#tw bad parenting

[rocmxmstuff]

May I get a fic or drabble with 404 taking care of his and reader's kid, please?

~ Silva Daemonium

Done and done! Anything for you, darling - I shall always be hopelessly and platonically your biggest simp. This was a cute request to do, though. I don't think he'll win any parenting awards any time soon - but hey, your child is still alive!

Dark Moon and Stinky Paw [Requested] (NauseAxe_404 x Reader)

🐑 ♡ Many thanks to my usual beta, Sycamore, you're the best, sweetie ♡🐑

Too sick to stay awake, you ask 404 to watch your child for a bit.

Teen and Up, No Warnings, F/M, Other/M, Tag(s): Parenting, Oneshot, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Jealousy, Sickness, POV Second Person, Character POV, AFAB!Reader

Find it on ao3 ♡ WC: 1,993

Thank you Silva for coming up with the name for the child! S4 is a mix up of Superstar and 404, and it's a perfect fit!

404 crouched beside the sofa with his head nestled in his arms. A fuzzy sense of warmth mingled with the intense fear that had been gnawing at his insides. You looked so frail - super adorable - but bad. Well, you didn’t look bad in the sense that you looked bad. It was just that you were so weak normally that when you were sick you sort of… Deteriorated.

It worried him.

He contemplated letting his hand slide from the armrest to check your temperature, but he didn’t want to touch you if it meant he risked disturbing your rest. You needed the sleep. Waking you up wasn’t an option, but what if you needed something and couldn’t tell him? What if you were dying?

Tears welled in his eyes at the thought.

If you were awake you would say he was being silly because your heart was still beating. He could hear it nestled away safe in your chest, and yet he worried anyway because you couldn’t directly say that out loud when you were sleeping. That was the problem. Thoughts weren’t enough. He needed you to tell him it was okay.

Instead, you’d given him a cryptic remark he was left to decipher all by himself: a nap would make you feel better. That didn’t answer how long you were meant to sleep. He didn’t know if you wanted anything from him outside of your simple request for him to watch your kid. For all he knew, it was some sort of test, and he was eager to pass it.

A whole new fear gripped him as he flew to his feet.

He was meant to be watching S4.

From where he stood by the sofa, he couldn’t see any trace of his son. His fingers flexed over the nonexistent axe that was also missing, and the image of S4 dragging it across the floor earlier leapt to the forefront of his mind. He’d been so impressed at the time that his son was strong enough to move it around that he’d never bothered to pay attention to where it was being taken.

You were going to hate him.

The thought repeated itself in his head over and over without respite as his nails dug into his palms. Sure, he’d learnt a lot about keeping himself grounded, but without his axe - he’d never done those exercises without it. It wasn’t the same. His empty hands shook in front of him while the floor seemed to drift further away from him.

You needed him.

He wasn’t going to let you down. He repeated it under his breath to combat the thoughts in his head, and he began to check around the room. Once again crouched, 404 peered beneath the sofa to see nothing but stashed photos and dust. S4 wasn’t hiding behind anything either. There was nothing.

So he moved onto the next room. Nothing again.

Panic threatened to consume him when the faint sound of the typewriter left 404 bolting through the nearest door with a bang. The walls rattled at the force of the impact, and if 404 had looked back, he would have seen the door hanging by a single hinge. It fractured into two separate boards where his shoulder had made contact with the wood.

“Pops!” S4 exclaimed, not fazed in the slightest by the sudden entrance. “Important letter. Look.”

The rip of paper from the typewriter grated on 404’s ears as his focus itself was torn between multiple things. His axe was propped up against the chair. S4 was stood unharmed on the chair waving a bit of paper in his direction. Somehow, he’d gotten into the room to use the typewriter.

“Y-you should be careful with that…” 404 began. “You know who it b-belongs to.”

“It’s okay. It’s not broken, see,” S4 motioned to the typewriter before he dropped down from the chair. He made sure to grab the handle of the axe, and he dragged it behind himself until he had sufficiently crowded 404’s shins. Despite how much the kid had grown, the height difference between them was drastic enough to leave 404 looking directly down.

All the while, he struggled to get a word in edgeways as S4 explained all about the evil ghost down the hall. Apparently, he had stolen the most dangerous poison in the world and baked it into palmiers.

“The letter said - hey!” S4 cried out before that creature like laughter spilled from him.

Hanging from the axe about seven feet from the floor, not even a good shake could throw him off of it. One hand kept itself secure to the axe while the other waved the letter in 404’s face. It was hard to laugh at the display.

Having the axe back felt good too.

He tilted it to the side so he could check S4 over. There weren’t any signs of injury on him, which also helped to calm his nerves. No matter what happened, as long both of them weren’t injured when you woke up, you’d be happy with him. That sneaking sense of pride had crept back up on him too after a few seconds ticked by.

No doubt the kid would have hung there all day if he was allowed.

There was so much of you in S4 that it would always come as a shock whenever he saw himself. The teeth had been the first indicator, and they still seemed a bit too big for his mouth. He was definitely a monster - a perfect monster given his awesome combination of parents. That didn’t mean he was ready to test if S4 was as immortal as he was, but he was definitely strong.

“The letter!” S4 pleaded. “Please!”

“What does it say?”

“It says we have to be friends with the evil ghost to steal the poison cake. But I am going to be friends with the evil ghost and steal the posion cake and kill him or he might make something bad again,” S4 explained between his laughter. “I need help.”

404 blinked idly at this, trying to piece together what was being asked of him. Was this one of those pretend ones again where nobody actually got hurt? The scenario was too suspiciously reminiscent of their baker neighbour to not warrant the thought that S4 might be plotting to attempt actual murder. How did you even kill a ghost if a ghost was dead?

No, he’d be able to.

The rabid thing in front of his face had a good shot of doing some serious damage too.

“Does that make us the heroes?” 404 asked. “Do we have a team name? I feel like if we’re going to stop evil we need a team name or something cool like that, you know how they do in that show we watched?”

As he lowered the axe to the ground, S4 let go and snapped 404 out of his hero fantasy at the way he tumbled to the ground and fell onto his back. There’d been no time for 404 to react given the unprompted action, yet S4 picked himself back up without so much of a whimper.

“The Wolves! Wolves are cool. I’m called Dark Moon. The strongest, mysterious alpha that takes down the biggest prey.” S4 began to stalk towards the doorway on all fours. “But I’d share because I’m nice too.” He stopped, and turned his head to 404.

“You’re Stinky Paw because you stink!” he laughed, speeding off before 404 could protest. He understood they were just playing, but his name sucked. At the very least he should have been Night Stalker or something.

A more pressing issue arose though as he passed by the broken door. Hopefully he hadn’t woken you up. The last thing he wanted was for your recovery to be any slower. When he entered the living room, his heart almost stopped at the sight of S4 on the table getting ready to howl.

Before he could, 404 covered his mouth. He didn’t know how he’d moved that fast, and even S4 seemed shocked as he wiggled in his grasp. A muffled voice sounded from behind 404’s hand, but he needed to speak first.

“You have to be quiet in here, okay?” 404 pointed towards you, and the voice died down. “Think you can promise me that? I have to be quiet too. Superstar needs lots of sleep to feel better…”

He released S4 who apologised in a hushed whisper, his eyes darting to the sleeping figure beside him. They both stayed like that for a moment, and 404 found himself beginning to worry again for your safety at the way you just laid there.

How long would it take for you to feel better?

He was losing himself.

“Sorry for - I’m sorry for g-grabbing you like that,” 404 soothed.

“It’s okay. I was being noisy.”

It wasn’t okay, but he appreciated that S4 was taking on board what he’d said about being quiet. Part of him wasn’t functioning great with how much he was having to repress, and he just wanted to sit by your side until you woke up again. He didn’t even notice he was staring at you until a hand found his. S4 slid from the table, unable to hold 404’s hand when he took to the floor, but he beckoned for him to follow.

And he did.

S4 guided him into his room and proceeded to remove everything from his bed.

“Carry these,” he instructed 404, who was soon holding everything from pillows, to plushies, and blankets. “Water. We need water too.”

Of course 404 also had to get the water on account of S4 not being able to reach the tap. Everything was brought back into the living room, where 404 was instructed to put the water on the table as S4 took the blanket and wrapped it over your sleeping frame.

“I don’t think a blanket is a good idea…” 404 piped up. When asked why, he told S4 to check your temperature. He gasped, shooting off into another room and leaving 404 to put a pillow beneath your head. He slid it beneath you with baited breath, terrified he was going to wake you up in the process. At least he was finally doing something good for you.

S4 sped back through carrying a handful of tissues. Water trickled from between his fingers. There was a trail on the carpet to show where he’d been, and he squeezed the excess water out before placing it on your forehead.

“Oh, good idea!” 404 said. “Is it cold?” S4 nodded, asking for help folding up the blanket that they placed beside you in case you wanted it later.

“Do you think Super Fang will need anything else?”

Despite the twinge of annoyance that your name was better than his too, 404 shook his head. You deserved an awesome name, and you deserved to feel better. If there was anything else they could do, he was sure he would have thought of it.

S4 gave you a hug for good measure though, and he was careful not to wake you up as he told you to hang on a little longer.

“We’re going to get the life potion for you Super Fang,” S4 said. “Then you will feel better. I love you.”

404 watched as S4 kissed you on the cheek, and he stepped in to hurry along his son.

“Go listen and see if the evil ghost is in. We’ll need to plan our first move around whether or not he is, Dark Moon,” 404 said, and S4 left the room at breakneck speed. A piercing howl sounded in the hallway, and they definitely didn’t have stealth on their side. But 404 had you for a second.

Just you.

“I love you the most,” he breathed, brushing his lips against yours. “Feel better soon, my Superstar. I can’t live without you.”

[melpomenelamusa]

I´ll always be there to protect you - Caretaking

~Original story~ Previous

Hurtcember DAY 16: Bruises

CW: Child abuse (implied).

"Did your father hit you again?"

Moi ​​turned his head, as if that way he could prevent his friend from seeing his black eye. It was useless, anyone who paid a little attention could notice it even from a distance.

Liam clenched his fists.

"Someday I'm going to kill your dad," he announced, with the greatest seriousness an eleven-year-old boy could have.

"He... he said it was to teach me a lesson," Moi said timidly. "He said it's so I'll learn..."

"That's wrong!" Liam exclaimed. "My parents have also hit me to punish me, but never... Never like that."

Liam wasn't just talking about the black eye. He knew that under Moi's long-sleeved shirt, under his shorts and his spaceship socks, he would find evidence of years of physical abuse: marks left by his father's hand.

Moi's shoulders began to shake and his eyes to water.

"I-I..."

But he couldn't continue, because Moi suddenly found himself wrapped in Liam's arms, who hugged him tightly, stroking his back with soothing movements, just as he had seen his mother do.

"I'm going to protect you," the boy told him. "I'm going to protect you and make sure he never hurts you again."

Liam's determined words finally caused Moi's tears to roll down his cheeks. He hugged Liam back, as if he wanted to merge with the other's boy body. Moi loved Liam, he was his best friend. And he knew that Liam loved him too.

He was just beginning to feel calm returning to him, in Liam's arms, when a voice like thunder snapped him out of his little moment of peace.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

His father's figure stood out from the patio door, watching the two children with a grimace of disgust. In one hand he held a can of beer and in the other a cigarette. Moi pulled away from the hug and stood up quickly.

"D-dad..." he began, not knowing what else to say. His heart hammered hard in his chest and ears.

"Stop hitting Moi!" Liam shouted, standing up and covering his friend with his body, like a barrier between him and the man. “He hasn't done anything to deserve this, so stop hitting him or I'll call the police!”

"Liam..." A sigh of admiration could not help but escape the other boy's lips.

Moi's father's eyes opened a little more, revealing the red threads that surrounded his iris and pupil.

"You..." he hissed, as he took a step forward with his fists clenched.

"I-I didn't tell him anything!" said Moi, standing between them. His voice was a screech of terror.

"Don't you dare hit him!" exclaimed Liam, getting back in front and holding his position firm. "If you want to hurt him... You'll have to walk over me!"

At that comment, the man stopped. A cruel laugh escaped from his throat.

"Moises..." he said. The way he pronounced that name was mocking, as if he were talking about a plague and not his own son. "Is this the only thing you can do? Hide behind another child like a sissy?" 

"He's not just a boy, he's my best friend," Moi suddenly announced. A sudden force had seized hold of him deep within. "And I love him."

At those words, his father's face changed into a mask of surprise, almost comical. Liam turned his head, his big blue eyes watching Moi. His lips formed a small "O" and his eyebrows were arched upwards, but soon his gaze softened and he gave him a tender smile.

The two boys held hands and it felt like a bond or a promise. A challenge or a dare.

Meanwhile, Moi's father shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He took a sip of beer, swished it around in his mouth for a while and then spat it onto the yellow grass at his feet. His eyes locked on Liam like the barrels of a gun, as if he wanted to incinerate him right there.

"You think you're so brave, huh, brat? You don't know what I'm capable of..." And then, addressing Moi, "Let him go."

Moi ​​felt a shiver, but he didn't let go of Liam's hand, tightening the grip of his fingers even more. He felt how the other responded, squeezing in turn. Even when he could feel fear paralyzing him, he wasn't scared, at least not like when he was alone. Now he had Liam at his side.

The man looked at the children for a while longer, before turning around and entering the dark house.

"This will be the last time you disobey me," he announced, like a sentence or a curse, before disappearing.

Moi felt his legs tremble. If it weren't for his friend's touch, he would have collapsed to the ground the instant his father's back faded through the dark mouth of the house.

"I will protect you," Liam said softly, his eyes fixed on Moi's. They seemed like two stars.

“I know,” the other replied. A small smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

That night, Moi’s father didn’t hit him. In fact, you could say he ignored him, sunken into the living room armchair with the TV on full blast. The boy went to sleep with his stomach full with the leftovers he managed to get out of the refrigerator.

Before putting on his pajamas he couldn’t help but look in the mirror at the landscape of bruises on his body. His father was an expert artist and his son’s body was his canvas. His brushes were the belt, the flip-flop, a bat, beer bottles or even his heavy hands, which left red, purple, black or yellow marks on the boy’s dark skin. It was an unpleasant image. Moi looked away, got dressed and threw himself into bed.

When he was between the sheets, feeling a little safer, he remembered Liam and a warm feeling enveloped his young heart. Liam would be his new guardian angel from now on, he thought. He could protect him from his father's fury.

And with that hopeful illusion, Moi finally fell asleep.

Next

Thanks for reading! ☀️

[thebisexualwreckoning]

Quickly coming to the realisation that my father will never accept me for who I am and that providing me with money whenever I want it does not a parent make and that he’ll never love me if he ever discovers who I really am

[mywingsareonwheels]

Transphobic parents bewilder as well as enraging me.

I mean, seriously. You have an awesome kid, and but you're rejecting them because they're not the gender you thought they were?!!!!

FFS. Get a grip.

[fairymime]

asked my dad to leave the ace trainer league and focus on gym stuff since. Technically I stayed a few months. He didn't specify length. And to get my favorite boy out of probation.

he said he's not surprised because I'm so. "sickly and girly" and "unsuited for real battle". but that he still loves me, he's just a bit disappointed. but what else Could be expected from a changeling child. If the fairies didn't take away his Real son that son would be an ace trainer.

Nevertheless they still want me home for summer vacation and winter festivities and he's . Okay with it because he felt he knew it. But he doubts I can make it to gym leader. Trainer at best. He's keeping me in school because i'll "most certainly need it if you want to get anywhere".

at least meanwhile's not in danger of being taken away anymore, hey, silver lining. I'll submit my removal papers online.

anyways acab right guys :''-)

[prettybloodandribcages]

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her so fucking much I hate the fact that I know it's emotional abuse and I can't do shit I hate the fact that I'm stuck with her I hate her I hater her I hate the way she treats us I hate the was she lies I hate the way she believes shit that isn't true I hate her I hate her I hate her I don't think I'd cry if she died. I think I'd prefer I'd she died before she got any worse.

[nikoisme]

This pain will linger with me still, I pray this too shall pass.

[goofyrpmaniacs]

(The globe plays this memory)

Jas: What are you two-*stops and stares at the memory*

TW: Bad parenting

*as past!Alex and the child were playing, Jasmine sees a genuine smile on Alex's face, but suddenly, there is a huge shadow looming over him and the kid.*

Alex's father: My boy...what on earth are you doing?

A (8 years): I'm playing with a friend, father!

Alex's father: What about your schoolwork?

A (8 years): I am currently taking a break! I promise once we are done playing a game of chase, I will return to my schoolwork!

Alex's father:.....No. You will come back to the castle at once.

A (8 years): Wh-why???

Alex's father: What good will it do you if you interact with the common folk? Do not trouble yourself with them, they will poison your mind. Come, we must head back to the castle.

A (8 years): B-but...*turns to the kid*

Kid: *saddened look*

A (8 years): *looks at his dad* F-father...he wasn't--

Alex's father: Are you disobeying me, boy?

A (8 years): *worried*.....N-no father....*walks with him without looking back*

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally getting help (prt 4)

Masterpost

The bats worked through the night, coordinating and researching everything that needed to be done. Distortion showed up on the camera which they assumed was Vlad trying to get in but he didn’t manage it. After he finished trying from multiple angels including somehow from directly above (well Zatana did say invisibility, intangibility, and flight were the minimal powers they should expect from creatures of the infinite realms.) He turned human again and spent a long time banging on their front door.

He tried to call the cops but commissioner Gordon called Bruce directly to get the full story then told Vlad it could be dealt with in the morning. Zatana was also coordinating people heading to Amity, a full on raid of the GIW, and the Fentons.

Batman and Superman were collecting all the information that the raid team was sending out and workshopping public statements they could sent out to the public and the government about the unacceptable things they had found and the steps the JL was taking to fix it. The government was not going to be happy they knew, with the JL ‘over-stepping’ into their business and actually getting the word out about the atrocities a branch of their government and their pet scientists had been planning. The JL needed to get out ahead of it before the narrative could be twisted against them.

It was first thing in the morning when they did a live broadcast from the watchtower with Batman, Superman, and Zatana telling the world about the parallel world existing harmlessly along side their own, and the way the government tried to exploit it. The atrocities committed under the name of the Anti-Ecto acts with the ignorance of the public as a cover.

It was at the same time that Constantine, Dick, and Cas were raiding the Fenton’s home. Of course they were armed, but so were the bats, and they were used to fighting people who were armed. It wasn’t a particularly hard fight.

A redhead was sitting wide eyed at the kitchen table. “Can’t we just have one normal day!” She suddenly snapped but she was glaring at her parents, standing up and slamming her hands on the table.  “First you send Danny away with Vlad even though you KNOW they hate each other and it’s a school day and now this! What did you do to bring the heroes down on us!?”

“I don’t know Jazzybear!” Jack half whined as he was forced into power supressing cuffs to neutralize his minor super strength and sat down in the living room.

“I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding, don’t worry sweetie,” Maddie added, both of them were dressed in jump suits which did not help their supervillain vibes.

“it’s not a mistake mate, you’ve been messing with shit you really shouldn’t. And that portal in your basement is a fucking beacon welcoming a war. You’ve gone unchecked for too god damn long, we’re taking over things now.” Constantine told them before stalking down into the basement with Tim on his heels, Batman would be joining them as soon as they were done their press conference.

Cas stayed to watch the parents and Dick approached Jazz gently. “Hey can I talk to you in private please? It’s about your brother,” He said gently and she stiffened immediately. Looking at him in a way that made him feel like she could see straight into his soul and froze him to the spot. After a moment though she just sighed and nodded, beckoning to him to follow her upstairs, to a room that was probably Danny’s not her own. She sat on his bed and grabbed a bear that had been sitting on the edge, waving for him to sit at the desk.

“So, what do you know?” She asked with a sigh.

“Well, last night Vlad took Danny to a Wayne Gala, one of Bruce’s daughter Cas is really good with body language and clocked that something was wrong so she and one of the other kids got him away from Vlad and out of the party. I guess he really needed some adult support because he broke down and told them a lot, about the Phantom thing, the ghosts and… something you’re not going to like. But first I want you to know he’s safe, Bruce Wayne is a licensed foster parent and he’s taking good care of Danny, you can come live with them too if you want.

“We’re going to deal with the ghosts and the GIW and everything else now, I can’t promise by the end of this you won’t need somewhere else to go. I have a feeling if Batman and the Martian family have anything to say about this your parents will end up in prison for their unethical experiments.”

“As long as Danny is okay,” Jazz said firmly. “I was only staying to take care of him anyway, just get me emancipated and a scholarship for Gotham U so I can study while still being close to him I’ll be fine. I’m almost 18 as it is.”

Dick nodded, she was a smart and driven girl, she knew what she wanted, he could respect that. “Now, the thing you won’t like…” he trailed off and took a deep breath. “Danny is pregnant.”

“What!?“ Jazz blanched, gaping at him for a long minute. “That can’t be right! I mean I knew he was trans but he’s usually only interested in girls, how would he even-“ She cut off her eyes widening. “It was Vlad wasn’t it?” She gritted out with an expression the promised excruciating violence.

“Yes,” Dick said shifting awkwardly in his chair.

“Right.” Jazz said and got up, coldly calm. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” She grabbed a baseball bat from next to Danny’s bed that seemed to be glowing slightly then marched to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and pulled out two odd looking guns. Before Dick could say much of anything she had vaulted out of the window and taking off down the street.

“Oh dear,” Dick muttered faintly before heading back downstairs. “Hey Cas can we turn on the news, some sort of local station?” He asked. Cas nodded and searched around for the remote, turning it on to find the channel was already on local news.

Vlad was already on there, talking about how it was awful Bruce Wayne had Kidnapped a local child Danial Fenton, and he could not be allowed to get away with this just because he was rich! But that didn’t last long, they watched for a few minutes before a blur of red hair and blue rushed past the camera.

“YOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER YOU CREEP!” Jazz said as she came out swinging and she must have quite the arm because her first swing sent him nearly flying off the stage. He scrambled to get up as she lunged at him again.

“Now Jasmine you’ve clearly been misinformed, I didn’t do anything-“ His muffled voice was cut off as she swung the bat again and he yelped as she hit him in the stomach.

“YOU GOT HIM PREGNANT! YOU DID THIS! YOU SHOULD BEHIND BARS NOT BEHIND A PODIUM YOU FROOTLOOP!” She shrieked as she swung again and this time he managed to dodge. The cameras following them as Jazz chased him down the street, the sound of his supplications and her shrieking fading out as they became more and more distant.

It took a frantic moment for the camera angle to switch to something else, maybe a drone, which was able to follow them down the street.

“You Don’t UNDERSTAND! I didn’t want to hurt him! I just wanted a perfect son! If he had just agreed to be my son none of this would have happened! When I knew it failed I told him to let them die!” Vlad yelled at her, though that did NOT seem to comfort Jazz at all. She had devolved into shrieking book titles like curses as she chased him with the bat and shot at him with the guns though her aim didn’t seem very good.

Well they had him admitting to it on camera now. As he watched a new actor joined the fray, a girl in a red jumpsuit holding a blaster.

“You did what to Danny!?” She demanded as she pointed the blaster at Vlad.

“Oh cheespuffs!” Vlad breathed, his eyes widening as Jazz trailed off letting who must be Red Huntress take over the chase as Vlad shouted about how he had made her! He had given her her weapons she couldn’t use them against him! Which did not seem to be stopping her.

The camera fuzzed out for just a second and then Valery was chasing a ghost with red eyes and a white outfit. Cas was laughing silently at the show and both of the Fenton parents seemed to be in shock. A few minutes later Jazz walked back in through the front door looking tired.

“Turn that off please,” she sighed as she put the bat down.

“Of course,” Cas agreed and picked up the remote again, turning off the tv. 

“Vlad didn’t actually do that, did he Jazzy?” Jack asked softly, he sounded so hurt, as if he had any fucking right!

Jazz looked at him blankly. “How many times have we tried to warn you about him? How many times has Danny told you he didn’t feel safe with Vlad? But as usual you couldn’t see past your own desires. I’m going to go see if the trenchcoat guy needs any help getting into your files,” She sighed before vanishing downstairs. 

Dick glanced at Cas, and then followed them, she would have no trouble watching the Fentons and staying quiet whereas Dick felt like he was about to explode. Batman joined them before long and between the three of them they shut the bulkheads on the portal and locked them, secured dangerous chemicals and devices, and downloaded everything they could. There were plenty of prototypes and blueprints, and stuff that could generously be called research.

It was obvious these people were geniuses but it was even more obvious that at some point they had become careless and obsessive. Half of the writing on the blueprints wasn’t legible, dangerous chemicals were not in proper containment, and the weapons were not locked up. Looking at all of this it wasn’t surprising that two of the people they had been involving in their research suffered exposure, it was a surprise more hadn’t. It was easy to tell when Bruce came down he was horrified, it was in the way he froze when he saw the lab, as if his brain was struggling to process just how irresponsible the Fenton parents had been.

“You must be Jazz, it’s nice to meet you. Danny speaks highly of you,” He finally rebooted to say when she waved at him. 

“I love my little brother, I always did the best I could to keep him safe from… all this,” Jazz said gesturing at the lab with a sigh. “I wish it had done any good.”

“You did plenty of good,” Dick put in. “Trust me, to a kid having someone care about them can make all the difference. 

“All those nights I patched him up after he came back from fighting ghosts. He healed fast but still. I can’t believe… he’s already been through so much and we knew Vlad was up to something! Ellie said she was our cousin but she looked just like him, I should have kept a closer eye on-” She cut off and shook her head. “He’s a good kid, of course if he couldn’t give the babies up, even if it would be better for them if he did. I hope he knows I’d support him either way, I hope he didn’t not tell me because he thought I’d be upset at Him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Dick assured her gently. “Being a big sibling is hard, I know. But trust me you’re doing a great job, better than I did with my brothers,” he said, patting her shoulder. “You can ask him yourself later though. We have a lot to get done today to make sure he’s safe.”

She nodded stubbornly and doubled down on her work, directing them occasionally to where she knew they’d find more weapons or logs. She knew her way around the lab to a disturbing extent. 

Bruce and Dick both got a notification from Agent A saying that after a substantial sleep in Danny had woken up and was having breakfast. He seemed worried about the family but he was taking it alright, especially since he knew they were busy people. It did motivate Dick to clear things up as soon as they could so that they could get back to Danny though. The last thing he needed was More stress!

They had plenty of evidence of the Fenton parents breaking the law to call the police and have them taken away which gave them all the time they needed to strip the house. They got everything they could and decided to leave Constantine at the house to watch the portal until they could figure out how to shut it down completely without causing any damage. It seemed unstable so they didn’t want to risk it just now, especially without Danny’s input because according to Jazz Danny had made genuine connections in the Infinite Realms. 

They wrapped up this stage of the investigation before dinner after being up for about 36 hours. Of course they weren’t Done, there was still plenty to do investigating the government, how they’d gotten away with this and if they had any other nasty tricks up their sleeve. They’d have to manage any backlash from this unilateral move, and they’d have to figure out what to tell the public about Danny since Bruce would be fostering him. But all that could be done after having a family dinner with their new brother and a nap. 

part 5

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[icarusredwings]

Thinking about how protective of his kids Wade would be. Like he does not give a fuck. Logan could be a little bit too harsh and make their child cry, and Wade would unload his gun plus an entire SECOND clip into his gut and then put his foot on his throat, lean in, and be like:

"Don't you EVER talk to my fucking kids like that ever again if you want to stay in this house. You're here because I let you be. I don't need you* I can just as easily replace you** and I sure as hell won't let you treat our children like how we were raised. Do I make myself clear?" And if Logan doesn't agree within a certian amount of time, Wade would just shoot him in the head and walk away.

"....Papa?"

"Yes sweetheart?"

"...what happened to daddy?"

"Daddys taking a nap honey. He'll be alright in a couple minutes don't worry baby. Hey are you okay? You know daddy doesn't mean the things he says, right?"

The child nods, wiping tears from their eyes as Wade hugs them and kisses their head. "Daddy wasn't hugged as a kid, that's all. Hey! We should order pizza! Would you like that?"

And they nod softely but are still concerned with the fact that they saw their dad (who by now is sitting up) bleeding out on the floor two seconds ago.

"Oooh, Heeeyyy. Well, mornin' sleepy head! How was your nap. I think you had something to say to you. Don't you, Wolvie?" 😃

"I... uhm... Sorry kiddo.. I- i didnt mean to yell at you like that.."

"Awww! Great! Now we can go to Vinnies as one big happy family! Yaaayy!" 😊

The moral of this story is- Wade Wilson don't play when it comes to his kids.

*lies.

**another lie.

[drathe]

the cycle

Enver and Urge had really shitty childhoods ngl

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

"Hello." A dull thwack sound reverberated across the rooftop, leaving the boy who snuck up on Red Robin clutching his head. The boy, a meta if the large animal ears and tail were anything to go by, shook off the pain and pouted up at him, "What was that for?!"

The vigilante was unrepentant, holding his bo staff in a ready position, "You snuck up behind a vigilante at night. In Gotham."

"Okay," the meta conceded, still pouting. "You have a point there. Robin threw ninja stars at me when I tried to approach Batman."

That got Tims attention, "You tried to approach Batman? Was there something you needed?"

The kid suddenly got serious, "My mom went missing. I haven't been able to contact her for almost two weeks now."

Red pulled his arm closer to his face before he began typing on his wrist computer, "Can you tell me her name and date of birth?"

"Um." The other teen fidgetted with his tail a bit, "Okay, so...she's kinda Cheetah."

"...come again?"

"She's Cheetah. The...the supervillian."

Red Robin stared at him, and honestly who could blame him? The bats hadn't even known Cheetah had a son. "So why are you in Gotham? Why not ask Wonder Woman for help? Cheetahs one of her rogues not ours."

The teen shook his head, "She went to meet someone in Gotham before she disappeared. She seemed really agitated before she left, almost scared. I've never seen her like that before." He paused, giving the vigilante time to type before continuing, "I didn't go Wonder Woman since I figured I would wind up needing to talk to a bat anyway since its your turf and all." He said, waving a hand as if gesturing to the city around them.

"I wasn't aware Cheetah had a kid."

The meta grimaced, "she didn't until a year ago."

Red gave him a look, as if urging him to go on.

The meta chuffed, sounding a lot like whatever big cat he was supposed to be, "I'll only tell you my tragic backstory if you promise to help me find my mom."

"I'll find your mom." The bird said without an ounce of hesitation. Tim was a little offended. Did this guy think he was going to leave his mom in danger just because she was a criminal? Appearently so, seeing as the teen looked so relieved at his words.

"Okay, so my bio parents were evil mad scientists. Always a bad start, anyway they were obsessed with the occult and one day they suddenly took me and my sister to Brazil to hunt for some artifact of another. That alone was strange but weirder still was the fact my creepy godfather was paying for it all. He usually only does something like that when he's plotting "

"Plotting?" The detective interjected, "you make it sound like he does that often."

"Yeah. Hes a supervillian." The meta said casually, as if he didn't just leave Tim reeling, but the kid wasn't done yet, "He's had a massive crush on my bio mom since collage and never let it go no matter how many times she rejected him. She even married my dad, his best friend, and this dude just kept simping for 20 years." The teen rolled his eyes, "Hes convinced himself that if he murders my bio dad then my bio mom will fall in love with him and me and jazz will be "his"." He said that last part with fingerqoutes and a disgusted expression.

Tim filed that away for later, "Can I have his name, if nothing else?"

The teen seemed reluctant for a moment, "You're the worlds greatest detectives. You'll find out even if i try to hide it. Besides, I'd probably be better off if you and the Justice League know everything anyway."

Tim was...surprised by that. Most people usually weren't this open with them.

"His name is Vlad Masters, he also goes by Plasmius when he's dressed like a wannabe vampire. He's a ghost who's repossessed his corpse. My parents are Jack and Maddie Fenton, who are obsessed with ghosts and have convinced themselves that all ghosts are evil and must be destroyed, regardless of how much evidence points to them being wrong."

"And your name?"

The meta grinned at him, showing off four very sharp fangs, reminiscent of the large cat he takes after, "You can call me Jaguar. We were exploring a bit when I broke off from my family and got jumped by one of them. Suddenly I was struck by a claw and turned into furry bait. Fluffy stopped trying to make me his lunch and just stared at me before walking away, which was wierd. Then my parents found me, accused me of being a ghost, because thats naturally what someone would assume when thier son sprouts cat ears," he said while rolling his eyes.

"Naturally." Red joked, which had the benefit of making Jaguar smile.

"So my parents chased me through the jungle, shooting all the while, then suddenly a portal opened up in front of me. I'm not stupid, I know there was no way this wasn't a trap. I mean, a portal opening up right after that bizarre series of events and its the same shade of glowing green as the wierd death go my parents are obsessed with? There's no way they weren't related somhow, but I was desperate and jumped through anyway."

"I landed in another jungle, or the same one in a different location, I'm not sure. I tried hunting and foraging but wasn't very successful at either." Danny still remembered the throbbed in his head when he had headbutt that tree after missing his pounce on that pig he had been stalking. "Thats when Cheetah found me. She took me in and taught me to hunt and fight."

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Possible plot twists:

1. Danny isnt Phantom in this au

2. Danny is Phantom in this au but is trying to leave that life behind

3. My favorite. Danny has the ability to manipulate and control animals into doing his bidding with the effect of jaguars and other big cats being the most prevalent and he just doesn't realize it.

One of Cheetahs friends/allies realizes cheetah has changed and suspected something and convinced her to leave for a while to see if her care for this kid faded after a while away from his presence. It works and Danny loses another parental figure/possibly attacked by them too.

[prettybloodandribcages]

And now my mother has mentioned my dad. Ah, so it's definitely going to be a horrible no good day today, isn't it ~. I'm going g to hear her screaming about how she hates gay men and using slurs and threatening to murder people who don't exist or haven't done anything wrong and screaming about how we need to move as far away as possible and how much she hates everyone and how if someone else went through what she did they would be dead, so obviously me telling her to please stop is actually incredibly cruel.

I cannot wait to get out of this house.

[threepandas]

Bad End: For Us

My sister is the only one who actually knows me. Who looks at me and... and actually SEES me, for who I am. It's because she suffers too, I think. Is beautiful. In that way that drives men too distraction. Poets too the page, artists too a medium. They look at her like she is art, magnificence and beauty given form.

Not a person.

Living, breathing, with thoughts and feelings of her own.

She is... is just BEAUTY to them. Delicate features and graceful limbs. Refined and splendid. A lovely voice reducing all her brilliant thoughts to mere sound. Who cares? How clever and educated, how wise or dignified, she may be? She is decoration. A pretty thing to look at. A prize to be held and won.

And... and I am a cute little pet.

Eternally the toddler, to be pampered and dressed in bows. Girlish things, no matter how old I grow. Handled instead of spoken too. Because somehow I am a child. Fuckable, yet... a child. Cute, innocent, naive. Not because I AM, but because they SAY so. Because it matches their fantasy of me.

I fear what will happen if I dare break that fantasy, with how much they control my life.

My Sister, alone, is the one who SEES me.

And people try to convince me she is... what? Jealous? Bitter? Because I am somehow "stealing" the lecherous eyes of her unfaithful man? I don't want them. I don't want ANY of them. Reborn, somehow, as a Protagonist in some game amongst countless, I can predict the plot points as they come. Read the troupes.

Bah. I am no spunky little bright eyed thing.

As I lay, draped over my sister's splendid skirts, in her private writing room, she quietly sips her tea and writes return missives. Strokes my hair as I hide, curled up like a child against her legs. If the ridiculous outfit I was shoved in would allow it? I would cram myself under her desk. Hide there instead.

As it is? I sit like some sulking maiden, an exhausted pet, seeking comfort in the only refuge I HAVE.

They will not leave me ALONE.

The Knight. Some brash, meat headed, "I'll take care of you" type, crashing into every quiet moment I try to have. Loud and presumptuous. Disdainful of my academic interests.

The Playboy. All too forward "romantic" gestures and ignoring obvious discomfort. More wrapped up in HIS feelings then considering, for even a moment, my own. Selfish and dramatic.

The Duke. Cliché and terrible. "Kind" to no one but me. Endless expensive gifts, pressuring grand displays, and eyes that linger possessively. Violence at the drop of a hat.

But oh, let us not forget the ASSASSIN! Yes, the LEADER of the ASSASSIN'S Guild! That somehow, someway, decided I was a prize worth possessing. A cutesy little "interesting" doll. That? Gods only knows, what will happen when he grows bored.

Lingering and haunting me. Crawling through windows. Standing too close, to touch my hair and drop cryptic bits of information that always hint at terrible things. Having to watch my words so SO carefully. Lest someone end up DEAD.

And let's not forget the WORST offender! The most clingy of them ALL!

My sister's FIANCÉ.

The Crown PRINCE! Yes, not some average noble, but a ROYAL!! And the man can't CONTROL himself! But does anyone else care? Noooooo! It's ROMANTIC. True loooove~! Aren't we CUTE together? Surely my Sister, his FIANCÉE, is just JEALOUS. How VILE. Disgusting, they scoff!

I should start throwing chairs.

This house is a nightmare.

I curl closer to my sister. Releasing her skirts to slip an arm around her waist. Hugging her, pressing my face close. She puts her cup down with a soft clink. A second hand joining the first to stroke my head. Cup my cheeks.

"My Dearest, you can not hide against my skirts indefinitely. As much as I would love to let you." She says, voice soft and cool like swirling mist, tilting my face up so she can look me in the eyes. "You DO need to eat eventually, as do I. Unfortunately, I can not keep you here forever. Come, help me plan the wedding. We can look at cake styles."

I'd rather be planning a funeral.

"Not until I get a son out of him, I'm afraid."

Wut.

I blink, not sure I heard that right. Look up at my softly smile sister. No. No, I probably didn't. Wishful thinking maybe? Or I've just been around Stabby too much. I scramble to my feet. Fighting my own girlish abomination of a skirt. I hate it. It's cutesy to the point of mocking. I'm in my TWENTIES for God's sake! Not EARLY twenties either!

Why do I have a BOW ON MY ASS?!

Because I am the Protagonist. Baby faced and Pwecious~☆. Fucking INFANTALIZED. I could BITE.

I sigh, take the arm my sister offers me, and tuck myself into her side. Rest my head upon her shoulder. It's a little uncomfortable, with all the jewelry she must wear. But damn it! I want my cuddles!

I bask, as we walk, in the comfort it brings.

She's strong and graceful. Smells like a delicate spring morning, all rare flowers and new growth. A hint of expensive spice. I LOVE being the little sibling. When it's HER that's treating me so. Because she makes it precious. Comfortable. Like we could spend our lives, together like this. The best of friends.

Happy.

If only people would... you know... stop trying to FUCK me. I prefer my hobbies. For God's sake, I'm RICH and a second child. I HAVE basicly no responsibilities except "don't embarrass the family". Or that WOULD be the case? If our parents weren't so intent on... "pushy dating advice".

"Would you like some lovely news, Dearest?" Whispers my sister, as she sweeps us past some upset looking maids, towards the tea room. I nod. "I've made some wonderful headway with some... ambitious gentlemen, about your little cockroach problem. They are quite efficient. I'm likely to recommend them."

I stiffle a snort. Oh my god. My sister sent thugs after a few of the suitors? Holy shit! That's amazing! Is THAT why I haven't seen them around lately? They got scared?

We settle in our seats. Tea and snacks. The maid looks... nervous. Weird. My sister smiles kindly, somehow startling the poor thing, making her flinch. Oh dear. I try to smile reassuringly. No harm no foul, right? Yet the poor girl reacts like I've cast myself into a lion pit for her. Flees.

....I'm beginning to suspect someone is abusing our waitstaff.

It's probably that bastard lech of a fiance.

We need to keep him away from the maids. And me. Women in general honesty. If I had my say, he wouldn't be allowed near my SISTER either. But she insists, and- Oooh! This one's CUTE! Sis, Sis! LOOK at the little details on this one!

"Hmm? Oh that IS lovely! Do you like it? If so, we shall sample it at once. I want the day to be perfect for us, Dearest. You're my world after all. There's NOTHING I wouldn't give you. A shame though, that our parent's will likely be too sick to see me wed."

It really was. I had my differences with them, but... it was their DAUGHTER'S WEDDING you know? Whatever they had caught, during their endless string of parties, was ravaging their health. It seemed agonizing. Slow. Yet even in the midst of planning her WEDDING, all the gossip and backstabbing, my sister dutifully visited them. Brought them tea and kept them company.

I didn't know how she could bear it.

She was a better person then I, I guess.

[horse-surgeon-barbie]

maybe we STOP playing house ,, we're not good at it