alfred noticing.

He fell asleep quickly, but his sleep was no where near as restful as his fatigue had promised. He dreamed of an intimidating figure in dark armour commanding an army of skeletons, and as people fled in fear he stood frozen to the ground and useless. He woke with his breathing ragged and sweat on his brow just as the sun was rising and got up rather than try and fight against the feeling of unease to go back to sleep.

He took a long shower to wash away the feelings and then went to see if Alfred was already up, and if he was what Danny could do to help. He was relieved when he found Alfred in the well-lit kitchen, his shoulders releasing tension he didn’t know they were holding as he stepped into warm, welcoming presence that made him feel safe. He had wondered sometimes when Alfred found time to sleep given that he was up when the other bats got back from patrols and yet always seemed to be up whenever Danny’s nightmares forced him out of bed. He tried not to worry for Alfred though, just because he didn’t think the older man would appreciate it.

“Ah, a capable helper,” Alfred said with a fond smile when he spotted Danny, stirring a little of the delight Danny had felt when he first found out most of the family was banned from using more then the microwave.

“Indeed, what can I do to help Alfred?” Danny asked happily, going to grab the apron Alfred had gotten him for his and Damian’s last birthday. Alfred didn’t hesitate to put Danny to work helping with the muffins and danishes he was making and by the time Danny’s hands were covered with flour he had forgotten all about his nightmare.

--------

He was tired at that school and ended up avoiding his friends at lunch in favour of having a nap in the library, but he should have known better then to think he could avoid anime club. Of course Tucker cornered him and Danny only complained jokingly as he was dragged off to watch cartoons with Tucker and his other nerd friends (as if Danny wasn’t a nerd himself). It was fun though, once Danny got over his impatience that this club was holding him back from choosing his new ‘villain name’. In the end Danny had to admit that he had a good time, and say that he might come back some time, when he felt like it this time! And maybe drag Damian which Tucker was thrilled about, any excuse to pester Danny’s more standoffish and elusive twin. Danny only slightly regretted not finding time to ask Damian this time.

Damian had already gone home by the time Danny got out of the club. For their first year Damian would have waited but now they were used to living in Gotham they were far more independent, more like they had been before leaving the LoA. Before Jason showed up in town Danny would have said that he was sad about that, and he missed the closeness but now he was just relieved that the space would give him places to hide his activity. Damian was too loyal to father to be allowed in on Danny’s plans no matter how much he hated keeping things from his twin.

That night was a quiet one in Gotham and Danny took the opportunity of the smaller, leisurely family dinner to ask father about going for a sleepover with Sam. He dodged the sharp look and the questions about being safe with a girl, understanding implications and all that. He joked about taking after Brucie and working on his playboy reputation which got Tim and Cass teasing their father instead and took attention off Danny. In the end it was easy to convince Bruce he had already agreed and it was no problem at all!

School the next day dragged as he waited for the sleepover and finally Danny and Sam were leaving the school together as Tucker groused at them about being left out. They were laughing at him as they piled into the back of the car, Sam’s family’s driver greeting them politely before rolling up the screen between front and back seats so they could talk in peace. It was a short drive but Danny appreciated the privacy anyway so he didn’t have to put on the face he showed strangers.

“Sam there you are, what are you wear- Oh! Danny!” Sam’s mother said, the sharp tone she started with melted the moment she saw Danny and she seemed shocked. Danny repressed a laugh as he realized that Sam hadn’t bothered to tell them he was coming since there was no way they’d turn away Bruce Wayne’s son anyway. No doubt surprising them with someone they desperately wanted to impress was pay back for something and Danny would find out what later.

“Good afternoon Mrs. Manson, I hope you don’t mind me coming over tonight. Sam and I have a little interest-based research project we wanted to work on together.” Danny said putting on his charming smile.

“No, no of course not,” Mrs. Manson assured, clearly flustered. “Please call me Pamela Danny, you’re my daughter’s best friend there’s no need for formalities. We’ll prepare something special for dinner, I hope it’ll be up to your standards.”

“Thank you Pamela, I’m sure whatever you make will be lovely,” Danny assured before Sam started shoving him towards the stairs to her bedroom before her mother could start monopolizing Danny’s time asking about Bruce.

“Thank mom, that’s great, we’re going to go start researching now, see you later,” Sam said without hardly pausing as Danny laughed and bid Sam’s mother goodbye before letting himself be herded upstairs.

Sam slammed the door shut behind them and breathed a sigh of relief making Danny snort as he went to flop in one of her beanbag chairs, dumping his bag next to him. “So, what did they do to warrant the surprise?” He asked with dry amusement as Sam shed her bag and jacket and went to sit cross legged on the bed.

“Are you sure you want to know? It’s particularly gross,” She asked wrinkling her nose.

“Well now I have to know,” Danny prodded with some trepidation.

“Well, they just gave me the talk recently. As if I didn’t already know what sex is and where babies come from,” she said rolling her eyes. “I’ve had unfiltered access to the internet since I was 8! Anyway, as they were impressing on me the importance of not ending up pregnant and stuff they managed to slip in that if I somehow had to be a teen mom I should make sure You were the father.”

Danny was sure the face of disgust she pulled was mirrored in his own horror. “They really tried to suggest you should baby-trap me?” He squeaked indignantly, not a very dignified tone by any means but he was trying very hard not to shout.

“Essentially ya,” Sam sighed, rubbing her face with her hands. “I hope you don’t mind I told them we were dating just so they’d finally shut up about it. But if they pick this as their new crusade cause I’m going to tell them they freaked you out to much so we broke up,” She said vindictively and Danny exhaled slowly.

“No I don’t mind, but Jesus Sam,” He said softly, getting up from the beanbag chair to go sit next to her instead. “That’s not okay.”

“No I know, but I’ve also known for ages they care about money and status more then anything else. I don’t put much stock in what they think or say anymore,” she said with carelessness Danny knew she didn’t actually feel.

“Why don’t I ask Bruce if you can come over for a sleepover next weekend? Maybe you can join in on family movie night?” He suggested rather than calling her on it. Getting her away from her parents and into a more supportive environment for a bit was more important, actions over words, always.

“That sounds great Danny,” She said, neither of them commenting on how her eyes had gotten a little misty. “Now!” She said deflecting from the emotional conversation right on queue as she leaned down to grab her laptop from her bag. “Why don’t we get started on that research you wanted to do?”

[not-those-kids]

WELL YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY I USE MY WALK IM A WOMANS MAN NO TIME TO TALK