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[hungee-boy]

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you dont even need to know anything about tokusatsu to watch kuuga

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[greenglowinspooks]

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

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Tw: N/A

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

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

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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

And Danny hated it.

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

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

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

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

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

Right. Scarecrow.

His escape.

The chase.

His mom.

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

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

“Oh.”

After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Danny sat down.

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

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

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

“Oh,” Danny said.

He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.

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

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

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

Tucker.

Amity park.

Home.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.

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

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

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

He was not about to cry.

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

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

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

He read the report again.

And again.

And again.

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

“What?”

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

“How is that a bad thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dr. Crane sighed.

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

“…Why?”

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

Danny paused.

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

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

Danny snorted.

“You care about laws now?”

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

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

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

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

Danny nodded. He could live with that.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”

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[nabhx]

got captured again 🙄🙄 these guys r lame fr

[emberwritesinsight]

Oh I have a horrible idea

You know how Akio can canonically bake at least a little? Imagine if he had access to the internet and could post these weird ass baking videos

[rustedleopard]

I know how in Clover Lives AUs people love to talk about how Starlo and Ceroba and Martlet would basically adopt them, but what about the Feisty Four? Obviously I don't see their relationship with Clover being as close as it is between Clover and Martlet/Starlo/Ceroba, but like, do you really think they wouldn't have been put on babysitting duty more than a couple times? I feel like they'd love the kid and would gladly take them under their (somewhat irresponsible) wings. They would've gotten into enough situations that Clover is used to being slung over Ed's shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Moray feels like they have a duty to ensure Clover's safety as the self-imposed "most responsible one" even though they're no better than the rest of the Feisty Four because they can easily be convinced into doing things. Ace teaches Clover all sorts of card games and card tricks and how to cheat at all of them. Mooch teaches Clover how to pickpocket in the hopes of "corrupting the sheriff's precious deputy" like they haven't stolen money from those neon green pants, lol. The phrase "Don't tell Star and Ceroba. Especially Ceroba!" has been uttered by the Feisty Four after getting into then out of situations enough times that Clover has learned to barter for their silence.

[sky-fire-forever]

I find Izzy Hands much more relatable each time I have to correct my coworkers when they do something that potentially could get people killed

[dreamerdrop]

I’m very used to old school forum culture which means my method of socialising is basically lurking for several months, then testing the waters with a long form post that sounds thoughtful but doesn’t overtly disagree with anything anyone else on the forum has said, but which shows off that I am capable of informed and respectful discussion.

Then, once I have my foot in the door, I can slowly ramp up to my ultimate goal: subjecting everyone on the forum to the most unhinged discussion topics I can think of and seeing what happens.

[metamelonisle]

i actually know about kirby outside the context of smash bros or memes this makes me better than literally everyone i know irl and i am not joking

[wild-at-mind]

When you tell people they should be sending every spare penny to their chosen Gaza fundraiser or they are Bad. But then it all gets a bit too stressful so you have to leave tumblr. :(

[arctic-hands]

Okay you know how you're supposed to toss any plastic food container that has moldy food in it bc the mycelium and spores can and will take hold in the pores and dimples in the plastic, making any future food inside it unsafe to eat? Does the same apply to Pyrex too or is it and glass too smooth? Also what if the Pyrex had a plastic lid on it when it grew mold, is that unsafe to use even if the dish itself is okay? I currently have the dish soaking in vinegar but hand washed the lid without thinking about it

[challahbeloved]

After 5 years of buying Empire kosher chicken from Trader Joe’s, I hit my breaking point of the chicken thighs almost always (and the chicken breast occasionally) smelling like hard boiled eggs. I bought chicken thighs from the kosher grocery store in the city, and wow, what a radical difference. Not even the slightest hint of eggy smell!!

And omg, it was so delicious too! They had a variety of cut options, and I was even able to get boneless but still with the skin, which I like.

The bad news is now I never want to get Empire again, and will have to drive into the city more often.

But at least I won’t have the regular disappointment of dinner plans being ruined by bad chicken needing to be returned!

[radio-ghost-cooks]

heads up!!! Boar's Head recall!!!

several types of bologna and similar beef products made by Boar's Head have been reported as having unsafe levels of a type of bacterium that can cause listeria, a potentially fatal illness.

a list of all affected products:

Strassburger Liverwurst (made in virginia)

Virginia Ham Old Fashioned

Italian Cappy Style Ham

Extra Hot Italian Cappy Style Ham

Bologna

Beef Salami

Steakhouse Roasted Bacon Heat & Eat

Garlic Bologna

Beef Bologna

if you have any of the above products labeled with an August 10th sell-by date, either throw it out or return it to the store

the only exceptions are the Liverwurst and the Steakhouse Bacon (being a batch with dates between July 25th and August 30th, and bacon with a sell-by date of August 15th)

it seems to be the worst in New York State, but Maryland, Massachusetts, Georgia, Virginia, and Missouri are all reporting cases of listeria. The surrounding states are also reporting cases, but at lower numbers.

Take care of yourselves!

[fisheito]

OMG. that means... Cloaca Crew........

WAIT.

✨C l o a c a C r e w✨

[byteing]

i want to try zaun cuisine btw. like yeah they’re eating mutant worms down there or whatever but if there’s one thing poor people are good at it’s making tasty shit out of nothing!!

[fruitybashir]

Okay, but for the kitchen scenario: Kris can always get Bojan to sit on the kitchen's counter

ok fair point, they forget the stool in the hallway. kris has also definitely fucked bojan on the kitchen counter in every position possible btw

[mangoofthesea]

How many things do you think need to be set on fire to disrupt capitalism enough to create a livable society? Asking for a friend