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[gaddaboutgriffon]

Future Son????

It has been a while since I have done an original prompt. So DCxDP prompt #2

Danny gets into a fight with Impulse/Bart about Bart changing the timeline messing things up for Danny and effectively erasing his family, because the change made it so Maddie and Jack never got together. But because of Clockwork sending him on a mission to the past while Bart changed the timeline and the medallion Dan had phased into Danny he remembers the old timeline. Also he has access to his powers but for some reason can’t change into ghost form.

This fight happens in front of the rest of the young justice team. And Nightwing was coming there to teach a training lesson and over hears half of what Danny is shouting.

From Dick’s point of view there is a black haired, blue eyed kid with powers that are suspiciously like a Tamuraneans, yelling at Bart about losing his family because his parents never got together. Also Dick and Kori had recently broken up. (Feel free to make up a reason.)

Due to a misunderstanding Dick is going to help his time displaced “son” adjust to the new reality.

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[sistertotheknowitall]

DCxDP Prompt

Because I couldn’t get Congratulations! It’s Triplets! By @rboooks out of my head.

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Jason wouldn’t say he regret it. Sure it wasn’t what he planned nor was it what he would have wanted, but he didn’t regret it. They didn’t mean to become parents, it was a one night stand. He wondered if this was how Roy felt when Jade had Lian. Like the world had been flipped on its head. Like everything he thought he knew now seemed wrong.

Lian would like his daughter. From what Jason could tell he thought they’d be fast friends.

Christ. His daughter.

He watched as she ran through the front door, her mom following behind. She was talking a mile a minute, her hands flying around her face. Her mom threw her head back, laughing. God he wished he could hear it. Hear what all his daughter had to say. He wanted to be a real dad to her not just a father. Someone she could talk to and trust. However, as Jason continued to watch from the roof across the street, he knew that he could never get that close. This was as far as he could reach.

A crime lord, who was legally dead and had a kill count. He wasn’t cut out to be a dad. The two examples he had wouldn’t exactly be considered great role models.

Her mother had named her Ellie, short for Daniella after her late uncle Daniel or “Danny.” She was feisty and a little brash, his daughter. Jason would be lying if he said he didn’t feel some pride in knowing some of that was him. Although he could see the same stubbornness in Jazmine.

He thinks that’s what drew him to her. Standing in a bar on a side of town she definitely shouldn’t have been in, she had held her own against two men trying to drag her out. Jason went to step in when she had pulled a police grade taser out and had both men on their knees in pain before he moved two steps. He didn’t introduce himself that night (she was a little preoccupied with the police). However, he got the chance to a few months later and one thing led to another and they had slept together. He left with barely a goodbye and they never saw each other again. Jason was too preoccupied with his plans for Bruce and the clown to spend time thinking about one night.

As for her, he knew she was a student at Gotham U and figured she had also spent little time thinking about that night.

Imagine his surprise when he stumbled upon her again but with a child. His child.

He didn’t know how to really feel about it, about her, Ellie.

As much as he hates to admit it he spent the first week getting drunk and despairing at being a deadbeat. He eventually calmed down and reasoned that it wasn’t his fault nor Jazmine’s. He had given her a fake first name and they hadn’t exchanged last names. Even if she did want to tell him she was pregnant she had no way of finding him.

And he never thought he needed to be looking for them.

—-

Jazz could feel them being watched and did her best to act normal. She never gave away that she was aware of him. She didn’t want to frighten Ellie and she was still unsure of how to handle the situation. It has been weeks and he never once seemed interested in harming them. Yet.

He just watched. Not all the time- not every day, but at least once a week she could feel him staring from a roof, a window, the mouth of an ally. He followed them at night and watched for a bit after they returned home. In a way it felt like he was protecting them, but in what sense did this hulking figure have a right to guard them? It also begged the question; what was he protecting them from?

Jazz was near positive that she had never interacted with the mask figure nor any other that roamed Gotham. She did her best to avoid them, all of them.

It could be he was fixated on her as a single mother to a reckless little girl. If that was so, then she was going to have to be more cautious. She didn’t want to even give him a chance to think he could approach Ellie. Stalkers were never a good thing but she knew the GCPD would never take it seriously.

All he was doing was watching.

Jazz knew her daughter was smart beyond her five years of life, but she was still just a child. So while Jazz was certain that Ellie had no idea about their predicament, she knew Ellie could feel something was off. The young girl had started to look around more on their walks home, her head swiveling, looking for something she couldn’t explain. Jazz hated it. Her daughter should be skipping as she told Jazz about her day in pre-school, not gripping her mother’s pant leg, silent as she looked for the source of her unease.

For the life of her, Jazz did not know what the man could possibly want and while it pissed her off to no end it also frightened her. Of course it frightened her. She was a single mother in Gotham City with a stalker. Maybe she should summon Danny or send Ellie to her grandparents for a bit while she takes care of this.

[hello-there-neighbor]

This is my very first Tumbler post, so please forgive me for any weird formatting. @dcxdpdabbles and @rboooks have this amazing DPxDC AU called Adoptive Son; please read it, it is so great! Obviously, there will be spoileres, so ye be warned and all that jazz. Anyway, I had an idea for a scene and really wanted to share it, so here it goes:

This would take place during part 6, after Danny's arrest, but before Tim's attack. Danny gets a phone call, right? (Like that's a thing when you get arrested, you get to make one phone call?) Obviously, he calls Dick. I'm going to say because the Gotham police are mad at him, ya know, being the "child trafficker" that he is and all, they wait as long as they possibly can to let him call, but when they finally do, he calls Dick. I pictured it like this:

It had been weeks but finally, finally, they were letting him talk to Dick. Nothing else mattered to him. They could put him away, and even dismantle the company; he could escape, he'd actually need to finish and then use the portal, which he had, he was ashamed to admit, moved to be a minor priority in his actually pretty great half-life here, but he’d figure a way to make it work with Dick and Tim, and everyone else would be able to find work again... eventually. He just needed to make sure his family knew it wasn't true. That's all that mattered to him. Of course they would know in their hearts, but he couldn't let them worry like that; even a little doubt would be devastating to them, he was sure. The phone rang... and rang... and rang... ‘please’, he thought, ‘please please please, pick up! Please come o-’

"Hello?" Dicks voice was tired and hoarce, he couldn't shake the image it painted of Dick, tearstained and distraught, more sleep deprived than even Danny had ever been.

"Listen! They aren't going to give me much time." Dick remained silent on the other side, so he barroled on into the ramble he had been needing to let out for weeks. "I don't know how much you've heard, but I didn’t do this! Please, you need to believe me. I didn't do this! I don't know where they're getting evidence from, but it's not true! I swear I didn't! You know that, right? You know I could never! You know I didn't do this."

"Yes, you did." Danny's heart stopped, not that he needed it, but still. "I found it, Crowne, the journals, everything. I turned you in." Danny felt his core crack.

"What? No... No, y-you wouldn't!" Tears were falling on his cheeks now, but he didn't bother to wipe them away. "You know me! You know who I am! You know I w-" He was cut off before he could finish. "Yes, I do, and yes, you would." Diletone rang in his ears even after he had been forcibly pulled away from the receiver. His face was blank. Only one word could describe the pain and betrayal and loss he was feeling: CRACK!

So ya… thanks for humoring me! And thank you @dcxdpdabbles and @rboooks, for writing this story to begin with! You are super crazy talented and should be so proud of yourself!!!

[gaddaboutgriffon]

Rebloging cause I feel like we are sleeping on this plot and more can be added. That and I have more people I can tag now.

Also can we have him change his alias to Cardinal?

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Tim had forgotten, in his one man (and the admittedly liberal usage of hired guns) crusade at everything that had hurt his family, that he was technically a child. A time traveling 21 year old Tim Drake in his younger body, sure, but he’s still a nine year old child.

Tim was violently, unpleasantly reminded of this as he opened his front door to… Gotham Primary’s truancy officer.

Oh shit. He still had to go to school. Tim scrambled for an excuse.

“Hello, Timothy. Are your parents home?”

“Uh- no, sir. Only my nanny. I’ve been really,” think, Timothy, think! Are you Red Robin for nothing? “really sick. She went out for some medicine.”

Tim knew what the officer saw as he looked down at him, a pale, drawn little boy who looked like a sickly Victorian child. He has no idea that Tim had the beginnings of lean muscles and strong grip strength underneath his baggy clothes.

“I see. I’ll have to talk to your nanny, then. We need to be informed of when you’re ill, Timothy.”

“Oh. She-” shit, shit, shit! “Doesn’t speak English.” Was that racist? That felt racist. Gods, he probably sounds like a snobby classist elite. “I’ll let my mom know to email you, sir?”

The truancy officer sighed. By Tim’s lucky stars, he agreed. The man pulled out a singular paper from his plastic folder, clearly used to this kind of thing, especially from the elites of Gotham, and said, “Email the school. And have her sign this note, please.”

Tim nodded seriously. Like hell he would.

When the officer was gone, Tim closed the gate immediately. He had forgotten to close it after getting back home from stalking the Bats last night. Well, Bat, singular, because Jason was still benched.

Tim sighed, grabbing a pen to fluidly forge Janet Drake’s signature on his paper about truancy and proper procedures and what not. Then, he moved to the computer, easily stealing his mother’s credentials, emailing the school about his sick leave, and their decision to have him home schooled.

He’d miss Ives, but honestly, Tim needed the free time. Plus, maybe this way, he’ll graduate high school this time around. He drafted another email to the counselor, asking them what kind of curriculum and tests he needed to pass to obtain future degrees and what not.

He gets an email back, with all of the testing required and the steps “Young Timothy” should take in order to succeed in the rest of his academic career. Tim would like to point out he’s nine, and that this was pretentious. Helpful, sure, but pretentious all the same.

“That’s what people don’t mention about time traveling. It’s all fun and games until you get hit with the mundane and tedious things.” Tim muttered, setting up his appointments for testing. He’ll have to find someone to drive him to the tests…

His mind turned to his neighbors… hm. That’s a possibility.

Tim wiped all traces of his activities from his mother’s email, doing a quick and hidden bit of rerouting to get any educational emails regarding him sent to his own inbox.

Tim swigged a mouthful of coffee and continued on his merry way.

His new goal?

Find Cassandra Cain.

[childotkw]

I'm sorry if I'm bothering but I was thinking the other day of Tom being useless when it comes to Harry and just wouldn't it be funny if Dumbledore thinks "hmmm maybe we can send something back in time to stop Tom from going crazy? Something that needs to not exist in that time but strong enough it can lauch onto a soul there as a anchor....Harry my Horcuxs boy! How would you like to volunteer as a honeypot to stop a Dark Lord?" "What?" "It's for the greater good. Go shake that rump in the past for teenage Tom."

Dumbledore: it's for the greater good, my boy

Harry: i don't see how seducing Tom Riddle would help anyone, sir

Dumbledore, remembering how useless Grindelwald could be when he was in full-on crush mode: ...

Dumbledore: you'll just have to trust me on this one, Harry

[ffs-abalisk]

This is random. But I was reading all your Leith stuff and thought wouldn't it be funny if she accidentally proposed to Ace in OP customs and Ace sort of....just accepts it?.

I misread this at first and thought you meant costumes but finally figured it out after being very confused

Yeeeees~

Tho the question remains on what kind of proposal custom does she accidentally do? What would be even better is she DOES the custom and Ace doesn't even know what it means, just accepts the gift and carries on, leaving the two blissfully unaware of their engagement until someone who recognizes it fills one or both in on the meaning.

It might have to be something made, as being pirates, gold or treasure is just kinda an expected commodity and doesn't really have value aside from making money. But personally making something is a more private, more personal use of one's time and can be perceived as being more of value. Plus if its something that isn't some precious metal, it'll have less of a chance of being stolen.

I have a few ideas: matching earrings, bead and leather bracelet, a handcrafted necklace of shells-- but I am also open to suggestions. :)

[cywscross]

Happy birthday to you!! Hope it's a fun filled day!

Thank you ^_^

[gaddaboutgriffon]

I like this. question is is it a case of Danny not realizing how bad his life had been? Or things weren't so bad and the Justice League overacted? could be both.

Actually Let's look at this from the Justice League's perspective. There had been multiple world ending level Entities that were coming through a portal made by Mad scientists. Said scientist opened the portal for the purpose of studying, torturing, and killing those entities that otherwise would have left earth alone. The only ones that were trying to stop those entities was the son of Those scientists that nearly died (in their perspective half alive equals alive) from the parents lab and had been exposed to the dangerous chemicals and weapons in that lab for years. The older sister knew of all of it. There is a god father the kid has already testified that has tried to kill his family, tried to kidnap him, elegaly rigged an election and has hired infinate realms entities to attack the kid.

the list goes on, but for the league members this is a horror situation. Those who are parents especially are horrified.

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Danny Phantom/DC Prompt Idea: Forced Recovery

It seemed no matter where he went, he was never safe.

Breaking through Amity's block, finally getting the attention of older actual heroes, who jumped to help them, the Ecto-Acts proving to be false claims upheld by the now debunk and dismantled G.I.W.

Danny should have been safe now, should have been able to continue with his life a little easier now…

Instead he found himself snatched up and placed with a family that were pure strangers, far from his home and the now shut-downed portal, his parents arrested and waiting a trial, and Jazz barred from seeing or knowing his whereabouts and health.

He was trapped in a mansion with rich fruitloops, an anklet bracelet that monitored his health and would trigger an alarm if he went passed the gates.

House arrest with the excuse of it being for his benefit, the Justice League saying that there was still Agents out there looking for him, families from Amity realizing that most of the damage to their town was his own family’s fault and they couldn’t get to his parents as easy as they could get to him, then they threw in concerns of his health.

With the portal closed, he would have to rely on environmental ecto, so low ecto meant low power usage, he was practical malnourished, overstressed, overworked, underweight, a list that was more like a novel by the time the doctor got through with his examination.

It all came together in one big warm shit pie.

He just needed to wait this out…wait for his parents verdict…wait for his health to get better…wait till Jazz was allowed to get in touch with him…wait…all he can do is wait…

For now, he was going to get breakfast and hide away from the rest of the residents of the Manor.

Gotham was blessed and cursed with an abundance of ecto just floating around, enough to aid his healing and health…not enough to restore the levels he needed to regain his full strength and powers though.

Even with the filter he created to concentrate the ambient ecto into a pick me up drink, he wasn’t gaining health as fast has he liked to.

Speaking of his filter, the contraption sat next to Tim’s near worshiped coffee pot, granted it was built out of refurbished carbonated soda stream, so it didn’t look too out of place in the kitchen. And luckily it seemed the only person up right now was Alfred, the older man smiling gently at him as Danny grabbed his thermos to fill it up for the day.

“It’s good to see you up and about.”

“Just filling up for the day before heading back to my room.”

“Of course, as usual, rest is good for your health but so is social interaction.”

Ah...that was a…hint…wasn’t it…he guessed he has to fill the social quota himself before the others decided to do it themselves.

[midnightluck]

Can i ask a MAS story with lots of fluff and Christmas for a very good friend named: @marcoacesabo (rboooks) please? :3 ~cookie~

@marcoacesabo, Roo, you have good friends! Sorry this took a bit but enjoy the fluff!

“You really don’t have to do this, yoi,” Marco says with no expectation of being listened to.

“Stop messing with it,” Sabo hisses at Ace, ignoring Marco entirely and tugging at Ace’s shirt cuffs. “You’re gonna stretch it out! Stop–!”

“It’s fine, Sabo; just leave it,” Ace says, trying to free his wrist from Sabo’s grip. Sabo’s looking a bit frayed and isn’t letting go, so Ace uses a hold-break, takes a step and a half turn, and tugs Sabo’s hands just hard enough to drag Sabo forward and off balance. “Stop freaking out!”

Sabo starts to sputter something that’s probably a denial but crashes into Ace before he can finish. Sabo usually would catch himself so Ace wasn’t braced for it and he stumbles and then they’re both on the ground, rolling and hissing.

Marco doesn’t bother looking back at them. He nods to Haruta in the doorway. “Hi,” he says. “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” Haruta echoes, then looks around him. “Are they okay?”

“Yeah,” Marco says, stepping forward towards the warmth of the house. “Just leave them, yoi. They’ll be fine.”

“Hey!” Ace yells behind him, but Marco lets the door close.

“Here.” He hands a bag full of small boxes over and Haruta takes it on autopilot, still squinting towards the door. “They’re just nervous about meeting the family.”

“Mmm. So they…take it out on each other?”

“Violence is how their family shows affection,” Marco says. The door slams open behind him and the two of them tumble in, dripping snow and bad words everywhere.

“Marco!” Ace whines. “You didn’t hafta–”

“Hi,” Sabo says, darting forward with hand outstretched. “Hi, I’m Sabo. Nice to meet you.” Ace steps up and Sabo plants his other hand across Ace’s face and pushes him back away. “I’m the normal one,” he says, bracing himself against Marco’s side and still holding his hand out to shake. “Don’t mind us. It’s fine.”

Marco plants his feet and wishes he still had the bag of presents so he had an excuse to stay out of it. “You guys said you’d behave, yoi.”

“No, we didn’t,” Sabo says, turning on him, eyes slightly wild. “You said we’d behave. I said we’d try.”

“I always behave,” Ace says, but he’s currently faceplanted on the ground with Sabo’s wet boot on his back so it’s not very convincing.

“We,” Sabo tells him, leaning forward hard enough that Ace wheezes, “are making a good impression. We are being nice and normal and sane. We are being calm and reasonable, Ace. We are being polite.”

“They are?” Haruta asks Marco, who, sadly, has to nod.

“Good,” Haruta says, shaking Sabo’s still outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you guys. I think you’ll fit right in.”

[mtcolubo]

🍥 Of either Ace or Sabo if that's okay?

featuring my dead husband as my other dead husband, and then neferpitou sabo bc they’re both cute :3c

[ask-theportgasfamily]

Have you ever been sailing Spade?

“But when I do, the first place I’ll stop at is Water 7. Gotta get me a shipwright for my crew.. I was told they have the best ones there.. plus, Mom said it was a pretty place.. I gotta remember to take her there again when I’m older.”

[gaddaboutgriffon]

You know this would be a fun opportunity to introduce a ghost who’s obsession is education and have him be good friends with Ghost Writer. Runs Poindexter’s school in the ghost zone. And absolutely be furious that a kid as bright as Tim dropped out of highschool.

Could even make the A plot that ghost is kidnapping school dropouts and taking them to an abandoned school he sets up as a haunt to “Tutor” them. Danny of course accidentally caused the whole situation by blabbing to ghost writer in a fight not long after meeting Tim that young Mr Drake dropped out to run Wayne enterprise, and Ghost Writer told his frequent library visitor friend. Anyway Danny coming to fight this new ghost and rescue tge kidnapped dropouts is how Tim really learns why Danny can fight so well.

So, question to the fandom. Is there already a ghost that would fit this role, Or should we just make one up? And of course, how would you flesh out the prompt? @arzuera @azulhood @bianca-hooks123 @bloggerspam @bluerosefox @confusedshades @chaos-bringer-13 @deadsetobsessions @dragonsrequiem @evilminji @flamingpudding @fightmebissh @ghostbsuter @hypewinter @help-itrappedmyself @hdgnj @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @jedipirateking @kizzer55555 @mynameisjag @myreputatioooon @menolly5600 @ourrechte-blog @phantom-0-writer @puppetmaster13u @radiance1 @rboooks @starlightcat04 @starwrighter @stormikitty @sistertotheknowitall @virgamsysxvolumes @woodland-gremlin @zylev-blog @zeestarfishalien

Are you still taking prompts? If so, please consider the following. Danny gets summoned to Gothem by a cult who planned to sacrifice one of the batfam to him. What they were not expecting was for the Ghost King to appear, laying on the ground, curled up under a very warm looking blanket, 80% asleep as he mumbles, "where the fuck am I? Why would you summon me so late at night??"

That's hilarious.

***

Tim hates cultists. They are in the top five of people he hates, beating out door to door evangelists by a slim margin. They were still under people who park their shopping cart diagonally across the aisle. The only reason they are lower on the list is because most cultists didn't learn how to tie a proper knot, but if he can't get free before the high summoner finishes his chant, cultist are going to find themselves moving up on his shit list.

The markings on the floor around Tim started to glow a vivid, toxic green. Freezing wind whipped in a frigid tornado and Tim shivered despite the insulation his Red Robin suit provided. Small ice crystals formed as the humidity in the air froze, the tiny snowflakes getting caught up in the wind, swirling and condensing I center of the circle. Right in front of Tim, and there was nothing he could do to stop whatever the cultists we're summoning from coming. Tim squeezed his eyes tight as a bright flash of white light illuminated the room. Everything stood still. The snowflakes hung in the air like crystals on a wire. At the center of the circle, arms reach from where Tim sat was a soft looking blanket.

The cultists shifted and whispered among themselves. Tim heard bits of hushed conversation, "Where's the ghost king?" "Did you do the spell right?" "Maybe he didn't like the sacrifice?"

Tim was only half listening, because the dark blue, star dotted blanket was moving. First, a gloved hand pushed out from the blanket and shifted it until Tim could see snow white hair, blue skin, and one eye, cracked open just enough for Tim to see the unusual tint of green. The green eyed man, boy? Creature? Looked at him intensely. Tim felt as if his very soul was being weighed.

Whatever this person saw in him must have satisfied him because he turned his attention to the cultists.

"You have a lot of nerve," He said sitting up and singling out the cult leader. "Summoning me this early in the morning to-- where even am I?" He asked, turning back to Tim.

"Gotham city." Tim said.

The beings eyes widened slightly and he turned back to the cult leader. "You summed me to fricking New Jersey in the middle of the night? You had better have a damned good reason."

The cult leader straighted under the attention and addressed the being. "I summoned you, Ghost King. I offer you the vigilante Red Robin as a sacrifice if you will assist in helping me to spread our message of redemption to the world."

The Ghost King floated up from where he had been sitting on the ground and hovered in the air, starry blanket draped over his shoulders like a cloak. "You summoned me to New Jersey," the ghost started, slowly, dangerously. "in the middle of the night during finals week to offer me a sacrifice that isn't yours to offer so I can help you take over the world?" As the ghost spoke the wind started picking up and the temperature dropped. Ice started to crawl across the floor in fractals. The lights flashed and sputtered and the shadows seemed to come alive. An eerie static could be heard , and the very air felt oppressive.

The cult leader was trying to stutter apologies or reasonings, but the ghost wasn't listening. He was advancing slowly, the lines of the sigil on the ground hissed and sputtered as the ghost crossed over them, their magic was as useful as a spiders web at containing the being. The ghost reached the cult leader who fell to his knees, begging and pleading. The being looked down at him, head tilted to the side.

"Boo!"

The cult leader screamed and fell to the ground. All the other cultists took that as their cue to scream and run for the exits.

The ghost didn't chase them, he just watched as they scattered like roaches. Once they were gone he turned his full attention onto him. Tim felt a thrill jolt down his spine as those unusual green eyes stared him down. "Let me help you out of that." He said, floating back over to him. Tim didn't flinch, but he held very still as the ghost phased the ropes off his wrists. "I'm sorry you got roped into my business, Robin, was it?"

"Red Robin." Tim said, stretching his arms out from where they had been stuck behind his back.

"I'm Phantom." The ghost said, offering Tim a hand up, which he accepted. "Is there anywhere around here a ghost can get a cup of coffee? I have a long day." Phantom said. Tim smiled at him.

"I think I know a place."

[d-does-art]

THank You @rboooks for the coffees!!! That’s so sweet of you!!!! 

[empresswrites]

@rboooks said:

Only two soulmates can fuse together!au for MarcoAce, please?

This was super fun to think on (I have another fusion request that will be super different but fun once I get thoughts together for it) I do hope you enjoy my take on fusion for them as I don’t know much about that gem fusion anime/show? I do love the pictures I see from it though, they are gorgeous fused together!

Ace had been a part of the crew for almost a year and no one had taken in the subtle signs of their youngest and the first commander. Most figured Ace was taking in lessons to know what to do among the crew and that of being the new second commander. It was a lot of responsibility and everyone knew that, letting him seek Marco for advice.

When a battleship had come to fight the Whitebeard pirates, they had been ready with excitement and led by their commanders. The fight had proven to be more fierce, the marines starting to use fusion soulmates to fight and make a type of super soldier. Soulmates who can fuse are known to take both attributes into play and form to something that of more power, but it was dangerous with devil fruit users as one being cannot contain two of them. 

“Stop the fusions!” Haruta yells, noticing as this ship has four fusions and they were trained to be powerful with one carrying a devil fruit to fight. It caused difficulties, Whitebeard even knew that the Moby couldn’t take anymore damage if they wanted to sail through with only one other encounter before needing an island.

Grey eyes find blue ones from the phoenix resting to the sails, giving a grit of teeth and nodding with eyes sharpening. A loud screech forms from the bird, pushing talons off as the second commander runs forward from the Moby. Jumping from the railing, red fire swirls before attaching to that of the phoenix that flies through. A pull is on the two as the phoenix twirls with a screech and doing a dip before red fire licks to be the prominent color of the bird. Eyes shimmer with an amethyst and the phoenix gives another call as it soars towards the marine battleship.

Fire explodes in waves from the new formed phoenix and bullets go through with a chasing of blue fire to heal. Surprise is not only on the marines, but of the Whitebeard pirate crew as they hadn’t expected to see their commanders to fuse together as it was heard to be impossible for two devil fruit users.

“Charge on!” Whitebeard hollers with bisento pointed forward with a proud gaze to the phoenix that flaps wings with gushing fire whipping out to one of the marines’ fused fighters.

Once the fight is over, the marine battleship sinking into the New World’s depths, the phoenix swirls around the mast as everyone gets situated. Once Whitebeard stood before his chair, the phoenix comes down to soon form feet in dark gladiator sandals to land on a shoulder, dark blue cargo shorts starting to follow through the red and blue flames as they transformed back to human. Purple sash around the waist with golden belt lingering with a dagger to a hip and the bare torso shows of Marco’s tattoo, but one is also to the back showing of Ace’s. A dark blue necklace shows around the neck and the baby face is taken from Ace easily with a light dusting of freckles that are hard to notice. Full lips sit in a stoic fashion and hooded eyes show those amethyst eyes. Hair flares to that of dark hair with strands of blond combed over to one side of their head and reaching past the ear and the other side is shaved.

“Good job, sons.” Whitebeard states with head tilted to take on the new form of the two commanders and getting a smile that shows Ace in it and there is a cooing following. 

“Of course, Pops.” The voices are mingled, smoothing in harmony and it couldn’t be helped their brothers stare in fascination. “We will protect the family however we can, yoi.”

[ask-the-revolutionary-army]

How suprised was the army when they found out Dragon has a son?

Koala: Sabo! I’m so glad you’re ok!

Hack: You had us worried!

Sabo: Haha… sorry guys…………… Wait! Did Dragon say Luffy is his SON!?! Luffy is my brother!

Koala: Yeah, we were really surprised, but then Sabo fainted so we were focused on that… Dragon didn’t seem phased when we found out though!

[gaddaboutgriffon]

@amillionandonefandoms great idea about the electricity Joker was using to try and turn Tim into joker junior being what brings back his memories of Danny Phantom. Too good to leave in the tags. Hey we could have Joker be a reincarnation of Freakshow if we really want to go for the whole history repeating trope.

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Screaming into the night

Danny is reborn as tim.

Tim gets his memories back near the beginning of his robin run when he still has a rocky relationship with Bruce. He’s scared and keeps his mouth shut. This goes on for years never getting the right time to be revealed.

It isn't until the scarecrow uses a new fear gas that it comes up. Tim is hit and has to relive the portal incident. He is screaming with no brakes and does not respond to anyone.

The bat family has idea what he is seeing but they do find out from scarecrows taunting that the gas makes you relive your most painful memories. The entire family is wondering when this happened and when Tim wakes up he is not going to be very forthcoming.