#my knowledge of DC canon is very small

[emdeerm]

The stranger chuckled and gently pat Bruce's back.

"Hey, it has been a while, huh?"

Bruce just buried his face further into the shoulder of a slightly taller man. Silent tears were soaking into the white T-shirt.

The children were flabbergasted.

"What the fuck."

"Language, Master Jason," Alfred chastised gently as he suddenly appeared behind the frozen group.

"It's good to see you again, Alfred," the man greeted his voice all choked up.

"Same to you, Master Danny. You gave us quite a scare."

No matter how professional the old butler liked to be, he couldn't not hug one of his children.

"Welcome home."

-----

"So, B has a younger brother and no-one thought it was a good idea to inform us?"

After the heartfelt reunion, Alfred left the family to figure themselves out and to prepare a feast. Now Danny was faced with the force that is many children of his older brother.

He heard the stories and even had a chance to see them sometimes through the veil, but meeting them in person was a blessing he didn't think he'd ever get.

"Tim-"

"I forbade him from doing so," Danny cut off his brother, who looked at him incredulously. "B, keep your mouth closed. Your communication skills have become worse since the last time I've seen you."

That got some of the nephews and nieces to laugh at least.

"What do you mean?"

Dick. The oldest and the child who was adopted just a year after Danny had to go MIA.

Danny sighed. "I'll start from the beginning. Sit down, it'll be a long one."

-----

Danny was kidnapped when he was 10.

He could still remember the terror he had felt on that night.

And he could still remember just how shocked everyone was when a couple in hazmat suits accidentally rammed into them, apologised, grabbed their tech that got scattered about and left. Accidentally carrying Danny with them.

His parents were so inattentive at times, it was painfully hilarious.

("They just picked up a kid by accident, saw that later and decided to keep you?!"

"Pretty much."

"B, why can't anyone in the family be normal?"

"Hn," was the amused reply.)

He wanted to go back home but after some digging around, he realised that it was safer for everyone if he was missing for a little.

He died and came back at 14.

(Danny pat the back of his older brother and shot a reassuring smile to the others. "Yeah, I'm crossing that of my Vigilante Bingo too.")

He couldn't return to his brother yet. He now had his own problems, nemesis and rogues to deal with.

("You were a teen vigilante?! Alone?!"

"You gotta do what you gotta do. Ghosts were out and about and were dangers to themselves and others. I'm the bridge. I had to fix that.)

He ended up never revealing himself to his parents and moved out at 18.

He was home.

His brother was gone. The company and everything else were left in Alfred's hands for a few years by then.

Danny picked up the slack. He worked hard. He knew his brother would be back. Clockwork said so. And the time keeper usually wasn't wrong. Danny wanted his brother to be set for life when he returned.

When Bruce did come back, it took them a while to fully recover their relationship

("B's fault, really. He refused to listen to any reason lr explanation," *shrug*

"Sounds like him."

"I don't know," mused Alfred, who was suddenly there, "if I recall correctly, your pranks and pettiness weren't helping. "

*open laughter*)

They grew close again. Danny helped with Batman things by creating gadgets and being the man on the comms.

("One would be surprised how useful overshadowing technology can be."

*jealous noises from the select few*)

Everything was fine. Until Clockwork came to them with a mission that Danny couldn't decline or do quickly.

The time stream was destabilising. The world had a chance of completely falling apart. And Danny's status as a Halfa would allow him to be in the least amounts of danger while fixing that.

("I forbade talking about me. Clockwork and a few others pulled some strings that muddled the memories about my existence in the minds of others. I needed to disappear for this to be resolved. We had no idea when I'd be back."

The implied "if he would be back at all" was left unsaid.)

------

The next JL meeting saw an unusually chipper Batman with an invisible companion.

Martian Manhunter sensed the amusement from both and let them be.

Shazam recognised the feeling. His friend came to visit!

Let's go Bruce!

Masterpost

Lighthearted

Bruce and Danny were inseparable. Especially after the deaths of their parents. But that all changed when Bruce decided he had to become the protector of Gotham. He disappeared one night with only a note detailing his plans. After years of no contact with his family, Bruce thought he'd come home to an empty house or at the very least, a livid brother. Instead he was greeted with a massive bear hug and excited chatter. Apparently Danny had stayed. Not only that, he had taken over Wayne Enterprises and made it the leading company in pretty much every industry. What was most surprising is that seemingly, Danny had done it all for him. In his words, "If you're gonna go running through the streets beating up criminals, you might as well do it with the best tech."

Angsty

It didn't take long after Thomas and Martha's passing for distant relatives to come out of the woodwork. One relative was even bold enough to kidnap Danny. Due to the corrupt nature of the police department, they were slow to act. By the time they caught the relative, Danny had already escaped on his own. Bruce was devastated that he couldn't have even protected his little brother and this incident solidified his dedication to the mission. Meanwhile, Danny was picked up by some kind scientists who were in town for a convention.

Years later, the Batfamily hears Bruce cry out at the door. Everyone springs into action ready to fight. Only to find their father desperately clutching onto a stranger as tears stream down his face.

[mochaintherain]

"Study"

doodles from the brainworms...it started when I thought of golden cheese in engineering #womeninstem and it spiraled into SDVN because of course it did

TEXT:

PV—pre med

public health major!

• roomies w/ Dark Cacao

• crush on White Lily (obvious) that he hides (fails)

• 3rd in his class overall

• in gardening club!

• has been nominated for ASB a gazillion times

• visually impaired

•uses a cane sometimes

TEXT:

PV, got a new "study buddy"!

uh...people don't hear much from him these days.

• DC says he's barely home?

• seems to avoid white lily? Changed his whole discussion section schedule?

• Doesn't show up to class, aces tests

Maybe the ills from my summer classes are showing but college AU in a cutthroat and prestigious uni

grade deflation / everyone is a tryhard / everyone is barely making it / grades are curved against everyone else's / It's just a very, very unhealthy environment. The college is also small enough for everyone to be ranked.

PV being one of the best in his class but struggling...perhaps a few lab break-in's with White Lily later...and he's landed himself a new friend to study with!!! There is no blackmail involved.

-

CW: SUGGESTIVE ART UNDER CUT!!!! + UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC BRAINROT

BECAUSE OF SHADOW FUCKING MILK.

theyre fuckin in a twin XL sized bed because they're in a college town btw

i think PV would be beloved around the uni—I'd say that all the ancients are quite popular because they're remarkable in their fields, but since PV is so nice and friendly, he's like. the most.

As for how The . Situationship occurred, I think it'd be really interesting if it followed canon-esquely. WL (2nd in their class) is a science major (prob bio?) and despite not having a lab on campus, she sneaks into them anyway with PV. He follows along because of his feelings for her + he also is curious about more than his course materials. except on one unfortunate instance, they break into shamilks.

He finds out—maybe PV accidently loses one of his earrings or something. he's the smartest of them all (valedictorian) and has been watching the two for a while. It's not everyday that the top-scorer places second. WL outdid him in some chemistry class once, and SM has never lived it down.

in earnest, the only reason that happened was because he was so bored, he figured he could skip a few questions and still get the highest placement. his other classmates are morons, after all!!!

When he confronts PV, I'd figure he would use WL against him, saying how terrible it'd be to get them expelled, with such bright futures. PV is PV, he'd apologize profusely, almost begging him to keep a secret. If not for WL, he'd most likely accept his consequences. But he couldn't let his friend go through that, especially not when he was the reason they got caught!

wracked with guilt and some psychological maneuvering later, PV agrees to be Shamilk's study buddy (who absolutely does not need one). A call or text, and 30 minutes later, Vanilla is at his doorstep, without fail. No matter what time.

Ring the bell, and the dog will heed its tolls.

all of it was originally a ploy to see how desperate PV would be to keep up appearances,

but Shadow Milk finds his company fascinating.

PV does work hard to succeed, and with SM's help, he actually gets better and better scores (and eventually overtaking WL's GPA).

Unfortunately, SM's help is brutal. Effective, but brutal. Keeping PV in his apartment for days at a time to read and study, unconventional recall methods, maybe freaky operant conditioning.

And in a way, it's nice to have someone who can keep up with you. SM has his own friends, too, but they're not exactly knowledgeable in more than one thing. They can't keep up with him, but Pure Vanilla can. And when he can't, he's a quick learner.

PV is also weaker than him.

Shadow Milk has a frail body, and somehow, PV is even more so. The thing can't read unless the lights are turned up all the way, and can't walk for an extended period of time. just like him.

When one has a friend like Burning Spice, who is in peak physical condition, there's a certain satistifaction to be had in finding someone worse off than you.

And that someone is so, so touch-starved. It's reasonable, honestly. Going from some group of closely-knit friends to...Shadow Milk, will do that to a man.

Especially when touch is one such tool for teaching.

If PV does well, he may bestow upon him a squeeze on the shoulder. A tap on the cheek. A hug.

A kiss.

Neither of them quite remember what happened for the two to get in bed together.

But then, and even now, Shadow Milk withholds touch.

More specifically, Pure Vanilla isn't allowed to touch him back. Not even his fingers twitch, or when his arms flail for purchase.

It's a riveting game, because Shadow Milk knows the thing craves to reciprocate. Being desired and wanted...it's a nice feeling, isn't it? Being in control—it's exquisite.

But as smart as Shadow Milk is, he's so easily deceived.

When Pure Vanilla began asking for help on topics that he surely should have been well-versed in, Shadow Milk should have known better than to indulge him.

When he wore the clothes so generously made by SM...When the two began wearing matching earrings...When he agreed to wear that golden choker...

When Pure Vanilla began showing up at his apartment without the usual beck-and-call, he had attributed it to routine. Familiarity. Stimulus and Response.

Learned Behavior.

After all, the fool was so blatantly infatuated with that White Lily. How could he have known?

How could Shadow Milk have ever fathomed that the consuming obsession spiraling was a mutual curiosity?

[phantomchick]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

Death Note/Disco Elysium

A must read if you have any knowledge of either fandom.

THE HIT AND RUN by brawltogethernow

Harry hits Light Yagami with his car. (Based on a joke post, taken extremely seriously.)

Jason Todd/Batfamily/DC Comics

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. (—They may not mean to, but they do. ) by llamallamaduck

Jason is having a relatively smooth, uneventful evening. True, he’s actively fantasising about how he will tear Wójcik into itty-bitty pieces, but that’s about as peaceful as it gets in this hell-pit. He is in no way expecting Talia to come marching in. Then, when she proceeds to bury three knives into Wójcik and shoot him twice in the head, he knows shit’s about to get coconuts. He is still sitting in lotus position, mouth ajar, when she makes a sharp, imperious gesture in his direction. “Come. Time for learning has run out.”

Irreconcilable by LananiA3O

When Alfred finds out that Bruce took Jason back to Ethiopia in a deliberate attempt to trigger memories of his death, Alfred finds himself with the toughest question he has ever faced: is the man he vowed to serve still a man, or has he become a monster? And more importantly: can he reconcile his service to the Wayne family children with his service to Bruce?

butcherbird, fly away home by e_va

Lost Days-era. Jason's latest teacher is cruel man, but a boring one. There's no reason for Jason to expect that he will be any different from the rest—just another monster with a skillset that Jason wants to learn. He'll get what he needs and then take out the trash before he goes, as always. It's all going according to plan until, very suddenly, it isn't. ~ One of Jason's instructors kidnaps Bruce fucking Wayne. This changes nothing, or at least that's what Jason keeps telling himself.

Late Night Delusions of Family by Cajunhusker

So maybe being hit by cuddle pollen wasn't great when no one knew Jason Todd was alive. That didn't stop him from climbing in Bruce's window in search of comfort hoping that his father wouldn't wake up. (Standalone fic)

Tuesday Morning Scandal by DragonflyxParodies

“He faked my death?!” His outrage carries his voice out of the holding room he and his companions have been ushered into. “Sir – “ “Mom got custody and his response was to pretend I got fucking murdered?!”

Smashing Tail Lights by CunningCrow

a mundane slice-of-life of a murdery traumatised eighteen year old getting his life absolutely fucked up and trying to fix it up a bit through more murder

thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven by ackerlag

The city isn’t small by any means, though the closest police station is nearby enough that he can hear the hurried steps of officers rushing into cars, barking orders and starting engines as they speed off into Gotham’s discomforting embrace. Across the town, in another part of the city, there are probably a group of thugs loudly attempting robbery in some small bank. The hubbubs of it aren’t audible where he stands, and sooner or later, the police will get it contained. In a different neighborhood, maybe there’s a rogue on the rise, clamoring for attention to whatever plot they’re concocting and executing. That too, is surely soon to be contained. The protectors of the city are many—and they’re often capable. Though perhaps, not always capable enough. Not when it matters. Some heinous things don’t just happen after sunset. Some things truly cruel only start up where no one can hear, causing noises only strained ears can pick up.

look back in anger by vechter

Dick Grayson-centric

Dick and Bruce are like this: Not the sun and moon, a love devastated by circumstance, a story of light and gravity but a different beast altogether. A nucleus fissuring into two, borne of the same energy, the same matter, the same decay. Their story has always been radioactive. A canon-divergent take on Dick's return after Spyral featuring debilitating self-loathing and guilt, interspersed with the ordeal of being unmasked and the subsequent waning sense of personhood.

In Which Bruce Wayne Is Not Immune To Panic by SummerKnight717

Trials and tribulations of parenthood... Or, how Bruce may need some reflexes reprogrammed, Dick is amused, Jason is very confused, and Clark begins to consider the possibility Brucie Wayne might not entirely be an act.

Ophelia in Retrograde by Thingsareswinging

On the television, the camera pans across Gotham’s skyline, and Jason’s mind goes blank. The clocktower, Babs’ new base of operations, is a smoking ruin. Scrambling up, mashing the mute button on the remote, he rushes to the desk in the corner, wrenching open his laptop, fingers shaking as he activates the nuclear option. Putting the headphone to his ear, relief floods his chest when he hears Barbara’s voice for the first time in three years, then sours when he can process well enough to hear what she’s actually saying. It’s not Barbara that’s dead. It’s Robin.

bad news, this place is magic as fuck by mikkal

Jason's on the trail of a killer who's targeting kids in Crime Alley for an unknown magical ritual. Between that and his family who insists on butting in, he's got his work cut out for him. But, as they say, nothing is as it seems.

Shoot (It's Gonna Hurt) by unravelledorfrayed

Trigger warning for non-consensual drug use (they put him on anxiety medication without telling him and frame it as being for his own good and are kinda disgustingly unapologetic/condescending about it tbh) seeing as the author didn't tag properly. It only comes up in the third chapter though and I'm only recommending this for the first two chapters anyway.

When the batarang bites into the soft, vulnerable skin under Jason's jaw, Bruce screams.

Outdated Directions by bowditch

Jason and Tim are stuck in a house in the past and they aren't getting along.

i'll survive, but i'll never recover by moonyandluna

after dick gets back from spyral, jason decides to visit dick even if things between bats and dick are tense.

To My Brother by a_silly_gander

Jason’s in a small town somewhere in the Russian wasteland the first time he sends a postcard to Dick.

Gotham; An Outsider's Perspective on Vigilantes by KangaRou

It all started when Jason Todd-Wayne was unlawfully arrested in his own home on suspicion of being the Red Hood. It highlights the hypocrisy and potential harm that vigilantes being allowed to run rampant in Gotham could be. Let it be known that every Gothamite has their own opinion on the Bat. --- Otherwise known as: "Jason Todd will gaslight Gotham into hating both Batman and Bruce Wayne" To clarify: Jason Todd *is* the Red Hood, however, you may not believe that by the end of it.

Victory by AlexaAffect

Jason inhaled again, stronger this time, until the smoke burned the back of his throat. He exhaled and Dick was standing by his side; dressed in pajamas the same as Jason, leaning over the railing. Or alternatively; post Batman(2016) #148, Jason and Dick talk.

The Caretaker by sea_change

“I love you, but you need help. And until you get it – until you change – you’re not allowed near my siblings.”

You Made a Promise, I Kept it by JustPracticalAsHell

Rule #1: Protect little siblings emotionally and physically at all and any cost Rule #2: No More Dead Robins Rule #3: Never Trust Adults

You die when your spirit dies. (--Otherwise, you live.) by llamallamaduck

Shipfic, also known as rarepair heaven, this fic has Hatake Sakumo X Jason Todd (familiarity with Naruto is not required to read and enjoy it)

It all started, Jason will later consider, when someone finally went and killed the Joker. Everything else sort of snowballed from there. Or, maybe, it all started when a commie artist decided to up and open a homeless shelter slash commune in Gotham. Or, maybe,it all started when Jason went and laid his fool eyes on those forearms and that jawline and didn’t immediately run for the fucking hills. Yeah. Yeah, that seems about right.

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? by llamallamaduck

Death’s claim on Jason Peter Todd was a complicated, unpredictable thing. Whatever the reason may be, he is here, now; placed here by the same thing that revived him in his coffin, all those years ago. Picking himself up and carving a space for himself in a world that hasn’t planned for him is just what you do. Or Jason Todd dies and wakes up in a strange, new Gotham, populated by strange, new iterations of his family. It’s far from the worst thing that could have happened.

Allegro Vivace by Hinn_Raven

Stephanie Brown is never fired as Robin, and that changes everything. Growing up in parts, finding an identity, and making a family, in times of peace and times of war.

protocol by spiritsglade

Joker breaks out of Arkham Asylum.

Refusal by VenJess

When the van pulls into Amusement Mile, dread swoops in Jason’s belly. Still, he swings down, sneaks through the open gates and ducks behind the roundabout. He watches as the backdoor of the van opens. Joker steps out. - Or, Jason and the Bats have a procedure in place for when Joker escapes Arkham. Jason decides it's due for a review.

Their Ways Are Filled With Thorns by Miles_2_Go

Jason is injured during a fight and it brings back unwanted memories, exposing a dark secret.

naught but ashes by MasterOfMyFateCaptainOfMySoul

Dick had told Jason once, morbidly, that he had gone through Gotham’s death records and counted all the people who had had “victim of Joker gas” or “killed in a Joker attack” listed as their cause of death. Jason had been thirteen at the time, and the number had been four thousand, seven hundred and seventy four. Almost five thousand people, and the Joker had escaped numerous times since then, killing more and more until he culminated in killing Jason himself. But what does Bruce do? What do the courts do? They throw him back in Arkham, every single time, and just wait for him to break out again, all because of some flimsy excuse of criminal insanity. As soon as Talia is done with him, Jason is going to tear Jack Napier limb from fucking limb and burn the body to leave naught but ashes. He wants to erase every trace of the Joker from the earth, until the only remnant of his life is the scars he’s left behind.

Thunder Screaming in the Sky by Ellegrine

Dick stares at the dirt with horror, the taste of stomach acid thick on his tongue. No, it’s not possible. He’s hearing things. He’s hallucinating. There’s no way in hell that Bruce buried Jason alive.

Naruto

Kagura by lulu_lisbon

Wherein transmigration occurs, but not everybody gets to start out as a baby. ANBU Dog is also, by far, the worst captain ever, and Kagura very much does not recommend working with him because he’s a loony piece of shit. A gripping tale of ANBU shenanigans, disturbing romances, and excessive gore. Highly self indulgent.

Seeing Double (Seeing Ghosts) by NicWrites

Kakashi meets Team Seven. (Kakashi doesn't even try to see them for who they are.)

[transformersandturtles]

Hello hello, this isn't my normal kind of posting but it's been about uh. . . 8 months since I've done private/1 on 1 roleplays (of course excluding my MK1 Syzoth acc) and have been curious in finding a new RP partner. Information under the cut!

Hello! If you don't know me, my name is Seven and I use They/Them! I am 18, a hs graduate, and am currently pursuing 2d art as a hobby and tattooing as a career! I do have a busy home life and am not on 24/7. Time zones aren't a problem, I'd prefer an RP partner 17+. I am autistic and have social anxiety so it is hard for me to reach out first but I am always happy to start talking! ^^

I mostly do AUs or post-story kinda stuff but I'm down for any kind of fun/chaos. Here is a list of fandoms I will RP -

bold/color is what I'd prefer most.

• ROTTMNT

• 2012 TMNT

• Transformers One

• Transformers Animated

• X-Men (live action + 97)

• MCU/Avengers

• DC (mostly Batman/Batfam)

• Pokemon (Mostly the game stories)

• How To Train Your Dragon

• Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

• Digimon Adventures

• Spider-Man (ITSV & ATSV)

. . . And more but mostly these!

• Voltron Legendary Defender

• Invincible (Show) (New)

PLEASE NOTE I AM STILL NEW TO X-MEN AND DC SO PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME AND LMK IF I EVER GET ANYTHING WRONG MY KNOWLEDGE IS LIMITED 😭

I also do Crossovers! Mostly other fandoms x Pokemon or x HTTYD but I'm really up for anything! With that, I also do tend to put in headcanons so if something doesn't line up or sounds odd please lmk.

I also do -

• Canon x Canon (Rom/Plat)

• Oc x Canon (Rom/Plat)

• Oc x Oc (Rom/Plat)

There doesn't have to be shipping or pairing or anything, but if it is Oc x Canon I do wish for it to be two ways and even (i.e. Your Oc x Canon and my Oc x Canon. Doesn't have to be equal words but equal sentencing is preferred but not required!)

Here are some things I will NOT do -

✘ No NSFW! Don't care age or anything, will not do it at all. Time skips are fine, but nothing more. (im being so real it makes my skin crawl writing it so I'm really sorry.)

✘ No form of any kind of -cest. I'll do familial bonds but no blood relaxations at all! If they're in the family tree, leave them be! Also no adults x minors or anything of the sort.

✘ I will not be doing this "OC Name: *waves* Hello!" format. Nothing against it, I just personally won't use it, I like to be detailed.

There is probably more to this but that'll come and go depending on RPs.

I have been roleplaying for about 8-9 years and am very detailed in my responses! I try to match replies so if it's short then it's short or if it's long then it's long. I am a writer so I do put in details from time to time that may be too much so if that is ever the case please lmk and I'll tone it down.

Here is an example of my writing style for RP! -

Lucius blankly stared at his acquaintances, almost bewildered by them. "Have none of you played a game of Uno in your life?" He questioned, a slight country drawl to his words, something that often came out when he drank too much or got emotional enough. How the hell had a bunch of people his age never even seen a deck of Uno? "It's like, a classic, y'know? Have y'all been livin' under a rock?" Despite living in New York for years now, he never shook off that Midwestern talk.

Logan Howlett, by far the oldest of the whole table at the moment, gave a small snort as he let out the smoke of his cigar. "A rock? No. Runnin' for our lives is more like it. Not every day for pleasantries or domesticity." He stated firmly, before setting down a red reverse card onto the short pile. "Your turn, bub. . ." He leaned back in his seat with a huff.

--

I do have OCs and information and stuff for all of them! Feel free to DM me if you're curious and we can talk it out on what fits! ^^

[errorryx]

shitty batman fanfiction

So AO3 went down last night, and my friend @armyanimal156 was in the middle of a fanfiction and couldn’t finish it, so I offered to finish it for him. I used my vague understanding of comic book storytelling from my brief Marvel comics phase in 2019, plus the very minimal knowledge i picked up from some of my mutuals' posts, to assemble this nonsense. This is Damian What’s-his-face’s Journey of Self-Discovery, originally typed out stream-of-consciousness into Discord and then edited into a more digestible format.

Please for the love of god understand that this is not my usual writing style and also I'm not in this fandom and don't know shit about fuck. This is just a very long shitpost. ok enjoy

—

Damian, the newest Robin who was raised by assassins, was about to go on a journey to atone for his sins. He used Batman’s credit card to buy himself plane tickets to Eurasia and Africa, because there was a package deal he saw online or whatever. He decided to fly economy because he had self-esteem issues and thought he didn’t deserve first class.

He arrived in Eurasia, which in DC comics universe is the name of a small country in the continent of Syrup. Unfortunately, when he saw who was waiting for him at the airport, he was shocked.

“Mom?” Damian said. “Dad? Other Mom? That one guy?”

That’s right, it was the four assassins that raised him. The comics didn’t mention the other two assassins, Dad and Other Mom, because they weren’t relevant to the other stories being told. He calls his grandpa “that one guy.” This definitely isn’t someone poorly retconning comic canon into the fic after being told new information or anything like that.

“Yes, Damian, it’s us,” said Other Mom (that’s her legal government name). “We need your help. We’re going to assassinate the President of the United States.”

“No way,” Damian said. “I’ve changed. I fight for justice now.”

“Is that so?” that one guy said. “Then you should know that the President of the United States is actually evil and deserves to die.”

Damian wasn’t sure if he could believe that one guy, because he was a supervillain. But he decided to trust him just this once. He went and found the President of the United States, who was on a diplomatic mission to the small Syrupean nation of Eurasia, and shot him point blank on live television, Joker-movie-style.

Thankfully for Damian, that one guy was telling the truth: the president was evil and everyone had been secretly hoping for someone to assassinate him. People celebrated in the streets, and Batman and Tim and Drake and whoever else called and told him he did a good job. Even better, his mom patted him on the back and told Damian she was proud of him, which made him feel somewhat better about his childhood trauma.

Then, the president came back as a zombie who was impervious to bullets and wanted to eat everyone’s brains. Everyone was very upset about this, including all four of his assassin parents, and Batman, and Drake and Josh. Damian decided his best bet was to run away from his problems instead of facing them like a man, so he used his plane ticket to Africa and escaped.

—

The plane landed in Africa, which in DC comics universe is a small island nation in the Specific Ocean. Damian had never been to Africa before, but it was a popular tourist destination for its pristine beaches and overpriced coconut cocktails. However, after arriving on the island, he quickly learned that everything was owned by a mysterious billionaire known as Bruce Wane, Bruce Wayne’s twin brother who has never been mentioned in the comics before because he wasn’t relevant to any of the stories being told.

After some investigating, Damian learned that Bruce Wane was secretly a supervillain who terrorized the island, who went by the name of Badman (like Batman, but bad). Badman had a sidekick named Robbin. When Damian went up against this pair, Robbin pickpocketed him.

“Hey!” Damian complained. “I saw that! Don’t steal my stuff!”

“Damian,” Badman said in a fake deep voice, Dark Knight-movie-style. “If you want your wallet back, you have to join me. You can be Robbin 2.” Robbin looked upset about this, but didn’t say anything.

“No way, bitch,” Damian said (he gets to say swear words because of his childhood trauma). “Batman is way cooler than you.”

Badman took a few steps back and did a triple backflip. “Bet your stupid Batman can’t do that.”

Damian had to admit that Batman could not do that. “Fine, you win. I’ll join you.”

He followed Badman and Robbin to the Badcave (like the Batcave, but bad). Badman began explaining his plan to take over the world by dropping a bunch of badbombs (like batbombs, but bad) on top of the small island nation of Africa and then the rest of the world.

“That’s a really cool plan,” Damian said. “Can I have the password to your computer? I want to play Roblox.” BECAUSE AS IT TURNS OUT THIS KID IS LIKE TWELVE YEARS OLD HOLY SHIT WHY IS HE FIGHTING CRIME. WHY IS HE ASSASSINATING PEOPLE. WHAT THE FUCK MAN???

So Badman gave Damian the password to the badcomputer (like the batcomputer, but bad), which was, of course, “nanananananananabadman” and gave him unsupervised internet access.

Of course, Damian immediately hacked into the mainframe and set off every badbomb in the badwarehouse (like the batwarehouse, but bad). The Badcave exploded and everything was ruined. Then, Damian revealed that when Robbin was busy pickpocketing him, he was actually pickpocketing Robbin at the same time! He opened Robbin’s wallet and looked through his stuff.

As it turned out, Robbin’s ID picture looked the same as Damian’s, because they were secret TWINS and CLONES and TWIN CLONES. Robbin’s real name was Damien with an E. 

Robbin looked very sad, and he asked Damian if there was a way he could learn to be good instead of bad. “I could take you back to Batman,” Damian suggested. “You could be Robin 2. Actually, more like Robin 27 at this point.”

“That sounds great,” Robbin agreed, and they flew back to Gotham City together.

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“Jesus Christ, not another one,” Alfred said when they got back.

Batman just shrugged and said, “This might as well happen.”

“It’s going to be really confusing around here if there’s two Damians,” Cass (one of them is named Cass right? or Cath? idfk) said. Everyone decided to call Damian with an e “Dame” and Damian with an a “Ian.” This detail was included despite the fact that it never came up again.

They turned on the news, which was conveniently at the beginning of a report about Badman, who had miraculously survived the explosions. He had now teamed up with the zombie president and vowed to destroy Batman and his league of child soldiers.

The zombie president staged a hostile takeover of the American troops, which was easy because the guy who replaced him was a wimpy loser. Soon the entire US Marines were outside Batman’s house, which apparently isn’t the first time this has happened, but this time they had all been turned into zombies. Which also isn’t the first time that’s happened. Writing an original plotline in DC comics is probably impossible.

So began the epic battle between Batman’s orphanage and the zombie marine corps.

Everything was going well for the good guys, but then Damian got into trouble. It looked like he was about to get seriously injured, until Damien jumped in front of him at the last second to save him, only to get bit by one of the zombies and become infected.

Soon enough all the zombies were defeated, but it didn’t feel like a victory, not when the twinclone kid they met ten minutes ago was dying in front of them.

“Listen, everyone,” Damien said, while slowly turning green (the color of zombies). “I know we just met each other, but the ten seconds of kindness I got from you were better than the entire rest of my incredibly traumatic life. So please, don’t mourn me. Put me out of my misery, and go save the world in my honor.”

Damian nodded and lifted his gun. “I was raised by assassins, in case anyone forgot,” he said. “I can do what needs to be done.” He proceeded to shoot Damien in the head.

But it didn’t do any damage at all, because as previously stated, zombies are impervious to bullets. So Damien finished turning green and stood up. “Please don’t eat our brains!” one of those other batkids said.

“Huh,” Damien said. “I don’t really want to eat anyone’s brains. I think I’m fine, actually.”

As it turned out, the zombie virus didn’t induce the desire to eat brains. The president and the entire US marines were just like that.

So the entire group hunted down Badman and the President and dropped batbombs (like badbombs, but not bad) on top of their heads, and they both exploded into one zombillion pieces.

Everyone lived happily ever after, and Damian now had a twinclone zombie brother and felt a lot better about his childhood trauma.

The end

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bonus: more discord screenshots from last night for additional context, featuring my other friends @diligently-metastasizing (dyke lego homer) and @avloki-pal (wet ghost cat)

[nitholites]

Chloé Bourgeois/Cassandra Cain (possible/Stephanie Brown), anyone?

basically, i got to thinking. it's been years since i've watched anything mlb, and i can't claim to be super knowledgeable about dc, but.

Cass deserves more love. so here we are

Important notes: i'm takin chloé away from canon post 'miracle queen' but pre 'throw all possible character development out the window'. i'm also letting her have her dang character redemption arc because goddamn it she was 13 at the start of the show. she isn't evil; she's young, sheltered, and struggling with a lot of parental issues. i don't know shit about anything past, like... the season of chat blanc, and nor do i care to know! canon's a washed out blueprint, but in the end it's just a piece of paper i'm gonna doodle all over anyway so may as well make it my own

as for Cass (and any other dc character imma poke at); i'm doin my best, but i'm very new to dc and its timelines are messes anyway. so im basically taking the webtoon batman: wayne family adventures as canon (for characterizations and interpersonal relationships) and giving it the mlb treatment because It's My Story And I Can Do What I Want, Mom

Have a problem with all that? Write your own fic! Then you can decide what interpretations of these characters you use! (And i get to consume more for this idea-)

For example! A great prompt (in my head) would be to take post-canon chloé (her working with hawkmoth and all), have her move to gotham for school/to get away from paris/whatever, and let her try to have her redemption arc there of all places. (Or that's just where she went because she's in a downward spiral and thinks along the lines of 'well, if im already evil might as well go to the crime capital of the world, right?) Or! Have cass be in paris! Pre or post joining the batfam; you could have hawkmoth be kickin years after canon starts

We're talkin about chloé goin to gotham today tho. What specifically she's doing is up for the writer to decide- if she's goin the fashion route, if she's starting from scratch, if she's planning on just visiting, whatever. Point is: she's in gotham long enough to have a story

Now, chloé isn't actually evil- no matter what her mental image of herself is. And in this story, she's actively trying to do better; to be a better person. She's still snarky and blunt and has high standards, ofc, but she's trying and she is doing better day by day. She falls back on old habits and defense mechanisms sometimes (especially when facing gotham's rogues, which probably happens fairly often considering who she is and the amount of money in her bank accounts) and she definitely isn't a saint or endlessly kind/patient(/good) like marinette is, but don't actions speak louder than words anyway?

For some people, they do!

Enter: one cassandra cain. Who knows real evil when she sees it. Who can see the struggle and improvement of another person so clearly they may as well have shout it from the rooftops. Who can see the emotions as clearly as she can see gargoyles in gotham, and who had her own sort of redemption arc/gear-shift into being on the other side of the hero/villain debacle

Few people in the world can so clearly see or know another person, and cass is very good at what she does.

So what cass sees isn't a selfish, spoiled, bully. No; she sees the guilt that gnaws away at chloe and shuts her mouth when she's about to really snap at someone (until they push more and she can't stop the words but she can take the full brunt of their anger). Cass can see the hesitation that comes when chloe has the opportunity to do something small but kind (like hold open a door or help someone pick up something) and the brief (but strong) flash of why can't i do better why do i hesitate why is this so hard that comes when chloe just isn't fast enough to go through with it before the chance is over

Cass can see chloe's intent and the constant battle she wages with herself between doing the right thing and falling back into the easy, (comforting, even if it's only for a moment and the pang of regret she has after, she can only shove onto the mountain of her fuck-ups) familiar, knee-jerk actions and reactions and thoughts. And yknow what?

Cass was like that once, too. Because she still brandishes a knife first when she's truly startled. Because her mind still whispers when she's got an opponent down, telling her exactly how easy it'd be to make sure they never get back up. Because change is a process, and cass has seen both ups and downs in both herself, her family, and even some of the rogues and criminals she sees on a semi-regular basis. And it's so much harder when you have to do it alone. And a vigilante's job is to help people, first and foremost. And cass hasn't been able to do that in all the ways she wants to yet

Cass usually doesn't interact with civilians when she doesn't have to. She doesn't speak often and sign isn't as widely taught as it should be. But cass can see chloe's strong-willed, determined nature. And yknow what?

It reminds her a lot of steph. Chloé's a 'they asked for no pickles' friend without someone to stand in front of. Cass doesn't mind pickles, but she'd be more than happy to let someone else stand up for her from time to time. It's a win-win in her book; chloe gets a clearer path to 'goodness', and cass gets practice at helping people! (It doesn't matter that it's outside the mask. It's helping, and she can do it no matter what name she's using)

Chloé can't help but see a younger, meeker marinette in cass at first. Though she's lost in how to be good in most ways, all she has to do to be better here is to treat this shy girl the opposite of how she treated marinette. Not easy- not really- but at least she knows she's on the right track every day this cass doesn't cry or get that same broken expression marinette sometimes got when they were kids

(... she's entirely unprepared for Cass to break a molester's wrist a couple of months later. Maybe cass doesn't need chloe, but cass seems happy to let chloe stay, so she will)

(God help everyone else when chloe and steph finally meet.)

[widderwise]

Prompt: DP x DC or Marvel (Mostly Marvel on this one)

For the record when it comes to DP I can't swear to what is canon/fanon. My DC/Marvel knowledge is better but I can't say which timeline/version is which. They have too many versions of people/events.

So, going with the thought that destroying the Ghost Zone/Infinite Realms would destroy the 'living' dimensions attached to it, it would serve to reason that more than just the "Earth" in that dimension would be at risk. Some fanon speaks of the possibility of 'pruning' dimensions that threaten the Realms sufficiently. Both Marvel and DC have extensive non-Earth people. Given that humans are threatening them, why wouldn't the Ancients turn to older or more powerful people in the 'problem' universe to shut down the upstart humans.

In DC, it could be the Green Lantern Corps. Forget Hal and them, just send someone to OA. It would be in the whole dimensions interest to stop the humans. I don't know GL lore well and I'm sure there are other groups that would come shut Earth down either diplomatically or taking it as an excuse to conquer. That's assuming Spectre himself didn't deal with the GIW and their backers himself. Given what he did to Constantine, he is more than powerful enough.

In a Marvel dimension, it could be the Nova Corps which I know even less lore about but are the closest things to space cops I know of. My original thought actually went to a different authority. Purely on Earth The Ancient One/Stephen Strange/Wong should be all over that kind of problem.

But! Outside of Earth there is a figure who claims to be the protector of the realms of Yggdrasil: (Niflheim, Muspelheim, Asgard, Midgard (EARTH!), Jotunheim, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Svartalfheim, Helheim)... ODIN!

Space cops are one thing, but Asguard is living mythology so the Realms, maybe a representative from Valhalla, sending a message (maybe a delegation of Ancients? Pandora, Clockwork, Vortex, Nocturne, Undergrowth, etc) to Odin that Earth is making trouble and it's his job to fix it? It lose lose for him if he doesn't. One, end of life for everyone there and two if he lets others investigate they might dig up his dirty little secret in Helheim (his 'dead' daugher Hela).

He is less than shocked of human stupidity and decides to send Thor to 'negotiate' and fix the problem. Timeline wise I'd say after Avengers but before Thor: Dark World. So Loki is currently imprisoned. Odin and Frigga think this will be an excellent chance for Thor to prove his ability to rule Asgard. The preferred method would be diplomatic, but Thor is expect to deal with the humans threatening the universe one way or the bloody way. Just in case, maybe Frigga has Loki ready to step in and actually be diplomatic.

So, Thor shows up back on Earth not to be a hero but to take on part (even if a very small part) of the US government. He announces his intentions loudly, maybe it gets overheard and his words (maybe not the smoothest ones) spread around.

Danny Phantom (ghost prince/king?) and his fraid (I know it's fanon, but I love it) get put in protective custody (likely with the Avengers) whether they like it or not. The Ancient actually stepping up and treating the kids like kids (horrors- Danny hates it-mostly) Tracking down Dani is harder, she probably gets in trouble with someone (GIW, Shieldra, etc). I feel like bad/especially dense Fenton parents might be prime pickings for Hydra.

I see a comedy of errors on Thor's part. Some angst from the ghosts being harmed by the GIW. A massive migraine from Tony Stark who is trying to be actually diplomatic, not piss off his own government, and deal with a small mid-western town that has an information lock down his tech hadn't detected before. (The whole of Amity disappeared for a bit) I see Steve taking Thor's declaration badly and not believing that 'ghosts' can destroy everyone. Shield/Hydra wants ecto-tech and has no issue 'detaining' ghosts.

I think I'll write at least the scene where Thor arrives back on Earth.

Other less fleshed out thoughts:

-Hela is totally at least part dead. Is she a halfa too? Hela mentors Danny eventually? O.O Maybe Danny decides he doesn't want to be KIng. Queen of Ghosts Hela. Maybe a less crazy Hela because she had ghosts to chill with all this time? Either way, Odin is in trouble now.

[olderthannetfic]

Been thinking about daring to try to get into vidding (but I have zero knowledge about video editing lol) and wondered if there are ship manifestos that are in fanvid-form, so to say. Am shocked that there are only six on AO3. Though I guess it may have to do with videos being taken down because of copyright stuff?

(One of them was by you by the way if I'm not mistaken, ha! And now I want to watch Veritas: The Quest. Your video got me interested.^^)

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Haha. I was going to say!

Veritas is a fun dumb time. It makes me sad that they never released properly. (And yes, my love of baaaaaad "archaeology" canons full of magical woo and tomb raiding goes way back. Also my love of fake death and fake betrayal plots.)

AO3 is only moderately popular for fanvids, and mostly in a very specific community of people who send vids to the small-scale fancons—the sorts of people who founded OTW and who were vidding on Livejournal. (It won't be because of takedowns. The AO3 work would still be there, just with a dead embed.) That lack of popularity overall is part of why you don't see so many video manifestos, but I think it's more a terminology thing:

I think it's rare for vidders to call their vids "manifestos". I don't think of that one video as a vid that is a manifesto: I think of it as a vid I made to include in a manifesto. Instead, we tend to call them "pimp vids", but you don't tag with that because it's presumptuous. It's something you say retroactively about other people's vids or that you tell a vid beta you're aiming for. You don't get to decide if your vid successfully pimps people in any more than you get a say in whether you go viral, you know?

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There's a weekly vidders' zoom run by DC Slash (one of the tiny slash cons), and we just had a week where we brought in vids that got us into fandoms. A lot of other people's were ancient, blurry VCR transfers because they've been at this a lot longer than I have, but I can show you some of the vids that have gotten me into fandoms:

Killa's Haven vid Soldier annoyed me so much. What is that one brief flash of a scene? Did that dude die? It's not that sad a vid though? What the hell? So I had to watch just to find out. (Yes, he died. But he got better. Because Haven.)

The fact that I know and like Killa didn't hurt, but it's not like I loved the vid itself: a lot of it was my sheer annoyance at that one shot.

Of course, then, I made my own Haven vid, Captain Kidd, that was supposed to be an angry deep dive into show lore and how the other sanctimonious, fake-moral but actually pretty useless characters were treating my blorbo. (This is a theme with me, it appears.) It was not even 1% supposed to be a pimp vid...

To date, this is by far my most successful pimp vid, luring a whole bunch of people into the show just in time for it to massively jump the shark. (Damn it.) I've never even seen the ending.

More recently, akiv's Beyond Evil vid I'm a Ruler made me fall hard for Beyond Evil. Imagine my shock when what looked like a relatively normal buddy cop series starts with one of them secretly investigating the other as a serial killer. It was so much more intense and fucked up than I realized! Yessss.

After bouncing hard off of DMBJ, it was this Youtube vid Hei Ye falling for the Thorny Flower that got me intrigued again. The tone is so obvious and the dynamic is so clear, which really helped me get interested in a franchise that's often pretty hard to follow plot-wise.

I admit I never actually watched canon, but this Mr. Queen vid by Mozzaphne made me go look up a plot summary so I could read all of the fic. Lots of youtube vidders overuse show dialogue and mix it horribly over songs, but this one was really well done and adds a lot to your understanding of the character dynamics.

I don't think my foray into Detroit: Become Human was entirely because of a single vid, but Figure 8 by Dirty Mind Gene definitely helped. I knew it was a video game with robots. Nobody fucking told me it was a Caves of Steel ripoff with a jaded cop getting his mojo back via getting to know his robot partner.

I of course then went and made one with all of the zillions of deaths in the game because I love that shit. This apparently also got at least one person into the fandom.

Another vid a different person mentioned pimping them into a fandom was Lola's Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty vid ME!

It's a fabulous vid, and it's a fantastic illustration of how the central (canon) ship is supposed to read. Sadly, my personal opinion of the show is that Tang Fan is a perpetual victim and piece of shit who puts his own shallow grasp of morality and his personal feelings over the greater good, often getting characters killed unnecessarily. (I hear this is largely due to some questionable adaptation choices where they swapped who's the hothead and who's the one cleaning up messes.)

I've noticed that fluffy bunnies who watch the show tend to think Tang Fan is ~nice~ because he spouts modern morality instead of a selfish little bitch because he refuses to face the reality of the setting he's in and find the best real world solution instead of holding out for an ideal he'll never attain and thus making everything ten times worse. It reminds me forcibly of tumblr wank where people see themselves as these great moral leaders but lack all grasp of nuance. Their sensitivity extends only to their own feelings.

Yes, Sleuth left me with a lot of rage...

How dare the writing pretend like Tang Fan is the moral arbiter of anything, when my own personal fave, whom half the cast thinks is a villain, is constantly cleaning up after him, trying to keep the body count low, trying to maintain order as everybody else flies out of control...

And then the show made it all better by tormenting Tang Fan in the iddiest way possible. Ohohoho. It's not just that he gets his face rubbed in his own inadequacy and inability to save people. It's the ridiculously over-the-top flashback to "You're my only friend" right in the middle of the death scene. Way to twist the knife!

I, of course, have made my own vid for this fandom, Tiny, Pretty & Angry, and it is absolutely a manifesto, just not a ship one. It's a manifesto about how Wang Zhi is not only the most competent, but also the actual moral center of everything and fuck all of y'all if you don't agree.

In fact, there's probably another reason we don't call them manifestos:

In the oldschool Media Fandom vidding traditions, most vids are video essays and manifestos, really. That's a lot of the point of the aesthetic: making an argument. Partly due to technological limitations and partly due to vidding being innovated by slashers who were constantly challenged about their ships, the pretty visual spectacle styles so common in AMVs and currently on Youtube were largely absent. Meta argument was everything. That's the default.

Here's another one of mine that's pretty explicitly a fuck you to how most people in Untamed fandom see Wen Ning.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Cool answers!

1: what “earth” is your universe in? Like new earth (pre-flashpoint) new 52 earth (post flashpoint), rebirth etc…

2: speaking of flashpoint, due to the flash creating it, (based in my knowledge) almost everybody’s personality & team has changed, how would the duo’s personality & squad mates change?

3: do you know in-universe there are comics & shows & stuff inside the dc universe with like fake names, what would be the in-universe names for them? Like in one of the teen titans books with the young justice group, there was a flashback of Superman having the name of dirk dirkman (last time I checked)

4: what’s the duos first experience with bullying?

5: in both titans of tomorrow & starknights, who’s the strongest, weakest, & the person with the “plans?” (The Batman person)

6: whose more likely to shake the booty while dancing? XD

@pin-crusher2000

Why Thank You very much. Here, have some more XD

1) Basically I would describe my universe here as a Blend of Pre Flashpoint Prime Earth, Rebirth, tiny dashes of Infinite Frontier/Dawn of DC, all with a nice hefty input of both the Teen Titans Animated Series Canon and DCAU/Timmverse.

If it were to have a designation in the Multiverse, I would have it be Earth-4080

2) In the event of this Earth going through a Flashpoint style reboot…very little would change in terms of Chris and Jake’s personalities, tastes and closeness as friends. That said what would change is Chris’ arrival to Earth and in particular the timing of it. Instead of arriving at six years old and growing up under the care of the Kents, developing a bond with the younger Jon as brothers in that time, he can instead arrive at the age of 12, having lived under Zod’s custody for longer (maybe suffering a but more by his hands…sorry Chris) and instead of Clark by himself who lands him safely in Metropolis, the latter would be accompanied by Grayson-And’r family in the heart of Bludhaven instead.

They barely have enough time to allow Chris into Lois and Clark’s care and for him to officially meet Jake before then the rift in the Phantom Zone truly tears up, allowing Zod and his armies to invade Earth. From here, similarly Zod is defeated and sent back to the Zone and after also trying to run away out of fear of rejection and feeling at fault for this invasion for the month, Chris does realize he’s accepted by these people he’d just met with Clark finally filling out the adoption forms to accept Chris into his household.

Similarly, The first ever time Chris and Jake team up would be altered as well; Jake gets captured in his civilian identity by the Court of Owls who’d have some ex Cadmus scientists in their employ to start creating clones of him, breeding a small army of Tamaranean Talons they hope to control to further their agendas while Talonizing Jake in the process. Chris is the one to help discover what happened to his friend in the midst of the investigations. As he leads both the Grayson family and Jon to the Owl’s location, while they’re too late to stop them from extracting samples (I.e. Blood, sweat, tears and saliva samples) from Jake for their cloning process, they are successfully able to stop them from forcibly injecting him with Electrum and brainwashing him. It’s not an easy fight though as the older Talons are summoned to stop them, some with Kryptonite blades to match the Kryptonians. In the middle of the battle, Jake finds himself back to back with Chris as they’re cornered by Talons, desperately trying to fend them off. There, they can see Mar’i and Jon pinned down by bigger sized Talons with their blades right on their throats, poised to strike the final blow. Their sibling instincts kicking into full overdrive, the two steam roll and plow their way through the undead assassins, saving their sister and brother respectively and turning the tide of the battle thanks to their powers and skills either combing for dual moves or pulling each other out of tight spots and taking down Talons one by one. Eventually, the Kent brothers and the Graysons knockout the last Talon cold, making the Owls flee and their base now deserted. Cue an emotional hug from Jake to his family in light of this terrifying experience, more thankful his family are okay than himself.

After that particular misadventure the next time they meet up, Chris and Jake realize the potential they have when working together, Jake also being incredibly thankful for Chris being the one to find him first in his rescue. From their their friendship grows and they decide on being a regular team with each other

Hence here, the rebooted version of the Starburst Duo was born.

I’m Officially now dubbing this rebooted version of my canon Earth-8403 cause why the heck not lol

3) Had the Duo gotten an adaptation of their adventures in universe for an animated Saturday morning show or whichever, They were probably would be called The Twilight Warriors, starring GhostBeak and CloudParrot. Chris and Jake themselves aren’t exactly too fond of those names for their adapted counterparts BUT since the writers ask them for advice and consulting for their adventures they can utilize for episodes, it’s very appreciated by them.

4) Chris pretty much witnesses his first tastes of bullying upon first enrolling as a new ‘transfer student’ to Jon’s school, at first looked upon with suspicion and weary looks from some of the other boys in his second grade class due to his then stilted English and his tendency to keep his distance from everybody except his adoptive brother Jon

As for Jake, the bullying was mainly brought up when first ever attending Bludhaven Academy for First Grade. Mainly it was through proxy as the real target of the bullies back then was his big sister because of her more obvious Tamaranean features. Over time though as Jake begin to bring over lunches with a Tamaranean flare to them as well as sometimes mumble his Romanes Chib and Tamaranean when tired, he too started getting unwanted attention from everyone for his heritage. Though it can be both of the Graysons really first started getting bullying on them when first going into first grade if anything because of their Dad Dick being circus folk and given Bludhaven and Gotham’s history with clowns, they made for easy targets for said bullies.

5) In terms of power level and physical strength, it’s a tie between Chris and Robbie for the strongest while solely Lian is the weakest if only because of her being the sole purebred human. As for their master planners that draw out both Teams’ contingency plans, Mar’i and Jake equally share that role as they’ve been taught by Bruce well. Though he does allow them to share their plans with their friends since Bruce knows the consequences of keeping said plans in complete secrecy against his own friends and he doesn’t want his grandkids going through the same

6) Apologies my friend but Chris and Jake are not doing any of that whatsoever as kids. Both of them might cancel each other’s brain cells when next to each other but they both know much better that any booty shaking is something mainly grown ups do which is a dance meant for them when they get naughty. They’re clean like that. Again my apologies

[keyndom]

KEYNDOM⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR PRINCESS IRULAN CORRINO FROM THE DUNE FRANCHISE. BASED ON THE MOVIEVERSE WITH INFLUENCES FROM BOOKS AND MAINLY HEADCANON BASED. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

an exploration of: prophecy girl, history remember the victors, glorified firstborn daughter, knowledge is power, marriage of convenience, the princess becomes an empress, the negociator, the writer.

PROMO.

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07.ㅤ| ㅤㅤshippingㅤ : ㅤ shipping is wonderful and it's one of my favorite things in the world. irulan is canonically going to marry paul as part of the new pact and become empress. i would love to explore their marriage and dynamic but i will not push this, but i believe the movies are going on an interesting note for them. for crossover shisp, all of them all welcome.

08.ㅤ| ㅤㅤDNIㅤ : ㅤ due to personal reasons, i won't be roleplaying with characters from the following fandoms. DC'S STARGIRL, PEACEMAKER, MUSES FROM THE BATMAN (2022) AND HORROR MUSES BASED (SELECTIVE), WRESTLING FACECLAIMS. unless we are friends. on my other non ck related muses i don't mind but i have had some bad experiences in the past [personal DNI can be given in privacy, however no name drops will be given here as none of the people are bad and DNI worthy, just uncomfortable].

09.ㅤ| ㅤㅤetiquetteㅤ : ㅤ don't godmod my muse. small things are welcomed. irulan is a bene gesserit of hidden rank with a few of their abilities trained. she is however, very much human but if your muse wants to hurt her psychically, you need to let me know i just want to be given a heads up if you will ever do a thing to hurt them. i assure you, i will not mind if plotted. [as well, don't assume ships with me unless we are friends].

10.ㅤ| changes: ㅤhere are a few of the changes regarding my irulan as i follow her from the movies and what could be, knowing of a few changes they did to the books.

chani leaving at the end instead of bowing down leaves open for exploration of irulan and paul's relationship, as a political alliance and as a marriage. even odd parallels between leto and jessica.

irulan is trained by the bene gesserit, however, she is told she is weak due to her individuality and not following most of the rules that are set for her.

i believe irulan is fascinated by paul atreides, aware that his mother went against rules to birth a boy when only girls are in the order.

she is a writer and scribe and transcribe stories from one language to another and speaks plenty of them.

regardless of paul, irulan always knew she was meant to be empress.

[starwalker03]

I realized WMLP Dick’s position in that army unit is similar to his early experience with the team. He’s the youngest has a lot of experience and skills his squad mates don’t, among peers for the first time in a while, hiding his true identity, gets pushed out of his comfort zone by the people he was with. Expect this time is was true war. And he came away without bonding with his team and looking down on them. Would this experience effect how he views his memories of The Team?

Huh. Actually that's a good point.

It would definitely make him remember how unprepared they were for That Whole Situation, just thrown into missions having never worked together except for the Cadmus mission which ended with an exploded building like. Bruh. I know they weren't giving the league many options but also what the fUCK guys y'all just sent them off on their merry way like that. The fact they didn't die in episode three is a miracle.

But then also he's so aware of the difference between working with people who are fighting because they're genuinely good people with a desire to help others, as opposed to... Well. People who wanna shoot guns, had no other options, want the military to pay off their degree, et cetera et cetera so on so forth. Like this team is so different to his old one it's almost distracting. It's almost problematic. It's almost enough to snap Dick out of the constant unrelenting need to do as he's told and question Slade because 'uh hey yeah what the fUCK is up with these people'

Dick has to force a level of indifference between himself and his new team because if he doesn't he can't focus on the task at hand. He can't help but think about the fact that these people should not be running around armed with thousands of lives in their hands.

It doesn't help that they're all unaware of half of the shit that goes down in the world. Even Dick's superiors have only the smallest understandings of figures like Count Vertigo and Gorilla Grod and none of them have any idea who Vandal Savage is. Queen Bee? Uh you mean the dictator of that small kick of desert in the middle east?

(CW for conversations about the "war on terror" ahead)

Oh my god. I didn't even consider that if Bialya and Qurac are middle eastern countries they're surprisingly close by during the wars of the early 2000s. Like I've hand waved and said 'yeah going off timeline Dick probably got sent around the middle east' but completely failed to realise he might have even been in Bialya or Qurac for missions.

I wonder how those countries engaged with wars in the area in lore. It's apparently north of Saudi Arabia and Iran in wider DC lore? But YJ isn't specific?

Here's a Reddit thread I found where people start getting into nitty gritty details:

Essentially they're depi ting Bialya and Qurac as west and east Iran, respectively. And also offering theories as to how those countries could have come to be.

If I continue to use Australia as the example (which I suppose I should cause I've essentially canonized it in the fic at this point), Australia was only particularly involved with Afghanistan and Yemen I believe, but I don't have an encyclopedic knowledge.

Bialya and Qurac could, possibly, border operations in Afghanistan. Young justice lore states that Bialya is a part of the UN and therefore may not be particularly open to military operations but very well could have housed a few bases on the borders.

Jesus. Getting this into the lore of YJ feels so strange and I'm honestly not sure if it's inappropriate or not. I could believe Queen Bee being involved with the war on terror, whether it's a part of Savage's plans or not, just because she enjoys conflict. Moreover it helps with the anti-Quraci thing she has going. From what I can tell of the show, Qurac seems to be a majority Islamic country? So I could see her manipulating the image of things to benefit her attempts to take back Qurac.

Well this spiralled. Uh I might end this answer here actually.

[tumbling-darkling]

Some Danny Phantom/DC crossover thoughts

So I love these kinds of crossovers, and they vary just because of the different kind of series and canons that exist. And I have very basic knowledge regarding a lot of DC related topics and characters but we all know Batman and usually that’s enough. There’s good Justice League intervening and finding a small ghost child somehow keeping godly creatures of chaos in order with a mere glare, there’s teen titans and Danny interactions, there’s a lot of Danny’s friends and family dying and him getting adopted into these groups, basically you can find so much content.

One of my FAVOURITE concepts is the whole ‘Danny is Batman’s son’, which my favourite execution of it is The Phantom and the Knight by savya398 on Archive of our Own! Why is this my favourite? Why not a ‘Danny is Richard Graysons twin/lost brother? Because Dick is a nice dude, maybe getting serious from time to time but generally? He’s a good bro, makes me think of Jazz and Danny’s relationship.

Now Danny as Batman’s son? Well this has many implications. And my favourite is this makes DAMIEN Danny’s brother. Literal demon spawn finds out he has a brother and it’s DANNY. This child of pure chaos would not be impressed at all with this scrawny, c student mess. How dare this sorry excuse of a teen even be considered in being related to him! Or the great Batman!! The pure feral sibling bonds are to die for.

Even better is that this fic DOESN’T kill everyone off. Which I enjoy very greatly!! So yeah, if you like crossovers between Danny Phantom and Justice league where they don’t kill everyone Danny knows off, this is a good fic!! And while I’m at it, I’m gonna recommend some other really great Danny Phantom/DC fics!

The Meddling Jerkwad League by StrawberryCamel

A series that has the Justice League accidentally medaling while Danny and Tucker slowly finds less reasons not to strangle them all. It’s funny and entertaining!

Ghost Kings and Gotham Bats by BlueGhostCardinal

This is a good one. Phantom gets caught up in Gotham stuff, Danny gets mistaken as Damien, Bruce wants to adopt him naturally, everyone thinks he’s a clone or lost twin or something, and while we are at it, there’s a lot of established ghost lore!! King Danny heck yeah!! As well as the classic batfamily banter!

And so it Ghost by Evandarya

This one has Vlad as Danny’s guardian and Danny looks into getting into collage in Gotham! Of course it goes wrong and attracts the attention of the Batfam as they try to figure out what is going on with this kid that knew a little too much about the villain that attacked.

Operation I’m Totally 300 by I_Am_Toast

This one. Is hilarious I love this fic. It’s just Danny trying to convince the young justice league that he’s an old wise ghost based on the recorded appearances he has of himself in the past. We all know Danny just sucks at improv and so shenanigans are ensued.

Dressed for Death by Nohvarrs

Another great one, Danny ends up in John Constantine’s house and then he can’t seem to stop showing up wherever he goes. Danny’s problems only get more annoying when the Justice League tries to find out who he was before his death.

So yeah! Superheroes and Danny Phantom! I’m a big sucker for Danny Phantom crossovers. Especially since this child is ridiculously OP. He’s like an invasive species. He is a basic teen hero in Amity because he faces people and enemies that have very specialized weapons that can affect him. You drop him anywhere else? Almost nothing can touch him and he’s basically One Punch Man. Amazing.

[bigskydreaming]

I’m of the opinion that trying to rank the Batfam by intelligence is dumb as hell because they’re all conceptually the smartest person in the room whenever the plot demands it and put any single one of them in any other group of people and canon defaults to treating them as the smartest one there even when other heroes present have multiple PhDs, so like....source for:

“Tim is obviously the smartest except for Barbara and also Bruce but also Jason is smarter than Dick because he likes to read and let’s all collectively presume that Cass is so obviously the least smart of all of them she never even ranks when talking about the Batfam’s intellects even though this is a girl who became fully socialized within like two years after previously having spent the first fifteen years of her life in varying forms of complete isolation with her education deliberately stunted until she began thriving at literally the FIRST opportunity she got to actually be afforded resources for expanding her mind”.....

So yeah, my official stance is and always will be every single member of the Batfam is a LITERAL genius and when you’re talking intellects of that level its pointless trying to rank them, like, they’re all smart as fuck, who needs them numbered past that point?

So I have no interest in trying to present any of them, whether Dick or anyone else, as SMARTER than the rest, but I do still have plenty of gripes about how often he’s marked for comparison and singled out to be specified as not AS smart as Tim or the others.....when literally the only thing that people ever actually point to - other than Dick’s own self-image and self-assessments - as for why Tim’s obviously so much smarter than Dick is like....Tim figured out Batman and Robin’s identities based on the fact that he saw Robin do a move that he’d previously been situationally aware of Dick Grayson doing. That’s it. That’s like.....the essence of plot convenience. Even WITH Tim’s obvious intelligence, if not for Tim having happened to be at the circus to see Dick Grayson perform that flip....he never would have been able to connect those dots, not because he’s not smart enough to, but because he simply literally wouldn’t have had one of the dots needing connection!

And also like, there’s also the fact that in plenty of Dick’s origin stories Dick is the one who figures out Bruce is Batman himself, Bruce doesn’t actually tell him....so.....why does that never come up as proof of Dick’s intelligence, y’know? Fair is fair, right?

But anyway, Dick Grayson speaks tons of languages, has hacked freaking alien spaceships, has also been called Detective by Ra’s al Ghul’s manipulative ass for whatever that’s worth but just as significantly if not more imo, is regularly shown BEING a great detective, in his solo titles, in Titans, on the Outsiders, as Batman....he picks up new skills like trying out a new hobby and had the equivalent of multiple college degrees while he was still Robin in terms of applicable know-how and understanding of science, criminology, history, politics and multiple other fields of interest. 

He’s tech savvy, creates most of his own gear and even machinery, and this really can’t be underscored enough but seems waaaaay too often glossed over - he’s considered one of the preeminent tacticians in the entire DC universe, that’s like....not a small thing. That IS intelligence! That’s like the very essence of it, not just knowing things, but applying things, figuring out the most optimal ways to piece disparate bits of knowledge and information together in actionable ways to achieve desired end results. Stop sleeping on Dick’s tactical brilliance, guys!

And again, NONE of this is intended to try and elevate him PAST any of the other Bat characters, as you’ll notice nowhere am I making any claims that he alone can be described in these ways.....I’m not saying these things are limited or unique to just him, I’m just saying....they very much describe him. So.....stop acting like they don’t, y’know? Don’t be a Tom Taylor! Be better than Tommy T! I believe in you guys!

Just.....I don’t think many people realize that they’re not actually saying what they think they’re saying when they stress how much smarter Tim is than Dick, for example, because like.....that’s not a proven quantity, and so it just comes across as like, needing to erase large aspects of Dick’s character just to prop up a personal fave and that’s the sort of thing that births the sort of negativity a lot of people remark on. 

(And it also carries a loooooot of not great implications if you factor in things like their respective origins, marginalizations, classism, etc - like, I can not stress how eyebrow-raising it is in the WORST possible ways that like, people make SUCH a big deal about Dick dropping out of college, when nobody ever seems to want to comment on the fact that like....Tim dropped out of high school. If its so obvious that the latter has nothing to do with Tim’s intelligence whatsoever - and it doesn’t, for the record - then you really should take a little more care with how you raise the subject and context of Dick’s dislike for specific educational structures and not weave in implications that this has anything to whatsoever with his actual intelligence or aptitude in skill acquisition - I’m just saying).

[oftincturedwords]

Title: Delicate Operation Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Star Wars : The Bad Batch / Star Wars : The Clone Wars Rating: T+ Chapter Warnings: ¡Spoilers! Blood , Descriptions of Falling , Descriptions of Pain , Descriptions of Injury , Near Drowning Experience , Coughing , etc. Characters: Tech , Mentioned Wrecker , Mentioned Omega Additional Tags: Clone Trooper Tech Lives , Fix-It , Post Canon Fix-it , Physical Hurt , etc. Timeline: Set during Star Wars : The Bad Batch s02e16 ( Plan 99 ) ; on Eriadu after Tech shoots the connexion cable Pairings: Gen. None. Word Count: 4001 Summary: Crosshair had got the message through, he was certain of it. Even though he wasn't able to say the Empire was after the kid still, he had sent the transmission of Plan 88. To go underground. To hide. But they hadn't listened. He should have known they wouldn't have listened to him. Now they all had to live with the consequences. Or, How the rest of the Batch rescue Crosshair and Omega whilst thinking Tech is dead, but he isn't. A/N: Now here's at the beginning of all this mess canon handed us , with Tech falling on Eriadu & nOT DYING !! I have no beta this all mistakes are mine. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to Star War : The Clone Wars & Star Wars : The Bad Batch. Neither am I associated with Lucasfilms , Disney+ , nor any of the actors who portray these characters. I make no money off any of my stories , this is purely for entertainment purposes. Read On : ao3 | under the cut part one

Tech had seconds.

That much was glaringly obvious, for the maths was simple and if this didn't work, then at least he knew exactly how long it would take to hit the ground. There always was a small comfort in knowledge, especially in knowing when precisely he would meet his end. It was always a possibility with how he was created, then with the war, and now with living as mercenaries for hire the last ten months, thus it was never a factor that wasn't present. But the exact way that death would come? That was always an unknown.

There were possibilities that were more likely than the rest. A blaster bolt, for example, had the highest probability, whereas dying via old age hadn't ever been considered by him… That was until they had come to Pabu.

Their few weeks stationed themselves there was the first time Tech had allowed his thoughts to wander towards the future that ended with them all safe and content without need for blasters or combat. Although he wasn't naive enough to believe they would truly settle down without Crosshair, or when Echo was fighting against the Empire with Rex. It had been when the possibilities of seeing any age past his prime rose. The numbers had become notable then rather than negligible.

Which had only added to his innate motivation to not simply go out without fighting against it.

With the echoing notes of Wrecker’s scream when he fell still ringing about his ears, no less muted by the rushing of the wind nor the harshness of each breath he took. The higher pitched cries that had belonged to Omega calling out his name had dissipated about the air at his descent down, through the layers of fog-like clouds and he knew he didn't have much time to act. Despite the depth of this valley, gravity would always prove a victor.

Thus as he flipped over in the air, he reached down to unlatch the accession cable attached to his belt in order to press the release on the hook and remount the base back onto his DC-17 whilst the line retracted. It whipped wildly as it returned, but Tech could see the tops of the trees very near in his peripheral now so he didn't let up.

Attempting instead to turn against the currents pressing up on his and racing past, to have his front facing the drop rather than his back or feet first. Working to spread his legs outwards along with his arms in a small effort to widened his surface area and slow his drop without hampering the lines’ return, it lashed against the plastoid of his reebrace when it wildly caught in an updraft before the recoiling system dragged it away as it kept winding it back up.

Level now with the very tips of the tall pines that lined the mountainous valley Tech twisted about in that very moment to fire off the cable the moment it gave the subtle jolt within his hand signifying the line was finally set and ready. Usually an audible click accompanied the small movement, but it was lost to the fierce whooshing of the wind.

Aiming took hardly a fraction of a moment, nearing the upper branches of the trees directly below him provided plenty of targets and he fired.

The line caught, sticking fast on the trunk of the nearest pine just above a bough and he fell for only a microsecond more before it snapped taut with such a swiftness that Tech was certain he knew now what a whip must feel like when it's cracked.

He felt the abrupt halt to his descent, then the immediately reversed his downward motion to yank him bodily towards the side. His muscles strained right along with every ligament and tendon within his lithe frame at the suddenness of the change as they were pulled against with a viving force than the one he had been pullmetted towards the rocky ground with.

A grunt involuntarily left his lips as he grappled with the tethering line, his gloves being vehemently bitten into despite their reinforced quality and he could feel the pressure against the flesh beneath. Far less protected by callouses than they should have given his profession, but all clones were used to wearing gloves when doing most activities thus they afforded more protection than if he were barehanded.

Yet steadfast his grip remained upon his decee that connected him to the ascension line, or so he had strove to keep ahold of it, but his trajectory had now slung him through the clusters of needles that grew from the thin branches of the emergent layer of trees. The pine needles lashed against his armour and in every in-between of the plastoid pieces, thankfully the fabric of his modified blacks protected him from any true harm they could inflict. Although, he felt the beginnings of the stings of it due to the repeated hits, it was negligible.

And it was nothing compared to when the middle of the line caught fast on a branch above him and wrenched him towards the left, directly into the thick of the forest rather than the screed ravine that split through the expanse of greenery he had been falling towards.

Feeling his eyes widened against his will, Tech had only a split second to brace himself before he impacted the dense layer of the lower canopy and upper midstory. He had split second to hope his decision to hang onto the line rather than let go and attempt to catch his fall on a random branch would prove more beneficial, but he figured that his chances were near the same no matter his next choice.

As usual, Tech hadn't been wrong, for he only managed to keep his grip on his blaster through the first impact of his left leg to a branch then another glancing off his right hip before the next branch tangled the line to spanner it from his hands and send him falling chest first into the bough in front of him.

Audibly he heard the alloy of his cuirass crack against the unforgiving wood as the collision knocked the breath from his lungs, eliciting a choked noise from the back of his throat even as his arms sought to grasp onto the thin twig-like branches that sprouted from the main limb, but it was futile.

His armour scraped against the rough bark, it tugged at the fibres of his gloves, yet it did little to assist him in keeping ahold of it. For so violently deprived of oxygen his muscles suddenly were as he fought to draw a full breath combined with the pain of slicing through his midsection had him slipping from his precarious perch. And down he was falling again.

With no line to tether him, nor any secondary ascension cable to attach to his remaining DC-17, there was even less he could do for himself than before.

Crashing down through several more sprigs and branches, Tech scrabbled to find a handhold to halt his descent. Feeling each crash batter against his frame, the solidness of the pinewood yielded none to the plastoid of his armour. Repeated strikes weakened it ever still, and he felt more than one portion of it crack through completely whilst the material of his gloves ripped through to bloody his fingertips in his attempts to grasp onto the branches. Needles and chipped bark fell in clumps with him.

At the mercy of gravity, no matter how much he attempted to latch onto and cling to the branches that he fell against and past, he was falling too quickly. Every modicum of a grip or chance he received was torn from his grasp.

And any further effort ended when he felt his helmet strike against one, hitting it with enough force to cloud his vision at a wave of dizziness. The underside of his bucket must have caught on the twiggy offshoots of the branches because he felt it sharply tugged partway up his face, obscuring his whirlwinded view all the more.

Darkening it completely when the catch jolted his head forwards, pulling at the muscles of his neck and smacking his now only partially protected head into something solid that rammed his forehead into the lower portion of helmet with a distinct splitting crunch. The last thing he felt was a warm wetness sluice down his face before all else was swallowed up into nothingness.

— & .. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴅ ʙᴀᴛᴄʜ .. & —

Awakening without being able to draw breath, coughing and choking upon an influx of liquid had Tech panicking for the briefest of moments. Instinctively he flung his arms outwards as his eyes flew open, only to be greeted by the blurry blue-green hued darkness of being underwater and that at least had his mind settling even as his lungs ached for air and the urge to cough nearly had him opening his mouth to do just that.

Immediately he moved his arms in motion to swim, heedless of the sharp aching he felt in his limbs and the rest of his frame, pushing against the flowing water in an attempt to reach the surface before reflexive instinct to breath won out over his strength of will. There was no bottom he could feel when he kicked out with his legs, having to clench his jaw tight against the pain that flared at the action, but there was a pulling current to the water which he distantly categorised as a river judging by its depth and power behind the tide.

At the mercy of the river’s current, he felt himself dragged further down despite his endeavours to kick and swim his way above the water. But in this it offered him a reprieve, for he felt his boots hit something solid and he shoved off of it instantly, worried the flow would pull him away before he could utilise this stroke of luck. Whether it had been a boulder or the bottom of the riverbed, Tech wasn't certain but it was enough to allow him the leverage against the undertow to break the surface.

He came up coughing, every fibre of his chest afire from the lack of oxygen and from the water he had inhaled earlier when he had awoken underwater. Striving to keep his head up in spite of being wracked with hacking coughs and the urge to heave at the back of his throat, his sole focus at present was consumed with clearing his lungs and staying above the waterline.

However, he knew he could simply float downstream for long, the risk of another undercurrent dragging him under or his endurance failing before he could reach shore was too great. Drowning was still a possibility if he didn't act fast, already Tech could feel the weakness of his limbs from the injuries he sustained in the fall as well as the exertion of swimming beginning to fatigue his abused muscles.

Struggling not to give into another coughing spell, Tech tried to keep each breath shallow yet even to ensure he didn't trigger the itch at the back of his throat anymore, but was thwarted by a dip in the river. It plunged him underwater again before he could take a breath in, submerging him entirely for a handful of moments then spitting him above the water once more as the current shifted abruptly around the large rocks beneath its surface.

Tech sputtered, gasping and coughing in equal measure to clear his throat and sinuses. Succeeding in calming his diaphragms attempts to wring his lungs of every ounce of moisture he had inhaled long enough to draw a breath, then another, only to have the air punched from his chest when the torrent slammed him back first into a rock that protruded up from below.

The swift current having swelled to a frothing white, not rapids quite yet but relentless in their speed and influence. Nearly falling beneath the surface again, Tech reflexively flung out his arms in an attempt to keep afloat as he was whirled sideways by the pressing force of water. His breath wheezed, every inhale and exhale was faint, grating against his inflamed throat up from his battered torso.

Unable to dispel with the urge to cough, near involuntary it had become by the amount of water he inadvertently aspirated, the paroxysm wracked through his frame to expel the water from within. Near heaving at this point since ensuring his mouth and make didn't sink below the water was impossible, no matter how much he worked to swim against the current.

There was no lull afforded to him though as his legs struck a rock hidden just underneath the aerated roiling of the water, spinning him boldly around to face upstream then sending him back about when his shoulder collided with another rock. Under he went again, snatched from the surface by a riptide and held beneath for the longest spell.

No matter how much he fought against it, swimming at an angle with every ounce of energy and strength he held, it didn't release its grip upon him. Not until he felt himself slammed into a cluster of rocks that sprouted up from the water higher than the rest. The pressure from the current held him in place, cradled with the cleft between them. Pinned between the force of the water and the reintence of the stone, held suspended in a breathless darkness before the equally obstinate water of the river shoved him onwards downstream.

Meeting a ruffling of the waters, one where the craggy riverbottom, diffused with more rocks and boulders rather than any shale or sediment, agitated the singular direction of the river’s flow and he was able to break through the surface once again. More so pushed towards it in a swirling rush of eddied water.

Ragged was the gasp Tech gave, reflexive and desperate it was. Followed by a series of harsh coughs in between sporadic gulps of air that he forced to shorten due to it triggering more coughing. Deliberate and measured, he kept count in his head whilst he aimed to reorientate himself.

Near blind from the water streaming into his eyes from his wet hair and that splashed over his face from the rapidness and sheer fierceness that the river splashed up from the spatterings of rocks that dotted through its expanse, even though the it had widened here thus slowed its main current, it was still fast moving and roiled due to the erracticly set rocks beneath the surface, aided by the downwards slope it travelled.

Tech blinked several times against the blurriness in hopes to help clear his eyesight and risked reaching a hand up to brush against the lenses of his goggles, but before he could complete the action it registered that his goggles weren't over his eyes as they usually were.

The normal yellow hue his world normally held due to their tinting was entirely absent as was the corrective nature of the lenses within, which would account for the majority of the fuzziness to his sight.

Either they had been lost when he had fallen through the trees or had been swept away by the river along with the protection of his helmet, he didn't know which, but dwelling on their loss wouldn't help him any now. Even if it meant inconvenience and trouble in the future.

And he hadn't a moment more to think of it, for he could see the churning white colour downstream telling of more rapids swiftly approaching and with that likely more undercurrents and rocks along the way. Tech knew he wasn't likely to survive another bout against them. He had to act now.

Angling himself to swim diagonally through the river’s decreased flow towards the bank nearest him. He worked to slice through the tugging pull of the current rather than fighting against it or allowing it to hold true sway over his direction, kicking his feet hard and paddling his arms.

Fighting through the tiredness that weighed down his limbs and the heaviness that tugged at every breath he drew, measured and sparse, he focussed upon the shoreline rather than the fast approaching white foam that curled around the water-worn boulders jutting out from the rushing water. The blurriness of his eyesight wasn't gradient enough to disguise the danger that lay a mere twenty paces downstream, and again he was plainly aware that he had less than a quarter of a minute to swim far enough to reach the bank.

Or what could be called a bank that was entirely composed of rock, far behind him was the reedy and grass coated shore he had caught glimpse of before being swept further downstream. Now, he had no choice but to reach the visibly drench stone of the river’s edge and hope there would be handholds enough for him to haul himself up out of the water.

Breath catching within his chest, Tech couldn't withhold the cough that sprang forth at the twinge there and he spat away the wetness he felt come up as his lungs still retaliated against the excess moisture he had inhaled. Yet the motion had his legs dropping down in the water in an attempt to keep his head held above the surface, to which he felt the toes of his boots skid against the unyielding yet slippy texture of a sunken rock.

Stretching down and swimming against the current for a spell, Tech attempted to plant his boots solidly onto it and push off of it to propel him towards the shore. Ignoring the lancing of pain that shot up his left leg, from foot to thigh, he struck out a hand over hand towards the river smoothed stone that was the riverbank.

Managing to swim close enough with the tide’s help now to nearly crash into it, but Tech reached out a hand to grip at a deviot in the rockface by his fingers. Straining the appendages, he looked about with a squinted gaze in search of a proper way up whilst he dropped his legs downwards in hopes to feel any sort of riverbed or other rocks beneath him to jump up off. But his feet kicked at only water.

With little choice left, Tech reached up towards the backwards slope of the rock he clung to, feeling with the fingers of his other hand the way it dipped downwards and allowed him to precariously grip the curved edge of it. Wet and eroded by the river waters to a smoothness that even moss and algae didn't grow on it, made for a better yet worse hand grip. Nearly rounded out by the persistent current that pressed against it, there weren't any more lips nor divets Tech could use to climb up.

Physically feeling his strength wane the longer he remained, compounded by the various uncategorised injuries that littered his frame and the fight he was still having with the river’s pull, Tech tensed in preparation to haul himself up. Gritting just teeth against both the ignition of pain along his upper back and the strain of levering his own body weight plus that of his waterlogged armour and gear up the rockface, he felt his muscles of his arms and torso tremble. His breath held captive within his chest, unavoidable given coughing at present would certainly send him back into the drink rather than help.

Managing to drag himself upwards enough so that the bottom of his cuirass was past the rock’s arched edge, Tech leant forwards to rest his plackart against the stone whilst he risked shifting his left hand’s grip to reach forwards and latch onto the exposed and gnarled roots of a nearby tree that brimmed the shoreline. Despite their weathered state, they weren't dry nor dead, still attached firmly to the main snarl of roots that stretched across the shale surface to dive deep into the earth beyond the rocks.

He entangled his fingers amongst the spindly rootlets, using them as an anchor to pull himself further up over the edge of the bank. Flinging his other hand out to snatch onto a thicker portion of the roots, then lifting a leg up from where they still dangled in the water to draw his knee up onto the top of the stone, bracing it there just when the scraggy roots his left hand held gave away.

The motion jerked his frame, his other leg still over the side and trailing in the river, Tech scrambled to renew his handhold of the roots on that side before he upended his balance all together and fell back into the water. His hand only grasped damp soil and another array of weedy roots that loosened under his weight.

Muscles straining to keep the grip he did have with his right hand whilst his polyen audibly skirted against the finitely porous grain of the rock underneath him as he slipped a fraction, Tech wound his hand in the thin knot of exposed radicles. When they didn't give away under the tension, he pulled on them in tandem with his other hand to lever himself more so up. Able to bring his other knee out of the water entirely and up onto the top of the rock.

Not releasing his hold on the roots until he had crawled forwards enough to move his legs away from dangling over the edge, not willing to risk remaining so close to the river now that he was free from it.

Releasing his white-knuckled grip on the roots, Tech collapsed forwards onto his elbows. Dirt adhered to his hands, sticking to every bend and faint crevice of the natural lines in his flesh, mingling with the red pressed indents from how very hard he had clutched at the tree’s roots. Scratches along his hands, gloves ripped and torn open, from his previous fall bled afresh now that there was no water to wash it away.

Drawing in a ragged breath, heavy and deep his gasp was. The action ended up spasming in his chest. Abused flesh and the bone beneath, insides irritated further by the water he had inhaled, had him coughing anew. Hacking and violent, to the point he was left dry retching in between expulsions of air and whatever moisture may have been left in his lungs.

Near faint by the time the paroxysms began to taper off, breathless and utterly spent, Tech slumped forwards to rest his head against the damp earth between his forearms. Vaguely aware of the sting it elicited across his forehead, more so occupied with striving to keep breaths even and resisting the urge to draw in as much air as possible lest he hyperventilate.

Yet every breath, hitched and wheezed though they were abrapted against his throat, each inhale and exhale involuntarily taken by sharply aching and beaten lungs. Another coughing fit was threatened at the edges of every inhale, which he hoped to stave off until he less winded.

A fleeting thought towards the state of his ribs drifted through Tech’s mind at registering the familiar pain, it felt distant however. Overlaid by a bone-weary exhaustion that blanketed against the pain in his chest and every other hurt he could vaguely feel beyond the fatigue.

The darkness that had been playing at the edges of his vision since he had woken up half-drowned in the river finally began to encroach further across his field of view, wavering his sight and swaying the world about him until he tipped over to fall onto his side on the tufted ground. The spark of pain that jolted through his torso at the jarring motion was swallowed up by the blackness that encompassed his vision and an instantaneous plunge towards unconsciousness.

TBC.

[illumiru]

Ooh can u talk about ur theory where batcest fucked up fanon?

okay sorry for taking so long anon- i was very sleepy when i got this. take all of this with a grain of salt bc i joined the fandom late and i made a huge guess on what might have happened based on patterns from previous fandoms and my knowledge of fandom history. and hearsay from older fans.

BUT okay, my THEORY is that people who made b*tcest content then at the initial rise of the modern dc fandom probably watched young justice first and then go on to read a few comics here and there to discover their favorite robin. young justice was around the time new 52 became a thing so for a lot of fans at that time, that's usually their introduction to the rest of the batfam.

fandom does and fandom is wont to do though and since the batboys p much look like each other, they skewed their characterizations into easily digestible shallow tropes to make it easier to distinguish one robin from the other.

dick got saddled with the sunshine cuddle-monster (highly suspect this was influenced by young justice and n52), jason is the bad boy with the heart of gold, the draco in leather pants (possibly rhato influenced), tim is the sad uwu twink coffee super genius (red robin influenced) and damian's personality is either hellspawn or diagnosed 13 years old. (depends if they like damian or not).

the thing with the batfandom though is that a lot of them tend to be insular. so when it comes to dc content, they consume batfam content ONLY. knowing fandom, they can't consume content without shipping so they're like why not with each other? around the time, people are also a lot more likely to ship incest and don't consider adopted siblings actually related so it's seen as "not as bad."

that said, b*tcest has existed way before this period. even in batman year one: deluxe edition, there was a comic that said that some people saw batman and robin as a metaphor for homosexuality. (what the fuck)

and there were livejournal groups for batslash. that said, fandoms were very small pockets of community at the time instead of the consolidated mass it will be on tumblr. so from what i heard from older fans is that at the very least people who were making any kind of fan content have read the comics. i think i read a meta that dick's fanon self at the time tended to be a bit like his outsiders self.

anyways, there wasn't even a reliable archive besides fanfiction dot net. so if people made ooc b*tcest fic or art then, it won't have the reach it has now in influencing fellow fans. (that said, dc managed to hire a writer who ships br*dick, giving these b*tcest shippers fuel. the resulting mischaracterization of the way devin writes dick will help fuel his fanon self later on. so that's one example already of how b*tcest fucked up fanon)

so with the influx of new fans from young justice and the rise of tumblr, modern dc fandom was born and in came the b*tcest shippers with fanon characterizations based off the show and n52 comics and their own headcanons.

with the way tumblr is set up, it's easy for non-fans of the franchise to see content from your fandom so people who haven't read the comics started coming in as well because they liked the fan content they saw. comics is a very daunting medium for people to get into because of the amount of material that can conflict with each other there is. so a lot of these new fans like to consume only fanon.

with the amount of b*tcest artists and writers there was, even people who didn't ship it would see non-explicit fanon content from these creators and assume it's is accurate. and so, the fanon characterizations became slowly accepted and popular and they end up adapting these b*tcest shippers' headcanons as well.

it did not help that a lot of b*tcest shippers will make meta to make certain batfam members closer than they actually are. and people took this plus the out of context panels as word of god of how they actually act around each other.

for example of fanon things that might be influenced by b*tcest

batfam living all in the manor (they don't.)

jason and tim's closeness with another (besides that one lobdell page where jason said tim's the only one he can stand and we shouldn't even consider bc lobdell does jackshit to research, they weren't very close at all.)

jason's use of the baby bird nickname for tim (major red flag)

dick being promiscuous/a womanizer/someone who likes getting naked (he's not. there's much canon evidence of him being uncomfortable with being objectified, unsure about nudity and being extremely monogamous. it's just a mischaracterization perpetuated by devin grayson (br*dick shipper) and tim seeley (hack)

i could list more (or you guys can comment more) but i'm honestly losing steam writing this. jnfenf i think as a fandom, we're getting better at debunking fanon at least - especially since the influx of batfans has slowed down compared to its peak. plus, inc*st is being more and more widely denounced in fandom spaces at all.

anyway, those are my rambling thoughts on how b*tcest shippers influenced fanon jkfnjkenf

[alto-tenure]

so uh. ace attorney au where edgeworth is also batman!

(this stemmed from a conversation with some friends on discord where I was like "phoenix is like superman with his invulnerability" and then connecting things until batman!edgeworth happened)

DL-6 happens when Miles is slightly older (so like...think 14-16)

He starts squirrelling away funds where he can from MVK when he gets adopted. He doesn't have as much time before university

He becomes a prosecutor not just because of MVK's influence but because he is also seeking justice & thinks it is the best way (this is definitely MVK manipulation to some extent, but not all of it is.)

but like...prosecuting feels useless. he gets a 100% conviction rate, but what about all the criminals who escape arrest?

enter Batman

(this is the point where I put in a cut because it starts getting long)

disclaimer: my knowledge of dc canon is shoddy at best so take that as you will

so Miles has to handle all the ordering of tech & stuff himself. he starts with the suit -- it needs to be everythingproof but still flexible. this is very, very difficult. many prototypes were created before the final suit.

while he's waiting for it he starts getting stronk -- mostly core strength, and he isn't so much looking for bulk as for agility

and then he gets the grappling hooks, and the batarangs (that aren't named that yet, but) and he starts going out

(no guns. no projectile/explosive weapons, period. the trauma is too strong)

he starts small. minor crimes, mostly from the shadows. there are rumors of a guy with bat ears helping out, but he hasn't been caught on camera yet

he almost gets arrested, but manages to form an agreement with the police.

no killing. no guns. let the justice system handle them once they're neutralized as a threat.

and, of course, he is perfectly okay with that. as a prosecutor, he knows very well about the justice system.

(and if he's been shady & over-punishing as a prosecutor, well...that just guarantees they won't become criminals afterwards)

Miles is just slightly less aggressive in court since he works out his aggression by punching thugs