#shadow!caine

[00belle00lovely00]

SOoOOoOO I made a raceway sona/OC... heheheh...

raceway made by: @thescarletnargacuga

also; @theamazingdigitalraceway

"THE NAME'S BELLE STARLIGHT! Betcha won't go faster than me, slow pokes!"

[I made 'em a recurring NPC with a specialized race track called 'The ASTRONOMICAL Roller Rink!']

aaaand because I caaaannn

hehehehe I'm coming after you, Seth. Better watch out.

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

Art by @mangotangerinepastry

GAWD DAM THIS IS AMAZING! SHE'S AT IT AGAIN, MAKING THE COOLEST STUFF ON THE INTERNET FOR RACEWAY!!

The colors are so pretty! The expression is so intense! He's the digital embodiment of fire and shadow and KNOWS it!

Come get your food, Seth simps! Mango made a real treat for you!

[thescarletnargacuga]

SETH

RACEWAY AU SHADOW!CAINE

Art by: @mangotangerinepastry

MANGO!! WHEN I CATCH YOU!! WHEN I CATCH YOU, MANGO!!

THIS IS AMAZING!! I'M JUST-HHHH YOU GOT ME- HHHHHHHHH I WANNA-HHHHHH

Okay okay, I'm cool. I'm calm. I'm normal. But most of all, I am grateful. Thank you so much, Mango ❤️🥭

[wondwaeland]

This idea would not leave me alone all day.

Shadow: @00belle00lovely00

Luci and Lilli: me

[an-gothamite-aka-zannalial]

You know if Jason did become Talia's son I have the idea that he would be someone very famous among assassins and mercenaries, but in the hero community He is an anti-hero who must be captured and nothing more and is also a popular gossip item when it comes to hero failures (along side Roy of course).

As for the heroes he is just a red hood, Crime lord and anti-hero who has a special and complicated relationship with Batman, But for assassins and mercenaries who know enough about the world he is

An Al Ghul, the first child of Talia Al Ghul, the eldest grandson of Ra's Al Ghul, one of the princes of the League of Assassins and Shadows, someone you really have to watch out for because of his skills and position. And they realized that Talia would do anything for her child, even going against her father

Without his helmet he is one of the most feared people in the underworld, he knows many assassins and mercenaries thanks to all the missions he has undertaken and is friends with most of them.

So imagine.........

Dick: You know it's a rare month that Slade isn't trying to recruit me

Jason: Oh, that's because I asked him to look for something a few weeks ago

Dick: you ask deathstroke, ask ?

Jason: Yeah he owes me something

Dick: how ?

Tim: Sometimes I still miss my spleen you know

Jason: want me to ask someone to get it for you

Tim: who you gonna ask,It's literally in ra's

Jason: I can ask so many people like deathstroke,lady Shiva, mother of soul,deadshot, Talia, Constantine drakon, Dusan, nyssa, Ben Turner, merlyn. And more that I can ask, which one do you prefer

Tim:

Jason: what

Cass: I really want to know what happen to my dad

Jason: I can call someone to check on him, do you want

Cass: yes

Damian: this can be done if I can call my teacher akhi, but

Jason: which one do you mean Habibi I Will call them don't worry

Damian: how you gonna call him

Jason: I just call their phone number in my phone

Damian: you have their number

Jason: why not

Roy: you seem to be liked by all the assassin we just met huh

Jason: yeah they are my old friend

Roy: what

Jason: they just happen to be in the same misson with me

Bruce: Jay where did you find all of your trained goon

Jason: oh they are either fired form the league and join me, or just like me and follow me

Bruce: I'm not ready for that actually

Jason: good to hear

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

[jaewritesfic]

Melon AU Part 4

Cass is quietly adamant that her new cling-on be taken to the Batcave, no matter the concerns Bruce raises.

If he's honest, his protests fall a little flat even to his own ears. The fact of the matter is that he looks at the midnight apparition she holds and just…can't bring himself to fight very hard.

The creature clings to her like a desperate child, claws curled into her cape in a way that's bound to leave holes. Bruce hasn't caught so much as a glimpse of the face since it grabbed onto Cass, head resolutely tucked into her shoulder. That long sinuous tail is wrapped around her waist and down one leg as if the slightest disconnect could wrench them fully apart.

She was right, it's scared and it needs help.

Bruce almost thinks convincing Commissioner Gordon to lift the police barricade at the end of the alley will be the difficult part, but he's proven wrong. Gordon is more than happy to foist the situation off onto the Bat colony, it's just a matter of figuring out actual transport.

It's not that Bruce doesn't want the creature in the Batmobile. It's that nobody is sure the creature will respond well to someone other than Cass being in proximity to it.

Bruce may be feeling distinctly sympathetic, but he's still not comfortable leaving his daughter totally alone with something strange, unknown and dangerous.

He doesn't want Cass alone with it - them. They probably won't respond well to anyone but Cass being close enough to be in a car with them.

Ultimately this culminates in Bruce pulling the Batmobile around and trying to be very. Very. Quiet.

The shadow creature hasn't raised their head from Cass’s shoulder once, so hopefully as she climbs in the back with her clingy cargo they won't notice they're not alone.

…nobody is going to claim this is a good or creative plan. It's kind of just the only option they can think of.

The creature clicks and whines as she climbs in, aware and nervous about the enclosed space probably, but they don't raise their head or move.

If anything they just wind themselves around Cass a little tighter.

“Shhhh,” Cass hushes gently. “Car. Take us to safe place. I promise.”

Bruce is used to her cowl enough to be able to tell she's glancing at him in the rear view mirror.

Thankfully, the Batmobile can autopilot to the cave. His presence is solely because he refuses to leave her alone with their new…guest. That means he can sign at her.

Did you get a better look at the injuries?

She shakes her head minutely. Hm. Bruce had feared that was the answer, considering how fast the creature had plastered themselves to her.

Do they seem to be losing a lot of blood?

A tiny shrug. Not a yes, not a no. Bleeding, but not gushing. Or maybe she's not sure how much without a visual, though if it was egregious she'd feel it even with the suit.

The heat of it, the slickness.

Bruce decides the shrug is a tentative good sign.

“Let's play questions,” Cass says suddenly, hands rubbing gentle, comforting back and forth patterns against a back so dark it looks like a void. “Nothing scary. Get to know you questions.”

There's no answer, but it doesn't seem to faze her. Of course not. She's Cass.

“Will you play? Tap once yes,” she says softly, tapping the creature's back with her index finger once, “And twice for no. No is okay. You can say no.”

There's a long moment where Bruce watches them in the rear view and nothing happens. Then Cass's cowl shifts in the way that means she's smiling.

“Thank you. Pronouns first, okay? One for she-”

She taps once.

“Two for he-”

She taps twice.

“Three for- oh. Thank you. Good boy. I'm she.”

The rest of the family exposes themselves as listening, quiet murmurs and exclamations over the comms at the new knowledge that their creature considers himself male.

Bruce isn't surprised that his kids have been listening with baited breath.

“From Gotham? One for yes, two for no.”

She hums softly, going back to petting his back gently.

“Me neither at first. Home now, like the back of my hand. Can show you all the best spots. Like burgers?”

There's a long pause. Bruce suspects the creature is having a hard time believing she's talking about and proposing such casual topics.

Eventually she smiles again. “Me too. Will buy you Batburger, I promise. Nectar of the gods.”

An odd little vibration goes through her new friend, audible as well as visible. It seems almost like a weak laugh.

“....bets on shadow noodle’s favorite Batburger order?” Dick asks over comms.

Bruce purses his lips not to huff in amusement. They're almost to the cave, he'd like to stay incognito until then. He wouldn't want to alarm any shadow noodles.

Masterpost

[your-dad-the-fag]

I think they should let Stephanie be Batman, even if it’s just for a few minutes so she can have a go at every Mantel that tends to be passed down

Also I think it would be hilarious for like one night a year batman is a blonde woman who’s robin changes every year (they all play rock-paper-scissors for the position)

[squishykitty825]

Jason, amidst a heated argument with Bruce: Does my death mean nothing in this family?

Out of nowhere: "In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."

Jason: What the hell?

________________________________________________________

Tim, low on sleep and caffeine trying to convince Jason to give him back his coffee: You think your time as Robin was bad, you never had to deal with Bruce after your death.

Jason: Maybe not. But I was a little busy being dead, Timbo.

"In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."

Jason: Again?!

________________________________________________________

Damian: Stop being so childish, Todd.

Jason: I died. I can do whatever I want.

"In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."

Jason, now seriously confused and angry: WHO IS DOING THAT?!

________________________________________________________

Dick whining to Jason about life after his death: You died. I didn't have anyone to talk to.

Jason: I'm so sorry my death was such an inconvenience to you.

"In the arms of the angel. Fly awaaaay..."

Jason now infuriated with whoever is playing the song every time he mentions his own death: I AM GOING TO MURDER WHOEVER IS DOING THAT!

Jason storms off in search of the culprit, leaving Dick staring after him wondering what he's on about.

[hallowshumour]

Various side characters for deans universe.🦨🦝🐐🦁

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

My beloved.

[00belle00lovely00]

Guys did yall know Shadow is officially Genderfluid?

Why, you may ask?

Because me and the showtime server SAID SO!

Today, she's feeling gorgeus

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

A/N: hehehe my plan is working

REMEMBRANCE

A RACEWAY AU ROYALTEETH ONESHOT (SHADOW!CAINE)

WARNING: hurt/comfort, angst

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It was the middle of the night cycle, and everyone was in their rooms except one. Kinger slid quietly across the garage floor to his kart and patted the hood. "Let's go for a drive." The kart rolled forward quietly in neutral as one of the garage bay doors opened. Kinger looked to all the other karts and Gummigoo's bike waiting for their racers. "Sorry, just me this time."

Kinger hit the close button for the bay door and slid outside. His kart rolled itself to the start line, putting itself in first position. Kinger didn't really know what had gotten into him tonight. He rarely drove for fun anymore. He was just going through the motions, day after day. He was just in survival mode.

He figured there was a part of him that missed this. Having the track to himself, he could just let loose. Really forget the world he was in and just drive. It was an escape.

Kinger sat in his kart and it roared to life. The start line activated, it's colorful display showing a countdown. Ready? Set. GO!!

Kinger floored it. His tires screamed for traction as he took off down the straightaway, accelerating at break neck speed. The world around him blurred from how fast he was going. It was out of sight. Out of mind. He was getting away. Far away.

Then the turn. He took the banked turn high, almost to the top, and came back down without so much as touching the brake. His speedometer climbed: 110...130...150...175...200...210mph. Kinger red lined his engine, pushing it to go faster, but without boosts, it wasn't happening.

The speed was exhilarating. The race rush flowed through his avatar like a much needed drink of water. He felt focused. He felt alive. He was Kinger: Champion of the Raceway! None could oppose him! He could out maneuver any racer! Achieve any goal! There was no track he couldn't master! The crowds cheered for him! The winner's circle was his! They had to make a whole new level of challenge just to accommodate his skill!

Queenie was so proud of him.

A single tear flew from his top eye, disappearing into the wind. Racing wasn't the same without her. He started to slow he was coming back to the start line. Maybe he had enough-

NYEEOOOOOOM!!

A blink-and-you-miss-it flash of silver zipped right by his kart. It caught Kinger by surprise and he overcorrected his steering, almost going into the wall. "Huh!?" He watches the streak of silver fly ahead, already at the next turn. "Seth...?" Kinger gunned it. His kart pushed itself hard with the will of Kinger's urgency to catch up with the silver star racer.

Seth glanced back multiple times as the purple kart gradually gained ground. Now the real fun could begin. There were no items to steal or branching advantageous tracks on the default. What mattered here was speed and precision. He started with his old tricks of scaring the racer into swerving out of his way.

Kinger had none of it. Seth was on a motorcycle, not a kart. Kinger wasn't intimidated and forced Seth to teleport around him. He glanced to the side, meeting Seth's glare. "Just like old times."

Seth smirked. "Took you long enough." She swerved out in front and blasted silver fire right at Kinger's kart, blinding him.

Instead of backing off, Kinger accelerated. The front bumper collided with Seth's rear tire, making him wobble. The fire ceased as Seth focused on maintaining balance. Kinger got up next to Seth and sideswiped him as he passed.

Seth's knee guard sparked from impact and he teleported again to be clear of Kinger's aggressive driving. Seth smiled so big, his top jaw could be a kite in the wind. "Haha! Yes!" He snapped and the shadows around the lit track started to shift and crawl.

Kinger had to slow to move around the shadowed obstacles moving across the track. He remembered what would happen if he touched one. The longer he was experiencing the race rush, the more that came back to him. Not only did he remember where he was, but how he got there. How long he's been here. His wife. His friends. The game he helped build.

The AI that caught his interest.

Kinger looked at his gloves hands on the steering wheel and saw arms. Honest to goodness human arms. He felt his face. Skin. Hair. A nose. His legs shifted- Wait, legs? Legs....with feet! Oh to be bipedal again! His heart pounded in his chest in time with the engine.

Seth was right behind him they raced for the finish line. Kinger's unbridled joy infected his kart, igniting the tires in purple flame. Seth has to move away and gawked at the trail of fire. This was extremely rare from a human kart. Kinger has been the only one to ever achieve it and only once before.

Purple and silver flames danced together over the finish line. Kinger just edging out the victory. Both racers screeched to a halt, the hot wind rushing over both of them as the fires died.

Kinger stood from his kart. Feeling more human than he has in an age. Seth dismounts, ready to banter with Kinger over the win but doesn't get a word out as he's lifted from the ground. Kinger presses his face to Seth teeth, sending shivers down both of them. Kinger held Seth close for a long kiss before letting him go.

Seth hovered, not letting himself get dropped unceremoniously. He held to Kinger's shoulders, watching the racer's eyes curiously. He didn't even notice the heavy shadow forming the blush on his face.

"I've missed you." Kinger finally said after catching his breath. "I've missed this. Everything....I'm sorry-"

"Don't." Seth said quietly. "I know."

Kinger presses his forehead to Seth's top jaw and sighs. "I'm holding on..."

"I know." Seth gently held the side of Kinger's face. "You're strong."

Kinger's large hands held tighter to Seth. "I wish I didn't have to be. This place...it hurts."

Seth's code twisted in a battle of empathy and ego. The cold fire within him raged hot with anger on Kinger's behalf. "I can make you forget again..."

Kinger shuddered. "I don't know if I can keep doing that. My mind, it slips more every day. I can hear the cellar calling to me."

"Don't say that!" Seth held Kinger's head with both hands. "You're never going in there! You understand me!? I don't care if I have to suppress your memory to nothing, but you are not going down there."

"I...I wish remembering didn't hurt."

Seth took a breath. "I know. The burden of knowledge is a lot to bear, and it only gets heavier with time." He thought for a moment and a subtle white light shined under his black gloves. "It's for your own good..."

Seth kissed Kinger passionately, his tongues licking at the flat surface of Kinger's mouth, but feeling good all the same. Kinger kissed back until he felt woozy. His mind fogged and he didn't fight gravity as he fell to the grass next to the track.

Seth set Kinger down and landed on the ground, watching the Champion go cross eyed and unfocused again. His code buzzed angrily. He shouldn't have to do this, but no one has ever lasted as long as Kinger. As a racer, at least.

Seth lit up a cigarette and took a long drag of the harsh silvery smoke. He didn't have lungs but it still burned. He buried his hands in his pockets and his motorcycle idled up to him. "I'm sorry..." He said under his breath as a ghostly white moth fluttered from the smoke and landed on Kinger's chest.

Seth mounted his bike and looked back one more time. His code actually ached. He shook the feeling away and drove off, teleporting to places unknown.

~

Kinger sat up with a start. Had he fallen asleep? For real? He couldn't remember the last time he did that. When did he get outside? Where- "Oh, hello." He said to the little moth fluttering around his hand. He held out his finger and it perched.

"You're pretty. I think I'll call you...Seth. That's a nice name."

[thescarletnargacuga]

RACEWAY AU SHADOW!CAINE (SETH) FANART FROM THE SHOWTIME SERVER

Art by @paper-fowl

Art by @00belle00lovely00

I had a feeling the bad boy would become a fan favorite hehehe 😈

I like the use of green fire, gives him Maleficent vibes!

(It's going to stay silver in the story, but I like the color choice for the art)

[wondwaeland]

They always tell you to be aware of what lurks in the shadows. They never tell you to fear what's waiting there.

Guess who got inspired to make DARK VERSIONS?!

I got quite a chunk planned for these guys.

shadow!Caine IB: @00belle00lovely00

shadow!Pomni: ME! (at least this ver.)

[finzphoenix]

First batch of DC charms/stickers is ready (I think)! ^-^ Tomorrow I'll try to put them up and order a few samples :>