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zhelin-thames · 2 months ago

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Now pay interest - 10% per year

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As the Bat-family processed what had just happened, Jason was already plotting.

“So,” Jason began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “does this mean we have a ghost King in the family now? Because I’ve got so many questions.”

“Focus, Todd,” Damian snapped, though his own curiosity was evident in his furrowed brow. “That... entity was clearly powerful. Father, why did you not inform us of this connection sooner?”

Bruce didn’t even glance up from his computer. “It was irrelevant.”

“Irrelevant?” Dick exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “A glowing ghost guy just popped out of a portal in our cave to collect a debt, and you think it’s irrelevant?”

Tim, typing furiously, pulled up the mission logs from Bruce’s early years. “Okay, I think I found the mission in Prague where this all went down. It says here... wait. Danny wasn’t just some guy you ran into. You trained with him in the League of Assassins?”

Steph leaned over Tim’s shoulder to read. “Wait, what?! He’s an assassin ghost King?”

Jason let out a low whistle. “This just gets better and better.”

Duke raised his hand, hesitant. “Uh, just a thought… if he’s the Ghost King, doesn’t that mean he has control over, like, all ghosts? Including... uh, Lazarus Pits?”

Everyone froze. Slowly, they all turned to Bruce, whose expression darkened slightly.

“Yes,” Bruce admitted reluctantly.

“Holy crap,” Jason said, leaning back with a stunned look. “He’s the reason the Pits freaked me out after I came back, isn’t he? I thought it was just the resurrection thing, but you knew he was tied to them!”

Bruce’s silence was answer enough.

“I want to meet him,” Cass signed firmly.

“Seconded,” Duke added. “He seems cool.”

“No,” Bruce said, finally standing and cutting through the rising chatter. His tone was firm, brooking no argument. “Danny is not someone you want to get involved with.”

But before Bruce could elaborate, the room was bathed in green light again.

Danny reappeared, now sitting cross-legged in mid-air, holding what looked like a spectral clipboard. “Forgot one thing,” he announced casually.

Bruce’s glare could have burned through steel. “What now?”

Danny smirked. “I want interest. Fifteen years is a long time to wait for sixteen bucks. So let’s say... ten percent per year?”

Jason cackled as the rest of the family broke out into laughter. Even Damian couldn’t entirely suppress a smirk.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose again. “I’m not paying you interest.”

Danny shrugged, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to stick around until you do. Hope you’ve got extra space, because I’m moving in.”

The Batcave erupted into chaos. Jason and Steph cheered, Tim frantically calculated how much Bruce technically owed, and Bruce’s patience reached its breaking point.

“Fine,” Bruce growled. “But you’re staying in the guest room.”

Danny floated down, looking entirely too smug. “Deal. Now, who’s up for pizza? I’m starving.”

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harpersdragons · 3 months ago

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Theft in the Family...By Jason Todd Chapter 2

When Alfred heard the knock on the front door (or more accurately, saw the message from the security system, given he was in the cave running comms), he can safely say a child was not what he expected.

Certainly not a child dressed in League robes, demanding to see Bruce Wayne.

The child, Damian Al Ghul-Wayne—and isn’t that comforting, knowing his pseudo-son slept with the heiress to an assassin cult—apparently, handed over two letters.

One had his own name written in a—entirely too familiar—messy scrawl.

The other had Master Bruce’s name in an elegant script.

Alfred accepts the two letters, tucking them into his waist coat, and leads Damian into the main sitting room.

“Would you like something to drink?”

”A chai would be satisfactory, Pennyworth.” Damian says haughtily, but his voice wavers slightly.

”I will get that started, then.” He heads off to the kitchen.

Once he has the kettle started, he pulls out the letter with his own name on it.

Alfred reads the letter 3 times, and still doesn’t believe the words he reads, or the DNA test included at the back.

DNA tests can be faked, he knows that.

But—

But if Jason is alive, how did they miss that?

How did the League get him?

Jason’s alive, and he brought Bruce another child.

Jason is alive

The kettle’s whistling shocks him out of the stupor he was in, and he sets about making the Chai for their newest family member.

Unconfirmed family member.

Still reeling from—supposedly—Jason’s letter, Alfred walks back to Damian in a dazed state. Once he sets the tea in front of the child, he sends a message to the family to get back home.

”Will you be needing anything else?”

”No, that’s all.”

Alfred hums and settles in to wait. He’d like to go down to the cave and be there when the family gets back—just to ensure there are no new injuries—but he can’t very well leave the child alone, and he can’t take him into the cave either.

He can’t help but mark similarities between his pseudo-son and apparent grandchild.

Even the way they sit is similar, or at least Damian is sitting in a way reminiscent of a young Bruce.

Having children of his own seems to have taught him to relax a bit more, but Damian is sitting perfectly poised on the edge of the seat.

They have the same strong cheekbones and nose, even the scowl etched on the child’s face is the same.

Alfred is startled out of his thoughts—again—by a knife hurtling across the room.

Master Dick catches the knife, looking confusedly from the child on the couch to Alfred.

”B! Why the fu—“ He catches himself before finishing, “Why is there another child on the couch? I swear you have an adoption problem!”

”What child? I didn’t get another child.” Bruce’s voice echoes down the hallway.

”Well then how do you explain the toddler on the couch?” Master Tim deadpans.

”Excuse you, plebeian, I am not a toddler!”

”Bruce the child speaks. That’s it, I’m going to my room.” Master Tim turns towards the foyer, but Master Dick grabs him by the shoulder.

“Nope. If I have to deal with this, so do you. Go sit down.”

”He threw a knife at you! I don’t want to be in the same room as him.”

”You act as if that isn’t a normal night for us.”

Their bickering is interrupted by Master Bruce finally entering and clearing his throat.

”Alfred?”

”Master Damian, here, showed up on our doorstep roughly an hour ago. He claims to be your biological son. With Talia Al Ghul.”

“Oh great, now he’s stealing my thing.” Master Tim mutters, plopping onto the chair farthest from Damian.

Alfred pulls out the other letter and hands it to Mast Bruce, “He gave me this, and said it was for your eyes only.”

”Hn,”

Master Bruce flips through the, admittedly very long, letter. “How did you get here, Damian?”

”Obviously, I took a plane.”

”…Were you flying it?”

“Of course not. I am much too short to see over the nose.”

”Right…So who was flying the plane? And where did they land it?”

”We landed outside of Gotham.”

Bruce sighs heavily.

”B, you’re obviously not getting any more information out of him, just go run the DNA test you’re so obviously dying to run,” Tim sounded exhausted and Alfred made a mental note to make each of them something of good protein in the morning.

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Bruce is pretty sure his heart stopped briefly when Alfred said Damian is his biological son.

Reading through the letter didn’t make it any clearer, though he did find DNA test results included.

Not that he trusts them, this is Talia they’re talking about.

“Alright, Damian, let’s go do a DNA test.” He holds his hand out, but Damian just stalks past him with his head high. Bruce suppresses the urge to roll his eyes. The kid is Talia’s, no question.

“Alfred, would you mind preparing a room? Dick, you’re free to go to your own apartment if you wish, just let Alfred check you over first, since we skipped post patrol checks. Although I would prefer it if you stayed the night.”

”Yeah, yeah, I know the drill, B.” Dick answers.

”I’m serious. Let Alfred check you out.”

”I will. Geez, you hide a broken rib one time. Goddamn.”

”And it won’t ever happen again.”

“I’ll be upstairs, B.” Tim heads upstairs, leaving Bruce with Damian.

He leads the (his?) kid down to the cave and starts preparing the DNA test. Damian is pretty cooperative with the whole process, if huffing and glaring at him is considered cooperative.

Once the DNA testing is complete, Bruce escorts Damian upstairs again.

“Here is your room, if you need me at any time, my door will always be open.”

It was a policy he made for himself when Dick moved in, his bedroom door is always at least cracked open, so his kids know they can always come in.

”I'm sure I will be fine.”

“Right, well, goodnight. I’m glad you’re here, Damian.”

Alfred is waiting on him when he gets to his room, and gestures for him to sit with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m fine, Alfred, promise.”

”I don’t know why you believe you can get away with things your kids cannot.”

”I’m an adult!”

”And maybe I will believe that when you are not dressing in leather and Kevlar and taking your issues out on criminals. Besides, you have hidden three times as many injuries as your children have, only for me to realize when you pass out at the table.”

Bruce grumbles, but sits and lets Alfred prod his ribs and make sure nothing is injured.

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In the morning, Bruce walks into the kitchen to see Damian perched on a chair watching Alfred.

“Good morning.” Bruce grumbles at Damian and Alfred as he enters.

“Tt. It is hardly morning now. Do you always sleep so late?”

“Well, yeah, pretty much. We’re always up really late.”

“Tt.”

Eventually Dick and Tim come in, and Alfred lays breakfast out.

“We will need to go to the store, as even Master Dick’s old clothing would be too big for Master Damian.” Alfred announces after they finish eating.

“Right, who wants to go with me?”

Both boys glance at each other and slowly back out of the room.

“Looks like both of you are going, thanks for volunteering!”

“Hey…y’know, I’ve got to get back to Blud, gymnastics classes and all that.” Dick starts backing up faster, making it about halfway down the hallway.

“Yeah, and I’ve got school!”

“Guys, it’s Saturday. Dick, I know you don’t work weekends, so don’t even start.”

“I could still have homework!”

“You’re three weeks ahead of your class. We’re all going.”

“I’ll get the car, Master Bruce.” Alfred brushes past them.

Both the boys groan, but accept their fate.

“I do not see what the problem is.” Damian pipes up from where he’d been watching their arguments.

No one seemed particularly eager to explain, considering the main problem was being recognized in public. Neither Dick nor Bruce wanted to deal with their public personas, and Tim doesn’t like the attention. Thankfully, Alfred came and let them know the car was out front, and saved them from having to explain.

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Jason was…adjusting. After so long with the league, caring for Damian, being on his own is shocking. Not to mention his plan was torn apart. With the clown dead, most of his goals were completed.

He’s spent the last couple days trying to come up with a new plan. The best way to help Crime Alley is still to fight fire with fire, so to speak, so he still needs to find a way to take over the drug trade.

But without trying to draw Jo—him, out, Jason doesn’t really want to call himself Red Hood.

He needs a new name.

Robin was taken from him, and it’s not like he really wants that back anyway (he needs pants, thank you very much).

Maybe Phoenix?

Flame bird? But he doesn’t want to be associated with Nightwing, and although the Kryptonian legend may not be widespread knowledge, he would know, and the Justice league would know, and that’s enough.

But is Phoenix intimidating enough to warrant the fear he would need to be a crime lord?

He’ll have to think about that a bit more.

In the meantime, he can still get started.

So he does.

He spends the next two weeks with his hostile takeover of the drug trade.

Cut off a few heads here, shoot a couple of rule breakers there, he’s had a good few weeks.

If only he could stop thinking about Damian, and whether or not he was happy at Wayne Manor.

He did decide to go with Phoenix, the first time someone had asked who he is, it was the first name that popped into his head.

His outfit is a little different than originally planned too, he’d scrapped the helmet and instead opted for a hood and half cape.

His chestplate is a dark gray, same as his cargo pants, and the maroon half cap drapes across one shoulder.

His guns are in holsters on his thighs, and two swords cross behind his back.

He was doing well not thinking of Damian, until the tabloids announced the new Wayne Heir.

There was a picture of Damian filling half the page, the 6 year old scowling at the camera.

He should check on the kid. Bruce isn’t always the most available father around.

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Living with a six year old has been an adjustment for everyone, and on top of that there’s a new player taking over the drug trade in Crime Alley.

Bruce has been so preoccupied trying to find information on Phoenix, he almost forgets his newest son is upstairs with the rest, until Tim and Damian come running by him. Bruce spins in the chair, watching as Damian chases Tim.

“Damian, what do you have?” He calls out, as Tim ducks around a wall.

“Are you blind? Obviously I have a knife.” Damian doesn’t look at Bruce, aiming to close the distance between him and Tim’s hiding place.

Bruce jumps out of his chair and scoops Damian up, flinching a little as the child stabs him in the arm.

“Damian!” Bruce yells, “We do not stab people!”

“Speak for yourself, I was raised to stab people.” Damian pouts at him.

Bruce raises an unimpressed eyebrow, setting Damian down in the med bay. “Stay.” He grabs a gauze pad, pressing it against his stab wound. “Tim, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. He did cut me a bit, though.” Tim steps out from around the corner.

“Ok, come here, I’ll patch you up.” He sighs. He ties off the bandage on his own arm, opting to help Tim first. Damian glares as his brother enters the room. “Damian, go to your room. We’ll talk later.”

“But—” Damian protests.

“No arguments. Upstairs.” Bruce turns back to Tim examining the cut on his face and the one on his leg. “How’d he even get your face?”

“We were on the couch and he pulled a knife out of nowhere. He’s really fast.”

Bruce sighs as he cleans the cuts. “What were you guys talking about?”

“Are you saying it’s my fault?”

“You’re lucky neither of these need stitches. And no, I’m merely asking a question.” Bruce puts butterfly bandages on both cuts and pats Tim’s good leg to let him know he’s good.

Tim hops off, “I was just asking about his life in the league! I didn’t expect him to just pull a knife!”

“Bud, I’m sure being reminded of the home he had to leave behind is a sensitive subject.”

“And so he’s allowed to chase me with a knife?”

“No, and I'm going to talk to him about that.”

Tim huffs and stomps upstairs. Bruce sighs heavily as he finishes cleaning and stitching his own arm up.

Bruce eventually makes his way upstairs, finding soft lights on in Damian’s bedroom.

He gently knocks on the door, and slowly opens it.

“Damian?” He finds the boy wide awake, reading a book in his bed, Pride and Prejudice.

He looks up at Bruce and closes the book, setting it aside. “Yes, Father?”

Bruce sighs, walking over to the bed. “You can’t just stab your brothers everytime they make you upset. This isn’t the League, son.”

Damian scowls. “He insinuated Mother is a whore.”

“Language. I don’t even know how you know that word, but we don’t say things like that.”

“What would you rather me say? Harlot? Bitch—“

“Definitely not the last one.” Bruce drags a hand down his face. “No matter what Tim said, or insinuated, you can’t escalate to physical violence. Talk things out, or come get me or Alfred.”

“I can handle my own problems—”

“See, but that’s the issue. If you ‘handle’ your problems by attempting to maim your brothers, then you can’t handle your own problems. I know how the league does things, but that’s not how this household works.”

“This household does not work.” Damian mutters under his breath.

Bruce flinches at the… was that sarcasm?

If he knew anything about the League, it’s that there were no bits of sarcasm, or humor, tolerated. It almost… reminds him of Jason.

“This household works. It might be out of sheer will, but it works.”

“If it worked, then perhaps you would have four sons instead of three.”

Bruce flinches again, this time more noticeably. No matter how long it’s been, the reminder of his failure will always sting. He failed his son, and he will feel the crushing weight of that guilt for the rest of his life.

“How do you even—” Bruce pauses, taking a breath. “Not the point. Do not stab, slash, or otherwise attempt to maim your brothers. You’re grounded for two weeks. And go to sleep, it’s late.”

Damian rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything else. Bruce takes it as his cue to leave, flicking the lamp off and grabbing Damian’s book as he leaves.

Once in his own room, Bruce looks at the book in his hands.

Jason’s favorite, a book he’d read countless times during the short time he lived with Bruce.

Bruce sits on the edge of his bed and flips through the pages.

His heart stutters as he catches sight of the annotations in the margins.

In a familiar handwriting.

His breath catches in his throat, and he runs a finger down the messy writing.

There’s no way, this can’t be Jason’s copy.

Jason’s copy was lost in Ethiopia, he’d taken it with him and stashed it somewhere. Bruce had never found out where.

Unless he’d just hid it in the manor, which was a possibility. Bruce never messed with Jason’s room, he had promised Jason he would never touch or move his stuff without permission.

But he could have sworn he’d locked that door, and Damian is too short to reach the lock and pick it.

He flips back to the front, and his hand flies to his face as he reads the inscription in the cover.

The same one he’d written there, just before Jason’s 13th birthday, when he’d gifted the boy this copy of the book.

But why did Damian have it?

How did Damian have it?

Before he knew it, Bruce feels tears streaming down his face, and he quickly bats them away.

It’s just a book

Bruce shakes himself out of his spiral, and sets the book on the nightstand. He can’t stop thinking about it though, even as he drifts to sleep.

#jason todd #batfam #batman #my fics #bruce wayne #fic writing #jason todd fic #and sweet jason #jason todd and damian wayne met in the league of assasins #fluff #very little angst #bruce is trying ok #talia is a mostly decent parent #but she doesn't appear much

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spidey29phangirl · 2 years ago

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A League of Assassins Summon

<< Part 1. >>

Danny knows he is High Prince of Ghosts. It is a title, one he has yet to acknowledge because he is not accepting this role without earning his high school diploma first.

He thinks it’s only fair. He won’t put everything aside just because the Infinite Realms itself had chosen its h̴̡̯̝͎̥̳̾́̋̽͗̚͜ȩ̵͔̯̪̭̜̖̰̊́̄î̵̡̙͆̓͝r̶̢̬̬̼̺͈̖͇͉̐— whatever that’s supposed to mean.

That over the course of months, has turned on him— because who would guessed acting as a royal figure while not exerting power has loose ends. summonings mainly, whole runes in the ground and deals and vessels shtick. 0/10, not fun to find out about. Now, he’s been on quite few to be caught off guard on what he expects from one, so the darkened room with scented candles and ninjas he can slide, however the green boiling ectoplasm and spilled puddle of dirty red outlining it are of definite concern. …not his though, Danny’s pointedly ignoring his mentor telling him to start involving himself in matters that have otherworldly provenance, the half-ghost’s sure this was not what he meant.

He’s both invisible and intangible as he hovers over the circle with wariness close to his chest, the ninjas below have not given a prod to his presence and actually, what the fuck. he knows the tells firsthand on the press and c-grade feeling a summoning evokes on the room and this is not good. for this people to go with it or for the very stench of death to go unnoticed meant the ambient energy of the place must be permeated heavily. Danny could… sense it if he concentrated, an air so stale that clinged on like a mantle meant to choke the life out him and cradle him to a lull to forget his day problems.

err. that was striking, but Danny really couldn’t tell the difference of what the ectoplasm here wanted, his core hummed with the major feels and sensations it was getting

( return ṗ̷͎̮̤l̴̳̟̄̉̕e̴̛͚͉̘̹a̶͔̓́̅̀ͅs̴̢̄͗͘e̴̻͚͂̎̀ i wanna go back, kill, help i don’t ḍ̷̟̈́ē̷͓̭͙s̸͚̔e̸̯͒͒͐̔r̷̼͝v̸̧̹̯͆͗e̸̱̫̐̀̓͘ this, kill, kill, heal the u̸̥͉̦̓̈́̈́��ń̴̹̜̙̏͗̚w̸̮̙̭̖̃̓͠ỉ̴̝̊l̶͚̲̺̀͊͜l̷͓̖̓̂î̵̬̪̳͈n̷̪̰̹̆͠g̸̣̪͍͗, please let me s̷̬̟͑̐ẗ̵͍̘́̉̽͝ȧ̷̧̙̲ỷ̷̢͖͇̲, go back, kill, no, go back, protect it return— no, kill kill k̵̟̺̫͔̎͗̇i̸̲͗͒̐l̸̢̖͚̆̕ͅl̵̲̠̒̃ kill )

it was bloodlust and troubling insistance and a yearning so heartbreaking that tugged at him, in an almost synch with the chanting that still kept going. It all felt like scratching a vinyl disc, hearing it was getting uncomfortable real fast. He exhaled through his nose and pulled onto his core’s cold center, trying for calm and peaceful until whatever it was dulled enough for the sensations to not feel like phantom ants crawling up his arms. Danny breathed out in relief, however it seemed as if the very room had held up its breath with him — as the half dead entity blew air out, all the candles lit up in green snuffled out.

Then a thing happened. Plunging the room in sudden darkness made a pair of green glowing eyes so painstakingly similar to his impossible not to notice. The other froze like a deer caught in headlights and oh. w̵̝͎̣̭̩̋r̵̩̣̝̀͋̓̔̕ỏ̵̡̮̲͇̲͂̉ṇ̸̗̦̖̜̓̀́͒̚ḡ̸͓͍͠ ?

His core writhed with empathy, why really, the teen didn’t actually know. Danny was truly more confused than anything, entirely at lost of what the other was. dead and alive and yet not a ghost, he was like and unlike him and also not really a halfa in the ways the fruitloop, his sis - slash - cousin and him were. everything was just all over the place with the other what with his core and negative emotional regulator and summon (up in his to-do list find out if he’s the head behind this to punch him real hard. Danny was in the middle of something —)

A sigh escapes him, guess he can always ask

….

Yeahhh, we know how that usually ends. poor danny, his resignation is all over that sigh. That boy may be High Prince of The Undead, but he’s like sixteen, he has no idea what’s going on. that and literally not wanting to, doesn’t stop Danny from making all this his problem now.

next, will be Jason’s pov. hopefully. send help i’ve never actually written him ahh

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #jason todd #red hood #lazarus pit #pit madness #ectoplasm #ghost king danny #actually ghost prince Danny #he’s babey #not king yet #league of assasins #summoning #summons #ghost cores #dc universe #danny boi

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insonniacaotica · 3 months ago

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Batfamily damn good ao3 tags

This is a list of ao3 tags about batfamily that I think deserve to be used more (semi-serious list)

Canon tags:

• Bruce Wayne's Love Language ('cause yes, we need it) • Cassandra Cain is a Wayne (Because I say so) • Bruce Wayne Gets a Hug (There are many gen fanfics with batkids being comforted but far less with Bruce. Let's give him hugs too.) • Crying Bruce Wayne (I used it once (1) time, it was good, I recommend it) • Damian Wayne Acts Like a Kid (Honestly one of my favorites) • Jason Todd Calls Bruce Wayne "Dad" (I'm just so weak for this tag) • Damian Wayne Has a Heart (he's a kid, stop treating him like a 2D hater murderer) • Batman Needs a Robin (DCU) (I just like this) • Tim Drake Lies to Bruce Wayne (it's a beautiful tag and you know it) • Bruce Wayne Adopts Cassandra Cain (There are like 10 fanfics with this tag. I object) • Stephanie Brown Disobeys Orders (do it for chaos or for angst) • Damian Wayne Tries to Be a Good Sibling (I'm weak for this too) • Evil Genius Tim Drake (just for fun) • Fashion Disaster Dick Grayson (I laughed so hard the first time I read this)

Fanon/not yet canon tags (tags that I have used or seen around on ao3 but that are not recognized as canonical tags):

• Bruce Wayne Adopts Duke Thomas (I will make this tag canon or die trying) • Confused Justice League (not really a batfamily tag but close) • Jason Todd and Damian Wayne escape the League of Assasins (I see this as a sort of subtag of "Jason Todd and Damian Wayne Meet in the League of Assassins" but we should make it a canonical tag) • DC stands for Disregard Canon (It makes me laugh and we use it a lot) • Stephanie Brown Swears (There is a canon tag for Jason's swearing but not for Steph? Unfair) • Sarcastic Stephanie Brown (I just need this to be canon) • Alfred Pennyworth Makes Mistakes (Don't hate me, you know what can happen)

Maybe I'll do a part two. Let me know if you want it <3

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jessilynallendilla · 3 months ago

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DPXDC LOA & COURT OF OWLS FIC REC

TITLE/LINK RATING COMPLETED-WORD-COUNT SERIES

DP FIC REC HOME POST

let me know if the links aren't working and feel free to suggest any

& THE LEAGUE OF ASSASINS

Ghoulish M 14,758 SERIES

Danny meets and grows closer to a stranger named Ra's. He has time to regret it.

The Grandfather Paradox M 11,097 SERIES

Falling through time and space is not what Danny had planned for his day. Being saved by an unknown stranger was definitely up there too, and he definitely hadn't meant to grow attached to a time period he could never stay in. At first it had just been a curiosity. Who would not be curious about a mysterious child from a foreign land wound up suddenly in the desert sand? But interest had turned into fondness, fondness into affection. The boy is his son. In everything but blood. Ra's is not entirely wrong about that. He just missed a generation in between.

The Lazarus Child T 3,712 SERIES

“You told me a child did it.” “But no ordinary child. A child born in hell.” What if the child who managed to climb out of the Pit wasn’t who we thought? Instead, it was a black-haired with icy blue eyes child whose face resembles one man we know. Enter Danyal al Ghul.

Outta Your League G 1,202

Maddie wanted to know why a boy that looked just like Talia al Ghul was in Gotham. Damian wanted to know why a random woman felt the need to run from him in terror. Danny just wanted to know what was going on. All-in-all, Danny's campus visit to Gotham U went pretty poorly.

Two Of A Time T

Ra's Al Ghul and Danny Phantom just can't help but keep meeting each other throughout all of time!

An Heir For You And Me M SERIES

Ra's talks Talia into summoning the holder of the Ring of Rage to get a new heir. Talia will do it but she has her own plans.

Growing Ghosts And Silent Swords M

What if Danny managed to sneak up on Talia? She would totally adopt and train him as an assassin right?

Walking Side By Side M

Danny thought he escaped the League and his father's expectations for good when he was 8. To his surprise they came back for him. Recently escaping from the government and his adopted parents alike and trying to avoid both the GIW and the League he gets sucked back in anyways. He has a nephew now though, so thats cool. He's getting out again but at what cost? Is the gain worth it? Danyal Al Ghul-Fenton, the son of Ra's Al Ghul, Talia Al Ghul's younger brother, and the Demon Heir- fell into the Fenton's life at the age of 8 only to get ripped back into his old life ten years later. He manages to get out again with Jason Todd under the assumption he'll assist him in his mission. He assists him a lot more positively instead. The league is still on his back though, after all Ra's still needs an heir. Can Danny escape his family again?

& THE COURT OF OWLS

Infiltrate And Annihilate T 1,998 SERIES

Danny as Ghost King, unfortunately, has to sneak into the Court of Owls' ranks to tear them down and bring them to justice in one move. He didn't really expect the Bats to be there.

The Adventures Of Big Talon And Little Talon. T SERIES

Jason would like a one Talon please. No, not the Other Talon. He wants the Little Talon. The one with yellow green eyes. The short one. You know the one that chirps. No, he's not turning into his Father, he swears. Little Talon doesn't know what he wants but he knows this new Big Talon is good.

Remember, Remember(To Think Before You Jump) NR SERIES

Danny is a failed clone from the Court of Owls, and was sent away and miraculously(lol) got adopted by the Fentons. But when something with the portal accident knocks the old memories loose, what will Danny do once he discovers Dick Grayson’s secret? And, through connection and memories, the rest of the Bat’s secret identities?

Dead Man Walking M 8,384

None of this was Danny's problem— and he's determined to keep it that way, no matter what the cops, the weird dude in full-on themed body armor, or the secret society of rich people hiding in the sewers of Gotham had to say. If he wasn't getting paid for over time and he wasn't on the clock, then what was he supposed to do about it?? Or: Talons, Talons, everywhere, and nary a living Mortician around to clean them up.

The Undead People Won't Stop Coming For Me. T

Danny didn't predicted this happening at all when he became a mortician in gotham. He was just drinking his daily ectoplasm juice after fixing up two dead bodies between preteens and adults only to see them Stand up, staring at him with glowing amber and green eyes staring at his ectoplasm shot drink like hungry vultures. Sighing as he doesn't get paid enough for this as he offer them some... Only for the next 2 weeks, his mortician is filled with other undead, bring more bodies. Meanwhile, the leader of court of owls and league of assassins are starting to noticed a increasing amount of members disappearing..

#dpxdc #danny phantom #batman #long post #fic rec

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sunnie-angel · 4 months ago

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Snack Fics Masterlist

Bite-sized scenes somewhere between a ficlet, a drabble, and a head canon

Jason Todd

Holding hands

Winter light walk

Glasses!Jason

Period cramps & plushie heating pack

Oranges

Flower vases

Consent king

100 followers (night at home)

Airport boyfriend

Casual intimacy

200 followers (grandma’s little helper)

Bandaids

Sewing kit

Study date

Chopsticks

Coming in from the cold

Curling up in bed

Second best

Kisses

An arm around you

Sweet tooth

Angel

First hickey

North Star

Catholic Jason

Firebug

Ravenous

Senses

Summer Nights

Fake Dating Headcanons

Sick Reader Headcanons

Day Off Headcanons

Claustrophobic Reader

Zombie Reader

Insecure

Traveling Headcanons

Gotham’s Love

Older Jason

League of Assasins AU

Play fighting

Forced Proximity

Angsty Childhood Friends to Lovers

Soup

Chubby Reader Headcanons

Miscommunication

Curly Haired Reader

Jason’s Grief

Artist Reader

Famous Author Reader

Worship

Multilingual Reader

Best Friend Vigilante Reader

First Dates

Marrying Fem!Jason

Would You Let Someone Live?

Parable

Trying boba

scars

Fire

Desire

Conrad Oxford

Nightmares

Lovesick

Club kid

Cold

First Dates

Devotion

Running cold

#snack fics #navigation

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ashfly · 2 years ago

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Idiot Posting

So!

I keep seeing people's headcanons of Jason Todd being a drama queen / theater kid. Combine that with being a young adult, someone who wants to finish college, etc. Let it sit for a second. Add a generous helping of Skunk Stripe.

Turn your attention to Vlad Masters/Plasmius. Theater Kid. Finished college. Studied an absolute joke of a profession (presumably while also getting a business degree.)

People love making Jason a halfa. Why, the flip, have I not seen anything with Jason being Vlad? Literally could tie it into a Vlad the Impaler (do you think he wouldn't make a serial killer joke in his name) combined with Masters (Invictus, Master of my Fate, Captain of my Soul). Local theater kid studies death to make family reunions awkward. Hospital cut-off / cutting off contact with the Fentons could be a plot point of the League (heroes/assasins, take your pick) trying to cure him (or figure out how he managed to get Lazarus Pit poisoning, again, depending on what else is going on in that mash-up).

Vlad looks like a vampire and Jason is enough of a theater kid to make another joke off of his code name. Plasmius, he's got the ectoplasm, miss, excuse you. Or someone else could make the joke about him trying to shoot ectoplasm and it missing, take your pick.

Anyways, yes, this entire rant is because I keep seeing pics of Vlad with the Skunk Stripe, au's where Jason goes into business, and the sheer theater kid energy that shows up in both of them.

(Look, if Jason was willing to pick a fight with Tim, who changes from being 2-10 years younger than him depending on the au's flavor, then he would totally pick a fight with Danny flat-out.)

#jason todd #danny phantom #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #dp x dc #dp x dc writing prompt #let me know if I messed up any of the tags #seriously I break my vow of tumblr post silence for this #I am weak #should this be called drama king au or...

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geekynerdfinallyhada-name · 1 year ago

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Okay, this is not a good time to post this ON VALENTINE'S DAY but since this is brought up again and I will tell my theories!

WARNING: It's a theory! Contains comics and movie spoilers! You have been warned

I never shared this before, It just I had a theory that Talia slept with Jason is to rise a dna from him? I have a theory about Damian isn't actually her and Bruce's kid. But with Jason instead.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you haven't read Under The Red Hood comics or Red Hood: Lost Days, here is my previous post!

What's to prove this?

Talia had a different reputation or depiction now, it seems? She had always slept around in order to rise a powerful kid or descendants to the league? I'm sorry if I explained it wrong, I wanted to say that she had a kid with Deathstroke.

Is she a good mom? No, it's a fan fiction. Batman Family: Slice of Life, Webtoons it's a fan service behind every drama in DCU. It's hardly happening. Talia always seen her child as weapon, she's searching for the powerful heir? The one to leads the next League of Assasins, I'm sorry if I depicted this in wrong way! Since I'm talking about modern Talia!

I want to clear something though, I have read or known her appearance is not something REALLY, PURE EVIL, SLUTS,

Checked out my reblogged post...

https://www.tumblr.com/geekynerdfinallyhada-name/736530848644464640/is-this-good-its-from-btac-s3-8?source=share

Also her version in BTAC: S3 #8

Enough talking about that one, let's get to the explanation point.

Notice that Bruce's eyes is blue?

It's Blue, right??

"He had his father's eyes, don't you think?" -Talia, Death in The Family

First, seems Talia here had her eyes colored brown. She had brown eyes and...

That child had FUCKING GREEN EYES

Also guys! If you ever wondered, I guess this is where the fan fiction begins with Jason had green eyes. He is actually had always been "blue eyes"

We can argue if it's animation error and inconsistencies! But yes... Fucking hell, she's a manipulator. One thing about manipulator is that they're a liar, never trust their words so openly

Thank you to have a time to read this! I'm sorry if I makes grammar mistakes or my words are so messy! You'll get what I mean: She said Damian had his father's eyes, but Bruce's eyes is Blue and her eyes is brown. Um! Jason Todd does have green eyes in there, which is... Damian's eyes!

Another thing! The one in Red Hood: The Lost Days, it's the first and I think... Only? (I'm not talking about N52) Where it's clear that he slept with someone, Talia *THAT SOMEONE IS THE ONE WHO RAISED HIM!? :'(( okay, he was emotionally vulnerable too!? Is he... Groomed???????

Please broke my theories, thank you!! :) We know we don't want this to happen but drama is drama anyways. It's DCU, it's always been darker things happened

#jason todd #red hood #arkham knight #dc comics #robin jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd robin #bruce wayne #under the red hood: lost days #under the red hood #talia al ghul #bruce and talia

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 8 months ago

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Don't plead to the gods (they won't answer anyway)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SsRiPDF by Auiak Hades sends Nico to investigate a man who's been escaping death for centuries. Unfortunately for him, the mission makes Nico realize something -- something his father would never approve of. He can get Jason back again -- if he can manage to avoid the League of Assasins, the wrath of the gods, AND the Justice League all at once, that is. ---------- "You kept my brother and sister from me?!" The princess of Themyscira glared at her father. "I never thought you'd do something so cruel, yet here we are. And now due to your negligence, one of them is DEAD!!" "Diana-" "NO! You forced children to fight YOUR wars!" She snarled. "You are all selfish cowards, making children fight in YOUR wars. They became war veterans before they even graduated high school!!" Diana had admired her father, once upon a time, but now all she could feel was disgust. With a final scoff, she turned around and left, ignoring Zeus' sputtering and attempts to justify himself. She has better things to do than entertain her father's foolishness — namely, an entire society's worth of demigods to help. She refuses to let these children go through any more of this. Words: 3704, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Gotham Demigods!! Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, The Heroes of Olympus - Rick Riordan, Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen Characters: Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase (Percy Jackson), Jason Grace, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson), Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Talia al Ghul, Sally Jackson (Percy Jackson), Alfred Pennyworth, Ra's al Ghul, John Constantine, Zatanna Zatara, Diana (Wonder Woman), Clark Kent Relationships: Annabeth Chase/Percy Jackson, Nico di Angelo/Will Solace, Nico di Angelo & Jason Grace, Nico di Angelo & Hazel Levesque, Nico di Angelo & Jason Grace & Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace & Piper McLean & Leo Valdez, Jason Grace/Piper McLean (one-sided), Nico di Angelo & Percy Jackson, Piper McLean & Leo Valdez, Jason Grace & Thalia Grace, Jason Grace & Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Barbara Gordon, Apollo & Jason Grace, Talia al Ghul & Jason Todd, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Crack, Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit (DCU), Jason Todd Takes Care of Crime Alley | Park Row, BAMF Nico di Angelo, Powerful Percy Jackson, The Gods Are Bad Parents (Percy Jackson), Nico di Angelo Needs Therapy, Cursed Gotham City (DCU), Canon-Typical Violence, Hera and Jason Grace Have a Complicated Relationship, Zeus Being an Asshole (Percy Jackson), Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Parent Talia al Ghul, Complicated Relationships, Talia al Ghul is Not a Rapist, Talia al Ghul is the Demon's Head, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Bruce Wayne is So Done, Percy Jackson is So Done, Dark Nico di Angelo, Dark Magic read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/SsRiPDF

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the caped crusader #the dark knight #dcu #ao3 #ao3feed

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mysadcorner · 1 year ago

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Hello. I'm sorry to bother you, can I request Jason Todd x fem reader headcanons?👉👈 I have an idea where the reader had a difficult childhood without parents, and that she was trained by League of Assassins, not by her own will. Having miraculously escaped from the league, she wandered around the world to sort herself out, but during her wanderings she had to rely only on herself and not trust anyone, fearing that if she trusted someone, she would immediately be betrayed.

The reader manages to impress Jason with her willpower, wit and intelligence, demonstrating her ability to fight, rushing headlong into a situation with a plan when she assessed the situation, and firmly defending her opinions and beliefs.

This request was pretty similar

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd headcanons #dc x reader #dc #dc x you #dc comics headcanons #dc comics #red hood

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zhelin-thames · 2 months ago

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Sixteen Bucks and a Grudge

Inspired by this post

Masterpost

The Batcave descended into silence as the glowing figure hovered ominously, his voice reverberating through the space. Everyone stared at Bruce, whose face remained impassive, though there was a faint twitch in his left eye.

"Bruce," Danny's eldritch voice echoed again, the flickering green light from his form illuminating the cave. "You promised."

Jason was the first to break the silence, biting back a laugh. "Wait, hold up. Bats, you owe this guy—" he gestured at the spectral figure, "—sixteen bucks? And you didn’t pay him back?"

Tim blinked in disbelief. "Sixteen dollars? That’s it? Why not just pay him?"

Bruce’s jaw clenched. "It’s the principle."

"The principle?" Danny’s ethereal voice sharpened. "The principle is that you owe me money. I spotted you when you conveniently ‘forgot’ your wallet on that mission in Prague. Fifteen years, Bruce. Fifteen. Years."

Dick swung down from the obstacle course, landing with a flourish. "Bruce, this is... shocking. You didn’t pay back a friend? A ghostly friend?"

"Former associate," Bruce corrected, standing straighter.

"You don’t even have an excuse," Damian said, crossing his arms. "Father, this is shameful."

Cass, who had been silently observing, tilted her head at Danny and then at Bruce. "Pay him," she signed.

"Thank you!" Danny exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "See? She gets it!"

Steph nudged Duke, grinning. "This is the best thing that’s happened all week. I’m rooting for the glowing guy."

Jason smirked, holstering his guns. "Hey, Phantom—what happens if he doesn’t pay up? Do you haunt him or something?"

Danny’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "I’ve had fifteen years to think about that. Let’s just say Bruce would learn the true meaning of regret."

Bruce let out a long-suffering sigh, finally reaching into a compartment in his utility belt. He produced a crisp twenty-dollar bill and held it out toward Danny.

"Here."

Danny crossed his arms, floating closer but making no move to take it. "Sixteen. Not twenty. I’m not taking tips from someone who stiffed me for a decade and a half."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, then withdrew a smaller wad of cash and counted out exactly sixteen dollars. He handed it over wordlessly.

Danny plucked the money from Bruce’s hand with a smirk. "Pleasure doing business, old friend."

With that, Danny dissolved back into the glowing green portal, leaving the Batcave in a dim eerie glow for a few moments before it faded entirely.

As silence returned, Jason leaned back, arms crossed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "So, Bruce, what’s the real story here? Because I need to know why you’d rather let a ghost King hunt you down than pay sixteen dollars."

Bruce turned back to his computer. "Get back to work."

Tim was already typing away. "Oh no, I’m finding the mission logs. There’s no way we’re letting this go."

"Sixteen years of holding a grudge," Dick added, shaking his head. "That guy has serious commitment."

Jason laughed. "Sounds like he’d fit right in."

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trust-and-jump · 2 years ago

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Okay, so

I wrote a scene of my fanfic and I really liked it AND I'd like to translate it to English properly but my English is not the best, so I'll just describe the situation in it:

It's a Reverse Robins AU but for this scene it doesn't really matter, considering the fact that after all things that changed, including different roles for every batkid in the family, Jason still died. Because I just want some immortal!Jason (i mean the thing where he is very much able to die but he wakes up some time after) appreciation, okay? I mean, there are some things in comics that KINDA prove that (mostly the thing at the end of the Under The Red Hood arc, I'm pretty sure many people saw that theory). And, well. Things go the same as canon went once (annual #25 of Batman and some parts about Talia taking care of Jason in the Red Hood: The Lost Days) until after the Lazarus Pit.

You know how Ra's got reeeaaaally upset after That Thing with the Lazarus Pit? He didn't kill her but boy he was really intimidating. Probably because he was fresh out of the Pit.

Soon after he sends people after Jason Todd. And in my AU days later he has to deal with some urgent League business far away himself, suspecting that Talia set this up to let Jason escape the League assasins. Is he right? Is he wrong? Who knows.

Anyways,

We know that Jason was in some motel and got the news that Joker is still alive and as always goes in and out of Arkham like he owns the place. And we also know that in Lost Days after that he leaves all the trackers Talia put on him behind and runs away, trying to get to Gotham (and kill Bruce with that bomb under the Batmobile).

The thing is, in my AU he doesn't get far away before the League men catch him and bring him back to the League. Oops.

Ra's still isn't there but Talia knows that it won't take too long and she fears that as soon as Ra's gets the news of Jason being caught he'll order to eliminate him. You know, because of the stuff he told Talia about Jason being havoc or desease or something. You probably remember better than me, if you read the Lost Days.

But again, that's not the point.

The point is, that Talia (in my AU) for certain reasons actually suspects Jason being able to ressurect again. There is only one way to find out - to kill Jason. It would also keep her father's interest long enough to set Jason free once she's ready.

Jason, by the way, trusts her, even though he shouldn't and even though he doesn't remember most of the time being... unwell before the Pit.

So he doesn't expect her poisoning him with a f TEA.

The scene I wrote and can't translate good enough is about what happened right after, where Jason wakes up (and i really forgot here that i wanted to make him universal glitch again so he would wake up always after 6 months BUT I WANTED THIS SCENE TO HAPPEN SO BADLY), trying to pull himself together, and after an hourS long brooding and existential crisis he finally walks to the room next to this one (which is some sort of morgue or the infirmary, he isn't sure) just to see Talia, calm as ever, slitting there, cleaning her blade, relaxed, and he should be furious, but she just says, still looking at the blade, "Regrets are for fools". And you know, I did some decent Talia description in this dialogue but it's all in Russian and I'm a little sad.

But the thing is, Jason, knowing her, realises that she's lying to herself - and he answers after a minute of sudden muteness that if she wasn't sorry she wouldn't say something like that in the place where no soul would accuse her of anything.

And - her shoulders drop a little and she, like, relaxes. And THEN he realises that oh shit, it was her twisted and stupid way to say Sorry. And he knows he should be angry, because she poisoned him, killed him, and now she's sorry?? But he doesn't get angry, he is a little amused by this little exchange and bone-tired, but he's not angry even a little.

After that there are few more kinda cool things i wrote in Russian and then he tries to get warm and kinda just wants to rest and to look as empty as he feels and to curl in the corner under some blanket, so Talia delicately leaves the room and lets him grieve himself.

And the last line of the scene is Jason remembering what she said him once, long time ago,

"Don't show your own weakness and always aim for your enemy's one." Врушка.

Врушка basically means "little liar" and can be used as affectionate word.

So. I don't know why but i just wanted to write it. Still wish I had some person who could help me translate things in the cool way. But whatever.

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