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Hey guys! As promised, here’s the prompt fill! It’s a short little fellow (only 489 words!) but I think I’m gonna start Prompt Fill Fridays (pretty self explanatory. I’ll save prompts throughout the week and post a prompt fill on Fridays, with the idea that it ranges from 400-1k.) actual prompt fill below the cut!

Dash was Absolutely Done with Gotham.

At first, moving out of Amity seemed like a good decision. After all, Dash had gained a quite negative reputation there. Not to mention that the locals didn’t exactly get along with law enforcement, to say the least, but Dash needed some action. You don’t grow up in Amity without getting used to constantly fighting for your life.

And so, the “most dangerous city in the world” it was.

The hiring process into the GCPD had come with a thorough background check, which Dash (surprisingly) passed. After that, they had just let him in and promoted him to detective within the first week. Just like that.

The first little while had been an absolute nightmare. No one on the force wanted to work with a rookie officer from bumfuck-middle-of-nowhere-Illinois, and Dash couldn’t say he blamed them. This was Gotham, after all, and no one wanted the new kid to die in a rouge attack.

And then the first Arkham breakout happened.

Dash, two weeks onto the force and absolutely Done with waiting for vigilanties to save him, grabbed his coat, collapsible fenton creep stick, handcuffs, and marched out of the precinct.

He had gone directly to the abandoned warehouse that had been pinged as a Joker hideout.

The security was sad, he had thought to himself when he slipped in through the roof, jumping over motion sensor bombs and lasers (those reminded him of the fenton’s ectoblast guns).

The hired help was underpaid and undertrained, he mused as he whacked each goon on the side of the head (only one time each. Weaklings) before the goon next to them noticed.

When Dash finally knocked out all the hired help, disabled the bomb (it was an easier model than that one they practiced on in gym), and walked up to the Joker, he was extremely underwhelmed. 

Even the lunch lady, hell, even the fucking box ghost had been harder to defeat at sixteen, using the dodge shot gun. This was too easy. It almost felt wrong.

Except that the Joker was smiling too wide as he cleaned his teeth with a bloodied dagger (ew), and that was definitely a weak acid that had burnt through his clothes.

Still, it almost felt like a game, fighting the Joker. His hand-to-hand was worse than Fenton’s.

There was no way this was Gotham’s most dangerous Villain, right?

But, apparently, that consensus was wrong. 

The entire GCPD had just… stared at him when he walked in, dragging the Joker by his handcuffs.

Now, standing on a dark rooftop, peering into the shadows at a literal furry vigilante, Dash was honestly wishing he was back in Amity. 

At least there, the superheroes wore respectable clothing.

Letting go of a deep sigh, Dash turned properly to face Gotham’s Vigilante, holding a hand out in greeting.

“Hello Mr. Batman, sir. I’m Detective Baxter. Commissioner Gordon told me you wanted to talk?”

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Short DPXDC Prompts #599

Dash works at the GCPD. It’s been an interesting first few weeks. He can’t quite understand why everyone is so afraid of these rogues that the Bats and the Birds fight.

The other officers in the station just thought Dash’s comments on the matter was just the new guy talking shit. They ate their words when the newbie brought The fucking Joker into the station in handcuffs single-handedly.