#and neither one are angsty!

[kettlefire]

Age is but a Number (DPxDC)

Daniel Fenton was only thirteen months old when he took his first steps. Only fifteen months old when he said his first words. He was two years old when he uttered his first sentence.

Danny could walk back his whole timeline from the moment he opened his eyes into this world. Except, none of those moments counted. They held no true weight for Danny's life.

No, there were certain moments that mattered. That had a clear shift to his life. Not every moment, not every milestone mattered.

Danny was five years old when he first felt the sting of disappointment at his parents missing a school event. He was six years old when the lab door was closed in his face for the first time, but not the last time.

He was eight when his young mind realized who was the one raising him. The one feeding him, waking him up, getting him dressed, and dealing with his tantrums.

Danny was ten when he learned to love and hate his parents for the true first time. Seeing both the good and the bad in them, and still loving them despite it.

He was eleven when he watched his sister crack under the pressure. Stood teary-eyed in the doorframe of her bedroom as he watched her cry and sob. He was twelve when he got into his first real fight with his mother, hiding away at Tucker's place for a few nights.

Danny was fourteen years old when he stepped into his parents' portal. When he accidentally hit the on switch. When a combination of ectoplasm and electricity ruined his life.

He was only fourteen when he experienced death for himself. Felt his life force leave him, and flood him at the same time.

Danny was still only fourteen when his world changed. New powers and abilities appear out of thin air. When a crazed billionaire latched on to him. When Danny had taken the mantel of a hero without meaning to.

He was still just fourteen when his life was filled with constant fighting. Both ghostly and human. Things got more tense between Danny and his mother. School was a weight that Danny wasn't sure he could handle.

Danny was fifteen when he had an existential crisis. The weight of a looming crown he was meant to take on the moment he turned eighteen or died fully. Having witnessed timelines where his family was gone. Having recognized a pattern of repetition in a life that Danny didn't want.

He was still fifteen when he made an impulsive decision. It was stupid and rash. Something expected from an angsty teenage boy, and not from an heir to a throne and a town to protect.

There had been no big fight. No big showdown. His parents still didn't know his secret. Danny hadn't bothered telling Tucker, Sam, or Jazz about his great plan. One moment, Daniel Fenton was in Amity Park. The next moment, he was gone without a trace.

Danny is just a fifteen year old boy, perched on a hill miles away from home. He didn't know what he was doing or what he was going to do. He didn't even know what state he was in.

He had just flown through the sky, a bag of emergency supplies slung over his shoulder. Danny had no intentions of stopping. That was until he stumbled cross a state line, and felt it.

A strong sense of caring and love. A feeling that Danny could only compare to the love he felt from Jazz. There was a strangeness in the air, but also a feeling of home. It drew Danny in like a moth to a flame.

Danny was just fifteen, curled up on a damp hill. Staring up into the night sky, and wishing for things to be different.

Not completely different. He didn't want to get rid of Phantom. Didn't want his life to go back to how it had been. Danny wanted things to get better. He wanted to feel like a kid again, something he realized he hadn't felt in a long time. Despite Jazz's best efforts to shield him.

The first tear had left Danny before he even realized it. A shaking hand wiped the tear away, silently cursing at himself for being such a baby.

Except that wasn't the only tear. It was like a dam, he never knew was there, had broken. Tears streaked down Danny's cheeks faster than he could wipe them away. Choked muffled sounds quickly turned to harsh gasping sobs.

Danny was only fifteen when he finally broke. Curled up on a random hill in a random state in the middle of nowhere. A glowing young teenager whose glow only seemed to dull with each gut-wrenching sob. Yet the stars seemed to twinkle even brighter than ever on this countryside.

So lost in the whirlwind of emotions that Danny was too young to fully decipher, he never noticed the approaching vehicle. Didn't so much as flinch when it came to a stop near him.

Danny's pain radiated with each sound he made. With each tear that left his toxic eyes. There was seemingly no end to it all. Until a single voice managed to pierce through Danny's bubble.

"Oh, dear... It's just a boy. Quick, grab a blanket!"

A small, frail voice was all it took. A voice weathered with age, and a tremble to it. Danny's whole body froze, head lifting to look at the speaker.

Except his vision had been quickly covered for a brief moment as an old flannel blanket was suddenly wrapped around Danny's shoulders. It smelt of dirt, hay, and warmth.

A kind old woman quickly followed to take a seat beside the glowing teenager. A warm, loving smile on her lips as she brought a thermos to Danny. An equally old and warm man seemed to follow behind her.

Danny's sobbing had quieted as quickly as it had started. The teen was completely bewildered, stunned to silence. This old couple, the embodiment of the American dream, didn't so much as blink at the sight a glowing boy crying on their land.

She had called him a boy. She had called him a boy. Danny was just a boy to her. His hands trembled as he accepted the thermos, taking a drink from the still hot coco inside.

Danny's stunned silence must have spoken volumes. The old man had given out a chuckle, moving to stand beside his wife.

"Don't worry, bud. Our son is just as strange as you."

Danny was just fifteen years old when he stumbled onto the Kent farm. When John and Martha Kent stumbled upon a crying glowing boy. When a sweet old couple hadn't cowered in fear but instead embraced Danny. Offering kindness and comfort with no strings attached.

He was only fifteen when he found himself a new home. A new life. One where he didn't have to be anything more than a teenage trying his best. When his powers weren't needed, only appreciated. Never expected.

A life where a warm home-cooked meal and a mother's kiss seemed to greet him every morning and night. Where a father's touch seemed to linger in every tractor lesson, every game of catch, and every time Danny learned more about the farmer lifestyle.

Danny was fifteen when he found his family. When he met the equally kind son of an amazing couple. When he had someone willing to teach him how to handle his powers, but never expected him to.

But Danny was seventeen when his past came back. When a town and people he cared about, all came flooding back in. When the guilt and shame of abandoning them came flooding back in.

When his new picture, perfect life started to crumble around the edges. When he realized life never went well for a Fenton and Fenton-adjacent. The perfect safe bubble had to burst eventual.

And well, that's a story for another day.

[thenamesapollo]

Quite curious to why you thought that Ink's dads were a diservice to his character in the first place lmao

man I don't even knooooow???? (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

I think I was just really up my own ass and that 1) i forgot that my interpretation of ink isn't the popular one, and basically no one knew of him. and that 2) I forgot I didn't create him lol.......

I was like 'him having dads doesn't make sense cuz he's supposed to be lonely' and like. no man.... u didn't make him what do u mean 'supposed to'.......

probably also bcuz I was pretty salty that a selfcest ship (<- something that makes me MAD uncomfortable) was canon to my special interest, and coming across something that makes me mad when I'm just trying to enjoy my interest pissed me off (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠)

but honestly every other point I made was kinda stupid lmao..... like it was my first ever L........

[xcal1bur25]

It's my hot take that the most infuriatingly tragic part of the whole Artoria and Mordred dynamic is that Mordred was actually the perfect heir, one who could bridge the gap and be the leader Britain both needed and wanted, whereas Artoria could only ever be the former.

However, Artoria's perfectionism, the impossible standard that she held herself to, meant that she would judge even a perfect clone of herself as an unworthy heir. And Mordred isn't a perfect clone of Artoria, Mordred...is a flawed one. A version of Artoria who laughs loudly and rages louder, who wears their heart on their sleeve, whose love of battle is second only to their loyalty to their people. A version of Artoria who is, unlike the original, undeniably, unquestionably, human.

It's the perfect irony. Artoria's true heir is a homunculus who is more human than she ever seemed to be. A weapon forged with the sole purpose of destroying her that hardly needed convincing to swear undying loyalty to her kingdom and ideals. Every bit as brave, every bit as selfless, every bit a born leader (after all, the rebellion did not gather around Mordred out of nowhere) as their father. But also, not an inhuman machine, someone who could laugh and celebrate with their soldiers as much as lead them. One who could be seen to share in their people's anger and joy and grief and everything in between. Everything their father was, and everything their father didn't realize she needed to be, despite an origin and upbringing designed to create the exact opposite.

But because of Artoria's perfectionism, because she saw every bit of her own humanity as the thing that would destroy her country, instead of saving it. She could not understand that for all a king must exist for their people, a king must be of their people as well. Artoria looked her perfect successor in the face, she looked the solution to all her ever-growing problems in the face, she looked the embodiment of all the humanity she was trying to pretend she didn't have in the face,

and she said no.

And for that, Camelot burned.

[lawlietscaramels]

Promise ╾ RieLiet

Rie and L have really different personalities and worldviews and fears and hopes and yet they are at the same time similar. A lot is said and a lot is unsaid between them.

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Rie stumbles into the room and for a moment L thinks she's going to drop on the floor for another impromptu nap but she raises her head and points at him.

That is the first thing L notices. Soon after he notices a second thing, Rie's red face, and a third, her tears, and when she begins speaking he notices a fourth, her slurring of each word, and by then he's quite sure the woman is drunk.

"Oi, L!" she declares, still pointing at him.

"Ah. Yes, Rie?" the man enquires, finger stuck between his lips as he peers forward at her from his perch.

She sniffles and wipes her face with her sleeve, gestures wildly with bottle in hand. "L, you gotta promise me something. Hey? You gotta promise, right?" Between her tears and inebriated state, Rie sounds oddly like she has a cold – her words are quite difficult to make out, and perhaps she realises this, because she really is repeating herself a lot, L notes in something akin to alarm.

"Promise what, Miss Rie-san?"

"If you die," she tells him through snot and alcohol, "if you die you gotta wait for me, okay? You gotta promise me, L, you gotta -" she hiccups and drags her sleeve over her face again, misery pulling her lips into a pout. Rie sobs loudly, speaks through it. "'F you die and I don't you'll wait for me, right? You won't – follow no cats into the woods or – open the gates or whatever, you'll wait for me, right? You gotta promise, L!"

And she is crying so much and her drink is spilling on the carpet and L is a man equally hungry and thirsty, paralysed between food and water, between telling her he won't wait, he will, he doesn't know, he doesn't believe in the afterlife, what is wrong with you, Rie, shut up and go to bed, when Rie really does collapse, limbs akimbo on the floor.

Dead asleep.

L scoots his chair over and stares at her red, tear stained cheeks, then pulls a blanket from the couch to fall over her.

The man stares at Rie for a moment longer, then swivels his chair back to his computer.

He would not keep a promise.

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𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖙 ˏˋ⋆˖⁺˖⁀➷ 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 + 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜

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[lenathesingingcat]

You know what I would love to see more of? Reincarnation AUs where the original piece of media is acknowledged. Like, “we were the characters in [whatever] in a past life” reincarnation AUs.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this done, and that’s a shame. Depending on what direction you choose to take it in, this has untapped humour potential AND untapped angst potential!

“So you’re telling me that movie - ”

“BOOK! IT WAS A BOOK FIRST!”

“Right… that was our past life?”

“Yes! And I can’t believe I’m in love with someone who watched the film before reading the book!”

“…That’s… not too crazy, I guess… Wait, you’re in love with me?”

OR

“I remember everything and my boyfriend doesn’t, I’m so happy we found each other, but… what if he reads the book? What if he finds out what kind of person I was? How will he still be able to love me if he reads about what I did to him, about how much I hurt him and others, when he did nothing wrong and loved me unconditionally? What if he can’t? I love him so much, I wish I’d realised that in our past life…”

Why isn’t this more of a thing??

[engagemythrusters]

1000% true reason Ezra's hair got short for s3 is bc Chopper Base is a warmer climate than Lothal and Ezra's got that nice thick hair yknow so time to give himself an edgy teen undercut (or whatever emo vibe he's going for that reduces hair on his head) to get his scalp to breathe. and so he has sabine come do it. but sabine is a perfectionist and, more importnatly, an older sibling. so she messes up once and goes "fuck" and then shaves him bald and tells him to come back in 6 months to try again

[gorgxoxus]

Kate and Anthony’s first time scene in ‘The Viscount Who Loved Me’ hit my perfect sex scene trifecta - banter, angst and conversation.

[windor-truffle]

*chants in increasing volume* ghost AU ghost AU GHOST AU GHOST AU

[exx-ceptional]

heya mick!! i hope ur doing alright! i know you recently got a dahlia from skullgirls request and i hope you don't mind if i request one too D:

could i request a black dahlia (skullgirls) with a female significant other? like some angst? like dahlia cheats on the reader with someone else?

im sorry tho, you don't gotta do this if you don't want to, im just a sucker for angst😭😭

But, you'd always leave me behind.

More requests, ILY :3 had to do this during exam night but don't care cause ANGGSSTTTT Black Dahlia X fem reader _______________________________________________

"It's not cheating, love. I'm only there for their body- I love you wholeheartedly, swear my beautiful girl." Those words, shitty lies of an experienced phony. Yet, her voice felt so comforting and warm behind that mask you're already used to. If just for one more second, she could return to hugging you, protecting you from everything. The many times, just so hard to count and let it slip by just for the sake of some type of love. Truthfully, your heart screamed in betrayal, hurt, and sorrow. Never anger, never rage. Just stuck in the dilemma of ignoring a false-looking truth. No, this can't go on at this point... something's got to give. You loved saying the words 'I love you' so honestly to her, no matter if you were just dismissed with a wave of her hand in return. It felt special, really happy. Fuck, why can't we just do it right, Dahlia? ____________________________________________________ Another night, Dahlia is back with lovebites and her usual poker face ridden with lipstick stains on her mask. "Y/N, you're sulking up again- what's the matter, love?" Her ignorance is bliss, but it's so heart-wrenching to you. How many times has she returned like this? Where even you couldn't complain, you can't really... If you could burst, if your emotions could just get out of control- that's inconvenient? As if you'd care. "It's about the gals, isn't it? Told you to never care about it. You know I love you, hm? You'll love me as well either way, mhm?" She hummed with a smug smirk behind her mask keeping her hands to herself, she didn't even have the heart to at least comfort or touch you whole-heartedly. Fucking liar, fucking.... Her harsh actions fulfilled the dreams of everyone but you, of everyone deserving. Does loyalty not play a part in respect anymore? What, why would she just say that, those thoughts are mind-consuming. But, it's the truth. For her, you did so many of the cruelest acts just for the kindest of reasons. And that is, love itself. But, it's not different to anyone- this sacrifice is not as abnormal as you would've hoped it to be. If like, you could be different and have the good enough hurt in your life to be noticed- maybe. You were just an ignorant innocence slowly being twisted by the truth you wished you just... never saw, maybe. She stood so far away from you, cleaning herself up with no reaction- not even minding to hide a thing from you, and it was just so annoying... no, it's a stronger hate containing only powerless malice. You sat silently, torn with sadness as you cooked a hot meal with a solemn heart. No, this isn't even any special... just food, just some stuff to eat. If really, you could make this with the love you really had for Dahlia- if like, some things could change then maybe... All the ideas and all the thoughts of what characteristic you probably lacked is the only thing that fueled you awake, how better are those women? Better than you, to be sure. The food is set for two, and you sit down- the table lacks its duo, its partner. Seemingly, Dahlia slips away with just some cold snack for tonight- planning to spend a long time with someone else, the minutes and hours you also crave yourself. Looking down, spoon motionless in your hand as you can't cry anymore, you can't expect new hope anymore at this point. How much change, how many things do you need to do to get those cold arms to embrace you again... Everything's cold again, this house is just a building as you tremble with tearless sobs. Wow, you really do love me, Dahlia. ____________________________________________

FIN

A/N: I didn't review by the way made at 11 25 pm with love and pickle water so probably kinda messy

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

IT'S FOR YOU!!!!!!

[adozentothedawn]

Why is Fiora french? I am confused. No one else from Demacia is french. Demacia is not fantasy France. Just apparently her family is french. The voice over even pronounces her last name french. The other noble families we know from there are called Crownguard, Lightshield, and Spiritmight. And there’s Fiora (Yves Saint) Laurent.

In conclusion: What is going on

[orcelito]

uhm. uhmmm. ladue chapter 18 sure is the goal.

... though im still kinda in the mood for angst. this is a problem.

[tiger-moran]

Yeah I really don't think it was worth the time and effort writing that fic trilogy, I could have been getting on with a project I actually really care about instead of spending that much time on that

[distort-t]

SHY AFFECTION PROMPTS—

Walking side by side, the back of their fingers brushing—too shy to initiate hand-holding.

Teasing the tips of person B’s hair between their fingers, watching their fingers, unable to meet B’s gaze.

Subtle acts of service: opening a door for them, covering cornered edges when the other bends down to pick something up, purchasing something of the other’s interest.

”You look—uh, good. You look good.” Stammering, trying to appear confident when complimenting the other. Cue the throat clearing and avoidance of eye-contact.

Hesitant smiles and blushy cheeks.

Person A about to say something before thinking against it and closing their mouth.

Agonising slow-paced romance.

Person B sticking by person A’s side while they’re sick and stuck to bed rest, despite A’s warning of getting them sick too.

Thoughtful picnic dates.

Almost confessions.

”I care about you, and I want the best for you.”

Friends to lovers.

Looking for each other in social settings.

“You mean more to me than that.”

”Come on, we’re friends.” “Are we really?”

Angsty confessions after built up feelings being hidden.

Everyone can see it but them.

“We’re just friends!” “With how B is looking at you now? I don’t think you’re just friends.”

Starry night skies, damp grass, and deep talks about life.

B learning about A’s body insecurities and finding that it’s their favourite part of them.

Love-fuelled kisses under whispering nights.

So deeply in love that it almost makes their friends uncomfortable to witness.

Feathery forehead kisses.

Neither of them raise their voice—a love so gentle and kind that it makes your teeth rot.

Either one has social anxiety and the other orders for them at cafes and restaurants, or both of them do and one disregards their own anxiety and steps up.

Late nights cuddled up and quiet giggles.

”You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

”I want our kids to have your eyes.”

Inside jokes that literally no one understands.

[cheemken]

Knight I just know Bianca gon be blushing and shit when Iris and Haxorus are training Hilbert and Emboar

Gonna be using the same excuse as her alternative version. Saying she wants to study the Bond Phenomenon but staring at Iris 80% of the time

Also I just imagine when Hilbert folded and is laying on the ground, with Emboar and Samurott staring at him, the conversation between him and Iris is what you said, but also

“Arc DAMN that hurts. Man wtf”

“Oh yeah, we feel the same pain our Pokémon feel. We just have a lower pain tolerance than them”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before I told Samurott to attack Emboar??”

“For shits and giggles lol”

Listen, she loves Hilbert and everything, but she can’t resist fucking with him. She just didn’t expect Samurott to hit Emboar that hard

The civil war in Unova may have matured him, but he’s meant to be stupid™️. Especially now that Iris is here with him

LMFAAOOOO REAL THO HAHAHAHAHAH

Look, the moirails together are either really really soft or the biggest crackheads known to man and everyone else has to deal w them Arceus knows they'd be unstoppable if they really were childhood friends lmaooo

Hilbert on the ground looking up at Iris all "you are such a bitch fr"

Iris grins at him, feigning hurt, a hand on her chest, "me? A bitch? Why, good sir, I'm an asshole at best"

"eat shit, whore"

"you first, shitstain"

Low-key angsty but Hilbert now yearning that sense of normalcy omfsss bcndbdnd anyways yeah these two your honour they make me so ill cbxnxn

And def tho, Bianca just staring at Iris bc Iris has a toned body and she has abs and the way her muscles flex when she endured hits from Hilbert too and Arc that is so unfair why is she so attractive cjmsns Hilda's there giving her a look™

"you sure this is still for research?"

"o-of course! Iris said the trainers are part of the battle bond process!"

"I see, well, it just seems you're staring more at Iris than anyone else"

"what no I'm not chmdbd"

Homegirl is not as subtle as she thinks she is lmfao, Hilda has to deal with not only the crackhead energy of Iris and Hilbert, but also Bianca being a gay fuck just staring at Iris and going "oh my Arc,,," everytime Iris looks at her and smirks at her and winks at her Arc she is so fucking unfair Bianca can't focus on her research now cbsmns hahahaha

[anonymous-existences]

DCXDP Prompt 13 :

@demonic0angel I'm gonna borrow a bit of your 'First Burn' Prompt If ya don't mind <33 just a teeny bit(cuz song hehe) and make it more ANGSTY!!

Danny and Bruce are divorced, Only Dick knew they were together, Danny and Bruce's love started in college, oh how their love and passion were true and gentle, everyone around them wished them happy memories.

But as Bruce took the Mantle of Batman, He never told Danny, neither did Alfred have the heart to tell Danny that he was always getting into dangerous situations as he roamed around Gotham as a Vigilante, Sneaking out at night from their bed.

Bruce and Danny both adopted Dick, Little Richard 'Dick' Grayson, Danny's little boy, his precious little star. Bruce saw how much Danny cared for Dick, Bruce thought Dick could be a distraction for Danny so Danny doesn't notice his secret Vigilante nightlife.

....

Danny knew. He knew everything alright. Danny tries to not cry every night as he feels Bruce sneak away in the middle of the night, every whispers of love that Bruce utters to Danny felt like lies, Danny knew he had secrets too, His Past Vigilante life as a teenager is something he never told Bruce.

But this is something Danny is slowly breaking himself into denial, His husband is a vigilante, that's fine, he was fine with that, but the way he interacted with other women made Danny's heart break, even other heroes... Too close, Too Intimate, Too Comfortable.

Danny stopped following Bruce everytime he left by that time, he felt so hurt and so insecure of himself everytime he saw 'Batman' Interact with those others so.. closely.

It made Danny's core scream in doubt and his emotions derailing into confronting Bruce.

He thought Confronting Bruce about his nightly sneaking would get Bruce to finally trust Danny with the information about Him being Batman but no, it made Danny doubt so much more, Days of constant fight and reuniting, His Little Boy, Dick , and Alfred was the last thing keeping Danny in mental order, Organized and Composed as he always should be. Even if Bruce is Acting like a Playboy Brucie Wayne.

He tried to do what Jazz would have done but nothing FUCKING worked and Danny was always on edge, he felt that everything his husband said was a lie, he loved Bruce but why won't Bruce trust him? Please... please, just tell him the truth, I won't be mad. Please. Just tell me. Tell me everything. TELL ME! PLEASE! IM BEGGING YOU! JUST TELL M—

Danny loves Bruce, But as day passes, that love slowly felt one sided.

....

Dick didn't mean it, it was supposed to be a harmless little prank, he didn't know how rocky Bruce and Danny's Marriage was, he didn't know. He really didn't.

He didn't know a picture of Batman with Selina would seal it off. He didn't know a single lipstick would finish it all. He was only a child. It was his fault. He felt that it was his fault— why wouldn't he? He didn't know.. he really didn't.

Danny and Bruce screamed, it was nothing that Dick could have ever heard before, he didn't know at all. He really didn't.... It was only supposed to be a prank.. He didn't mean it...

...

Bruce soon took in Jason, Dick noticed how much Jason looked like Danny, Dick wanted to yell, he wanted to scream at Bruce, He wanted to confront him about passing the mantle to Jason— but... It's no use fighting against someone that's like Bruce. Not like Batman.

Dick secretly kept contact with Danny and his Family, Dani And Jazz was still his aunt as they lived in Bludhaven, he could always go to them as Nightwing and they'd know to help him without questioning. Dick felt bad everytime he did. He felt as though he was burdening the family of the person who's marriage he ruined, his own Father.

The only Father who could actually handle and was a real father.

Everything passed by so quickly.

Jason Died.

Tim Was adopted and he became Robin.

Jason came back to life.

Dick immediately took Jason to Danny.

Damian Came into their lives. Dick felt his blood Boil when Damian did but he couldn't blame Damian, Dick accepted Damian with a whole heart, acting like the Danny which the Manor Lost because of Bruce.

He will be the person who loved everyone, just like Danny, even if sometimes it's tiring— he just needs to keep being the Father of these children that Bruce struggles to be, It's the only Way Dick could honor Danny.

...

Bruce misses Danny Dearly, he regrets many things.

But the one he regrets the most is...

Losing Danny.

Danny and Bruce are Divorced Because Bruce Fucked up with being Batman and didn't tell the truth, Dick wanted to do a little prank cuz a kid will do pranks and snuck a lipstick on Bruce's coat and a picture of Selina with a kiss mark on it. Danny and Bruce's marriage are rocky as fuck, Dick secretly takes the other Wayne kids to Danny and they come to love Danny as their father much like Dick is attached to Danny, Jazz and Dani are the Wayne's Therapists. Specifically Jazz, she's the Best, Uncle Dan is Jason's Favorite mechanic.

Bruce Misses Danny dearly and wants him back and will try and probably try to court Danny again, nonstop as Batman, Danny still loves Bruce and hadn't moved on, His core is very much attached and embedded in the memory and love of Bruce Wayne, thus he is just waiting for Bruce to finally step up.

Yes this was Angsty, I apologize <33 but yes.