#first post on this blog woo!

[ariikaa-blep]

Sonadow fanchild except that the child is like, a 2 years old Shadow that has never been let out of his pod from an alternate timeline that Eggman accidentally kidnapped while trying to bring his grandfather from the past or whatever and now Sonic and Shadow have to take care of this kid because he adopted them as his parents

[jackalopescruff]

anyway funny deep tumblr lore one of my earliest popular posts was me making a fuck ton of shitty candy hearts so in honor of the date here they are again in all their unhinged glory

[therealbookworm]

Wanna read a fun WebNovel?

Want to start reading webnovels, but don't know where to start?

Simply search on google which novel you want to read or go to the WebNovel app to start.

Here are some beginner friendly recommendations that are fun to read:

>The Author's POV

>The Beginning After the End *

>Supremacy Games

>Omniscient Readers Viewpoint*

>Shadow Slave

>Only I Level Up (Solo Leveling)*

>Trash of Count's Family*

The above novels are GREAT, no doubts about it. BUT if you want absolute gems, then read these:

>Lord Of The Mysteries (Book 1 Completed, Book 2 Ongoing)

>Reverend Insanity (Completed)*

Don't be overwhelmed by the number of chapters in these books, take it slow with one of the books I mentioned above and then move onto the LoTM, RI or SG which have over 1000 chapters.

Many Webnovels also have Webtoons, if you want to know more about how the characters look or want to see Illustrated scenarios from the novels, you can read those Webtoons. I have marked Novels that have Webtoons with a (*).

Start reading webnovels to find your favorite genre, once you do you can drop a comment/reply to ask for more recommendations based on your favorite genre!

HAPPY READING!!!!

[good-beans]

(Milgram self-insert oc masterpost hehe)

Name: For the sake of posting online I’ll call her Rose!

Color: #E7355B [the pink in the art]

Age: I guess she’d be 20 given when Milgram started huh.

Status: Milgram Staff, Machine Technician

Symbols/imagery: ballet/musical theater, science experiments

Song genre: very similar to Mahiru's, something upbeat and extra pop-y

Tentatively she's number 011? She's not really prisoner but she's also not free to come and go, so I'm not actually sure if she'd get a number (Edit: I've decided she'll actually be 012. Staff is given the 01X range, and even though Es doesn't actively have a number they'd be staff member 011, making her 012.)

Story: Since the project is supposed to be realistic/present day, the mv machine would be brand new and unpredictable tech, so they’d want someone keeping up on maintenance and making sure the brain-invasive process won’t cause any harm to the prisoners. Rose was studying abroad in Japan working on some cool neuroscience tech (irl I know nothing about technology or brains but shh) and she stumbled upon some secret tech/plans from Milgram. Long story short, she was dragged into the experiment to make sure things ran smoothly.

Writer's Reasoning: She’s really fun for me to play around with, as she allows me to work with a character who has a tiny bit of pull over Es’ mindset in conversation but not the final decision (aka mirroring the voting system), and someone who is simultaneously trapped in the prison but has a reason to see all the canon content.* I really enjoy the character interactions and dynamics Milgram has set up so far, so it’s been super fun seeing how things change for better and worse when someone not quite aligned with either Milgram/the prisoners is thrown into the mix!

*As much as I love dramatic irony in fiction, it would drive me crazy if I knew every detail of of the vds/mvs but Rose didn't – and every single Milgram character is The Worst Communicator Ever so I couldn’t justify that she’d hear it secondhand from them...

Story roles:

She’s a bit conflicted -- she’s officially Milgram staff and knows she should remain neutral on the prisoners, since she won’t be allowed to interfere with the process/executions. At the same time, her job description is literally “make sure the machine doesn't hurt them and everyone's safe :)” and she's way too emotional to avoid getting hopelessly attached to everyone 😅

I really enjoy the theory that the machine extracts videos based off of priming, so one of Rose’s duties involves listening in on the interrogation and making sure there’s been enough material discussed/not too much time has passed overall (hence the ringing of the bell happening at different lengths for each vd -- That's her ringing it :3). She then watches the mvs along with Es to make sure there are no machine glitches, and know how to calibrate it better for next time.

(IEdit: I've since decided to add in official trial mvs, but before when I wasn't ready to tackle that:) She has to run some tests on the machine to make sure things are calibrated correctly, so she'd extract little things here and there. It gives me the opportunity to think up lyric snippets and recurring symbols for her without worrying about full encompassing music videos.

I'm not afraid to admit she can fall into Mary Sue territory every so often by being everyone's friend, because it's less about "aw everyone likes her" and more about "canon is too painful rn and I need a fix-it tool to take care of these guys and give them hugs and tell them someone forgives them and cares about them and unfortunately these characters wouldn't let anyone less than a friend do that." Rest assured she's definitely not perfect and will fuck everything up on occasion :3

Miscellaneous: Whenever I play around with normal au ideas she's still working on the machine (but in a public, more ethical setting), and she's Mahiru's roommate :) Her character isn't super focused on love, but if I had to pick a cover song it'd be Stickybug II. It's very much my vibe, the lyrics fit well enough (better than most songs, at least lol) and it's one of my favorites out of my limited knowledge of unchosen Deco songs! (Edit, I've actually given her non-deco cover songs hehe)

So yeah, I hope she's not too boring without a cool crime to decipher, but I wanted to share since I was really proud of her! It took a bit of tinkering to find a way to fit her into a perfect secret-third-thing role that runs very smoothly with all of canon, so I was very excited!

[vampire-thigh-highs]

Vampire Progenitors [part 1]

I'm getting a feel for their designs so enjoy my character breakdowns for each of them.

[sp1lled1nk]

There’s someone in the confessional booth at St. Patrick’s.

He’s not supposed to be there, but he likes to watch. Not during mass, when it’s busiest, but in the quiet moments. When you’re the only one in the last two pews. He beckons from inside the booth with a come hither gesture. But I don’t listen. I sit, facing forward. I tell him to buzz off. I’m busy.

When I tell my wife, her fellow bridesmaids ask me if it’s someone they know. Their deceased relatives, their fathers, grandfathers, brothers. But I know it isn’t. My wife says it’s an evil spirit, but he’s not evil. Just curious. Just cautious. He might even be friendly, if I weren’t so scared to look at him.

But that’s not right either, is it? I’m not scared of him. More… wary. He’s been here a long time. I don’t know if he’d approve of me, not if he knew the truth. I don’t belong in the church, and maybe he knows that or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he doesn’t care. Maybe he just wants to talk. It’s been so long since someone paid attention to him. I know that much.

At the wedding, he stands high above the pews, near the organs, up top. When I look back to watch the bride come down the aisle, I know he’s standing there. I know he sees me. I know he wants me to watch him back.

[sadaveniren]

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[chaotic-amalgamationz]

“Here don’t worry I’ll help you!” I say before teleporting you out of the floor. “Are you alright? What happened? You can call me Finn by the way!” (My version of the fern, any pronouns.)

-🌿anon

*I sit on the thankfully solid floor* “Phew! Thank you for helping me. I thought I wanna going to have to chew off my legs pretty soon. and I’d prefer to not have to clean the mess before Kevan gets home”

*They seem a little timid, but still want to thank you either way.* “I was just walking then I just, I’m not too sure.. fell? What’s your name again? Finn? Wait, how did you get here? Were you always here?”

*I stay sitting on the ground to make sure the circulation gets back to my legs.*

[jordeclans]

THREE YEARS OF JORDECLANS THREE YEARS OF SMAUS <3

It's my 3 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[madeinkorea-blbambeyond]

MADE IN KOREA

PARK SEO HAM

PARK JAE CHAN

[monstersbutt]

sick and twisted that i feel the need to remake this stupid blog that got nuked in 2018 but anyway sydney degrees of lewdity my most beloved <3 + no glasses under cut

[solitaireships]

💕+ shepard?

Shepard is my newest S/I, and yes I did just do a play on my name for that. It's her last name tho, her first name is Zoe, but she's always felt like that's kind of boring so she decided to just go by her last name instead. And like me, she has a Korean middle name, but since she's whitepassing she feels weird about the idea going by it, so she just sticks with Shepard

There is also symbolism going on there with her name and her f/o being Hoffman bcs Zoe means life and Hoffman is. Well. A murderer. Then Hoffman means farmer, and Shepard is a variation of shepherd, so you've got kind of similarities with their last names on that front. And then you can have the idea off of that with her kind of shepherding him in a better direction to maybe not put people in death traps anymore

send me a 💕 and the name of one of my self inserts, and I’ll give you a lore dump about them!

[mrscoultxr]

1000 posts!

i'm old.

[agent-rhode-island]

Hey, this shit on? What even is this, who installed this app on my datapad- Helloooo, anyone home? I swear, no one ever tells me shit around here…

[constellaeinfinitum]

Well hello there, folks, welcome to my little slice of paradise, what's your poison for today?

Are you interested in becoming intimately familiar with the madness and chaos, the pure unadulterated gremlin-ness that is my diner (and by proxy, the patrons (read: muses) of said diner)? Perhaps you're looking for a fresh new take on Hatsune Miku, the famed idol? Or you're hoping to broaden your horizons, peer deep into the Void? Maybe you're old-school, and want to interact with an Undertale muse / one with ties to Undertale? Who knows, it could just be that you stumbled here accidentally, and didn't notice the fishing lines waiting to reel you in, until it was too late. After all, little morsels, once you step foot in here, you're mine.

I'm a semi-selective rp blog for several muses, some of them "canon" characters, most of them not. Hope you'll join me for the ride, though!

[pcr-alice]

I was inspired to write my own ficlet! Also available on AO3.

(1486 words below cut)

“Come on, Danny. You can do this.”

He’d been thinking about this moment in anticipation for years, never knowing whether he was nervous or excited. Seeing as it was now a few weeks into his first year at Gotham U and he still had yet to confront the Bat, he could say for sure that he was in fact nervous. Even now, hiding in the shadows on the roof of Wayne tower next to Batman’s favorite gargoyle, he was fighting himself to not run way. He was sure his heart would be beating uncomfortably fast right now if he allowed it to, but he had to go through with this. He promised to.

Batman grappled onto the roof.

“Here goes nothing,” Danny whispered.

He stepped into the moonlight, purposefully making his footstep crunch in the gravel. Batman spun around and faced him in a defensive position.

“Hey, B.”

Danny kept his posture slouched and hands visible at his sides. He hoped a hoodie and jeans were a relatively non-threatening outfit. Batman stared back in silence for a few seconds.

“Do I know you?”

Danny turned his eyes down and his mouth curled up in a small smile.

“No, not exactly. My name’s Danny.”

In the silent, windless night Danny could just hear someone on the other end of Batman’s comms report a time estimate. A short one at that. He must have hit a silent alarm. Okay, Danny, get on with it.

He dropped his smile and looked Batman directly in the eyes.

“The Ash turned to ash and learned to swim.”

Batman sucked in a breath. Danny continued.

“I am the hungry Snake returned, trying to become quick.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Sort of...”

Batman dropped his guard.

“Oracle, stand down.”

Danny heard a confused exclamation from the comms as Batman stepped forward, face much less harsh than it had been a second ago.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just a little nervous. We should continue this discussion in the cave.”

Batman tensed up.

“I already know, Bruce. Your kids should be there, too.”

After a few quiet seconds, Batman responded barely above a whisper.

“Is there anything I should know before then?”

“No,” Danny shook his head, “It’s all good.”

Batman nodded again.

“I don’t know where you stand with Jason...but –”

“He’ll be there. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Thank you,” Danny nodded. “See you soon.”

He stepped back into the shadows and vanished just as Robin landed on the rooftop next to Batman.

---

“There better be a good fucking reason you dragged me here,” Jason growled as he walked up to the others gathered in the cave.

“I received a doomsday code,” Bruce responded, cowl removed, not looking up from the computer.

That silenced everyone, but Jason still scowled. Bruce continued his explanation.

“I was approached during patrol by an unknown expected meta identifying themselves as ‘Danny’. They knew my identity, and the code they used indicated I trusted them at some point.”

“How the fuck do you trust them if they’re unknown?” Jason complained. Bruce turned to look at his children gathered around the table.

“It was a time traveler code.”

They were all silent for another moment. Bruce eyes flicked to the cave behind them.

“Danny.” Bruce greeted.

The rest of them (even Cass) spun around in surprise to look at Danny standing sheepishly behind them. They all stared at him in a tense silence. He looked them over, seemingly oblivious to the atmosphere.

“You’re all here, huh?” A warm smile spread across his face as he looked from person to person. “And two new faces, too!”

Danny’s smile started to quiver and his eyes sparkled with the start of tears. Bruce took a step forward.

“Danny?”

“Sorry, sorry,” Danny apologized while wiping tears from his eyes with his palms, “I just – it’s so good to see you all so...healthy.”

They all kept staring at him. Duke in confusion, Cass in concern, Bruce in anticipation, and the others in suspicion. Danny took a deep breath and looked back up at them in determination.

“Okay. Phi code Mike Delta Bravo Iota Upsilon Sigma dash Omega One Uniform dash Sierra.”

“...Holy shit.” Tim whispered, clearly heard by everyone in the dead silent cave.

“Report,” Batman demanded.

Danny crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. After a few seconds, Batman relented.

“What happened?”

Danny snorted and dropped his arms.

“Roughly four years ago in an alternate timeline, a...great evil...was released. I got sent to the future ten years from that point. We ran into each other when you tried to evacuate me somewhere safe. There was a bit of a misunderstanding at first, but eventually we figured it out. I was ultimately able to discover the...inciting incident...and return to my original time to avoid it.”

“Why did you wait until now to approach us?”

“Ah yah,” Danny rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Some other stuff happened, so I’m a bit of a strange case. We had to make sure the timeline was stabilized before I could make too much of a splash.”

“Is that why I can’t see your past or future?” Duke spoke up.

Danny turned to look at him. The light must have caught Danny’s face just right because they would all swear his previously blue eyes were suddenly green. Duke let out a small shout and shielded himself with his arm.

“Sorry!” Danny exclaimed. Duke lowered his arm. “Neat power, but yes. Time doesn’t really affect me the normal way. Or maybe the other way around?”

Danny tilted his head in brief thought as the others shared glances. Cass gave a small nod to Bruce, who then broke the silence.

“Why did you approach us at all?”

“Honestly?” Danny smiled, eyes glistening again with barely contained tears. “I really wanted to see you all again.”

He raised his hand to rub the back of his neck again.

“And not to be rude or anything, but you did promise to help me with a little problem.”

“I hope this little problem isn’t also Omega level,” Tim muttered.

“Not anymore,” Danny winked at Tim, who was surprised he was heard, “But not for lack of trying.”

“Not anymore?” Bruce growled.

“There is a division of the DOE called the Ghost Investigation Ward. They have authority to detain any being with a high enough ecto-signature and use them for experimentation. The Anti-Ecto Acts that established this division also declares all ecto-entities to be non-sentient, which is how this slipped through the Meta Rights Act.”

“Ghosts? Are you fucking with us, Kid?” Jason groaned in irritation. Danny grinned back at him.

“Is it really that hard to believe for someone who died and came back to life?”

“The fuck did you say!?”

Jason’s eyes flared to bright green and he dropped his weight into an aggressive stance. Everyone else tensed for a fight. Danny flashed his own eyes green in response and Jason dropped to his knees with a gasp.

“What have you done to Todd?” Damian demanded, sword drawn.

“You call that pit madness, right?” Danny responded calmly. “I scared it off temporarily, but it’ll be back.”

“I...thank you…” Jason breathed slowly. Damian hesitantly lowered his guard.

“It’s actually a case of ecto-contamination.” Danny squinted his eyes at Jason, and they gleamed green again. “Pretty bad one, by the looks of it. You’ll need to see my doctor for long-term treatment.”

“You can cure the pit madness?” Dick asked with wide eyes.

“We can treat it,” Danny responded, “But not get rid of it completely.”

Dick nodded back, mouth agape. Danny turned to Bruce.

“We can help with the Lazarus Pits themselves, too. But that comes after the GIW problem.”

“You said ecto-contamination. Is that related to ecto-entitites?”

“Sharp as ever, B,” Danny teased. “Mr. Hood over there would read high enough on the GIW’s equipment to count as an ecto-entity.”

“Wait,” Dick interrupted, “That means –”

“He can legally be captured and tortured, yes.” Danny finished for him. “As could Dami – er, Damian, sorry.” He turned to Cass. “I’m afraid I don’t know your name, but you as well.”

“Cass,” she provided. Danny bowed his head in thanks.

“How do you know all this?” Bruce asked.

“Oh, yah!” Danny slapped his palm to his forehead.

A white ring appeared around his waist and split into two. The lower half dropped down to convert his jeans into tight black leggings with thin armor plates around his knees and white calf-high boots. The upper half raised over his head, revealing a body suit to match with similar armor plates covering key weak points. The ring faded into his hair, which floated weightless in the air, color now the same white the rings were. A shiny black crown with three jagged points that was bathed in blue flames rested lazily on his head.

“I’m half ghost.”

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."