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Just watched the fanf movie with @cogzandsprings . Shoutout to the movie of all time.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

Years later, a child is born. You are their mark.

Everyone is born with a clearly visible mark that denotes which God created them. It has been so for time immemorial. Then, markless, you are born.

Chapter ten is up! Come check it out.

Danny: Oh, just because we're Not Human we're not WORTH the effort of being saved? Are you kidding me? You call yourself heroes??!

DPxDC Prompt

Normally summoning an ecto entity in the DCverse isn't a problem the Justice League Dark needs to solve, there is absolutely no ambient ectoplasm in their universe, the ectoplasm they do have pools and stagnates becoming completely unusable for ectoentities. Any ectoentity summoned usually burns all their ectoplasm on the trip to the circle before literally fading once they arrive, it is unfortunate, but without energy to keep their form no ectoentities can survive the trip.

Or so they thought.

The only reason they arrived to stop this cult is because they didn't know at first what they were summoning, once they arrived and say the ghost speak runes it was pretty clear they didn't need to waste energy trying to stop the summoning. One member who didn't know about the realms or ectoplasm was worried about the circle, so they decided to calm their fears by letting them see how harmless the summoning is, let them witness for themselves.

So the circle lit up a sickly green as the entity was used as a battery to their own summoning, the circle began to ripple and bubble as it turned from concrete into a pool of glowing ectoplasm, a portal. A hand of glowing white reached through, and the rest of the being was quick to follow, one of the members witnessing who was more aware of what would occur was heartbroken to see a teenager pull themselves through.

Once the being was completely through they lost all energy and fell to the floor which had returned to concrete, but instead of fading like they expected, the kid disappeared in a flash of blinding white light.

What was left in the circle was a very much human teenager!

Maybe they were needed after all.

I read something to this effect once. Sobbing in my bed at three AM, because despite it being an AU, it didn't change. The tragedy was not averted. Despite their best efforts, NOTHING CHANGED.

Nothing changed.

And that destroyed me.

Green Lantern: My only weakness is the colour yellow.

Green Lantern: *Looks over to Danny eating various, inedible green things at Flash's insistance*

Green Lantern: And that guy, apparently.

DPxDC Prompt

Danny rarely eats around the Justice league, usually eats before his shift or afterwards. One day during an Luthor emergency Danny is forced to head in early without breakfast which makes him more irritable, he phases Lex right out of his mech suit and rips the kryptonite right out of his grasp.

Flash zips up to Danny as Batman cuff Luthor and asks if he's feeling alright, Danny grumbles that he is starving and that he missed breakfast before eating the Kryptonite right in front of the Justice League. To say they are shocked is an understatement, unfortunately Danny excuses himself before they can get an explanation.

Later when working with the Bats they are caught in an investigation of the League of Assassins, forced to engage they inadvertently discover a new Lazarus pit and Danny immediately disengages with the assassins as he flies to the pit with a shriek of excitement. Before Batman can stop him, Batman along with a whole room of assassins are struck dumb by as Danny leans over the pit and starts DRINKING IT.

Batman is struggling to find a connection between the Lazarus pits and Kryptonite as he is updating Danny's profile at the Watchtower. Not a lot is known about Danny's species, most of the knowledge is kept to the Ecto-entities themselves and even more so after the Anti-ecto acts.(even thought they have been repealed)

He steps away from the profile closing down the Watchtower computer to get more info from the source. He finds Danny in the gym with a Green Lantern in a mock battle, Lantern constructs seem to be the only thing the Justice League has to combat Danny's phasing ability which is both frustrating and relieving to know, standing to the side he watches Danny get grabbed by a hand shaped construct of Green Lantern energy.

Danny struggles for a bit before grabbing the construct by his teeth and TAKING A BITE OUT OF IT! Danny pauses along with the Green Lantern, both shocked but for different reasons, Danny lights up exclaiming "That's good!?" before ravenously going after the construct as Green Lantern shrieks and recalls the construct, only to get tackled by Danny who demands more.

Flash cackles "You should have known this would happen! Phantom can eat anything green and glowing!"

Batman freezes, that can't be it, but as he considers that facts he finds they re the only variables that all three things have in common…

Danny eats the color green.

Gordon: As much as I appreciate it, I don't quite understand why you're doing this.

Johnny: Oh, I had a pretty chill deal with the vigilante in my last haunt. If he found out I was causing too much trouble for the locals he'd drag me back, lol. He's a good kid.

Kitty: Yeah, we're gonna TRY to stay on the right-ish side of the law. Unless the GIW shows up.

Johnny: Oh yeah. If a government organization dressed in all white shows up, we're not holding back. We will go feral and fuck with them and anything they do, damn the consequences.

Gordon, definitely going to sic Red Robin on this mysterious government organization: Noted. I'll try to keep them out.

Kitty: Oh, would you? That's so sweet.

Gordon: I like the people with ghost powers on MY side, thank you very much. This city doesn't need any more rogues.

Short DPXDC Prompts #981

Johnny 13 and Kitty decided to switch their haunt to a more gloomy area. Gotham City was the perfect getaway for the couple. Lots of crime, rampant gas attacks, and a wonderful motorcycle racing scene. Everything is perfect except for financials. See, ghosts technically don’t have identities in the government's eyes. Robbing every time you need something isn’t ideal and can get magic users to hunt you down. After a few weeks of searching Johnny strikes a deal with Barbara Gordon and Jim Gordon of the GCPD. His job is to be a rat/informant of gang and villain activity in Gotham.

Danny: I'm not dealing with another crazy, evil rich person!

Damian: Evil?

Dick: Another?

Bruce, concerned: I promise I'm not evil.

Danny: That's exactly what an evil rich person would say.

Danny, deaged to ten and on the run, sees the Batmobile parked in an alleyway and...well.

He's seen it in action. It's...decent. It has weapons and stuff, sure. However; it could be so much better than it is, it just needs some tweaking.

So he pulls out some tools from his backpack and bypasses the security system, getting to work. Dick, covering for Bruce and being Batman for the night, returns from his solo patrol to the Batmobile-only to see a scrawny runaway kid elbow deep in the engine.

In his ear, he can hear Jason laughing at him.

@simplestoryteller

Y'all'd've.

The power of a spell is inversely proportional to the amount of words in its name. You, hated and exiled, invented the first single word spell:

Damian was having a very, very bad patrol. A group of cultists had ambushed himself and Nightwing, and kidnapped them both for a ritual. From what Damian had gleaned, it was a summoning ritual for an entity of ice and snow to bring an eternal winter to the unworthy. Or so they said. And also required a blood sacrifice. Which Damian was.

Damian barely registered Nightwing's shouting from the corner where he had been tied up. They had taken him too so the other Bats had less of a lead. This was highly unfortunate, given that the leader was seemingly nearing the end of the ritual, knife hovering over Damian's chest.

Was this how his brother felt? Before he was killed? Not the same, his brother couldn't have known what was happening. But this dread, this anticipation. Was this what his brother had felt? Before he was stabbed through the chest and discarded into a pool of green?

How ironic that Damian was going to be stabbed through the chest. But there would be no pool of green, only red. At least this time his Father would have a body to bury.

The chanting rose along with the knife. Nightwing screamed. Damian kept his eyes open. He would see his demise. He would not look away.

The knife came down and Damian's vision was consumed by black. There was a choked breath and Damian could no longer hear Nightwing.

Dying hurt less that he thought it would. Then the black in his vision shifted. It was... a person. The black-clad back of a person, sitting up and forcing the cultist to stumble back. Had one of his family arrived in time, only to sacrifice themselves for him?

No, none of his family had pure, glowing white hair. Had the ritual been successful? But the sacrifice had not been completed. The person grabbed the knife and pulled it out of their torso.

There was no spurt of blood as there should have been. Instead, the knife gleamed with dripping bright green. The same toxic green as Lazarus water. The being discarded the knife on the ground, ignoring the cultists and their frantic murmuring and Nightwing's renewed shouting.

They turned around and Damian couldn't breath. He had seen pictures of his father when he was younger in the manner. He had seen what his father looked like at Damian's age, as a teenager, and as an adult. This being, with their Lazarus blood and Lazarus green eyes and his father's teenage face smiled at Damian.

"Hi little brother," They said. "Couldn’t let you get sacrificed, now could I? That's my job, y'know,"

(Danny had gone to Clockwork for answers. Danny had gotten answers. Danny had not been happy with those answers. Clockwork had told him that his little brother was about to be ritualistcally sacrificed, and would Danny like to do something about that? Danny very much would. And Danny did. Time to say hello to his alternate dimension extended family.)

DC x DP: The Real Blood Son

It's a year after Damian came to live with them that he decides it is an excellent time to bombard Bruce with his news.

"I had a blood brother." He says to Tim after the other commented how important blood meant to Bruce-ie, not enough to make him get rid of his other sons. "He was the first from the artificial womb mother made with Father's DNA; however, he was disposed of once his heart condition became known. I highly doubt you will last even twice as long Drake-"

"What"

Bruce didn't know that he could make his voice that cold. That dead. What in the world does he mean disposed.

Damian goes still. The kind of still where he isn't sure if he just earned a punishment and is trying not to react to the fear. "My elder brother. Did mother not inform you?"

"Damian," Bruce struggles to level his tone at Dick's hard stare. "She hadn't even informed me of you. Please, can you explain more about your brother."

The youngest nods. "He had no name, but he was my biological brother. He was forced to grow to age of three before they realized he was defective. Grandfather had him sacrificed to the pit."

Jason growls "what do you mean?"

Damian looks confused- as confused as he can with his league training kicking in. "The Lazarus pit is made from the bodies of young virgins. No older then ten. They are sacrificed in exchange for the Infinite Realms' power to sink into the water. The children are not aware of what is happening to them until the very end. They do not suffer."

Bruce feels sick.

They talk a bit more, on how certain followers throughout history were more then happy to offer the great Ra's their own children to renew the pit. How Damain had watched three children when he was seven be sacrifice- it happened every five years- and how the children were given the best week of their lives.

They purposely given the most joy they could feel before the blades to make the Pit as pure as possible. He talked a lot about watching the youngest- five years- be laughing and splashing in the Lazarus water before his mother cut him down, his screams drowning in the green liquid.

"They say the Pit absorbs the last emotion of the sacrifice. Grandfather hopes the children realize the importance and honor they have to be ended for a glorious cause, but occasionally a few are disloyal. When Todd had taken a dip, the previous Renew, had a brilliant girl who figured out what was happening and attempted to escape. She failed, of course, and her arm was amputated in a mission, but she died angry. That's why Todd had such strong madness compared to-!"

"SHUT UP!" Jason roars suddenly, eyes glowing green, and for a brief moment, Bruce swears he hears an undertone of a young girl in his scream "SHUT UP! YOU DONT KNOW ANYTHING! YOUR OWN BROTHER IS IN THERE"

Damain scowls "it's a honor. My brother's body was defective. But he at least had aidded in a glorious ritual."

Bruce can't help it; he leans over the BatCave Railing and hurls his dinner. Damian finally realizes that something is wrong.

They host a funeral for his three-year-old son, who died without a name, and place his gravestone next to his parents. They explain to Damian why the Renewal ritual is horrific but Bruce feels it take years before his son can see that.

Jason, went out into Crime Alley to let off some steam and had been going on a rampage against the underbelly of Gotham. He can't find it I'm himself to stop him.

Bruce asks Constantine to come over and do a small ritual, to hopefully unbound his child and let his son soul move on. Constantine warns that with the kid's name it may not work and that they could only free souls they share blood to but the English man tries anyway.

They send his son their prayers, and hopes. And they try to put him to rest.

Across the Infinite Releams to three dimensions to the right of the Wayne's soul resting ritual, The Fenton's adoptived son, Danny Fenton jolts in his English Class.

The strange stabbing scar above his heart- which is why he never takes off his shirt- burns then cools as if someone had tried to place the temperature-changing ointment. He rubs his best, confused.

What was that?

He'll have to check with FrostBite. Maybe his heart condition is acting up again. It happens every five years even though no doctors his parents have taken him to could figure out what it was.

Until Frostbite. The yeti claimed it had something to do with dark arts, but he's unsure what type.

Frostbite is still doing more testing.

"I wish you had lived, brother. I wish I knew you name"

The wind whispers, and Danny feels a flash of deep longing and grief before it's gone. Yeah, he needs to talk to Frostbite.

Constantine: There are hyper specific manners, and if you break them you will join the kings court as an undead thrall.

Batman: Okay. Young man, you need to eat healthy.

Danny Phantom, teenager, also King of the Infinite Realms: Okay Mr. Batman.

Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me-

Constantine was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, hands flying as he went over the rules of dealing with Infinite Realm Nobility for the eighteenth time.

Bruce tried to pay attention, really. But he'd already memorized this speech of the Laughing Magicians, and all there was really left to do was wait for their turn to meet the High King.

A flash of movement caught Bruce's attention, and he found his eyes drawn to a completely human teenager meandering his way from one of the side doors and towards the refrigerator stocked with "mortal friendly snacks".

Bruce kept quiet as he heard the teen muttering to himself about "aw yeah fuck yeah fiji water fuck yes", and let Constantine drone on and on about how they were probably the first mortals the King had ever met.

The teenager behind the ranting man stocked his arms full of Fiji water, chips, and cosmic brownies.

Then the Teen turned and realized Bruce was watching him.

Bruce shook his head minutely.

The teen slowly turned back to the fridge and put everything but the Fiji water back. That and the cosmic brownie.

Cautious blue eyes met his, and the kid raised an eyebrow.

Bruce scowled.

The brownie was quickly replaced with a banana.

Bruce gave a slight nod and looked away.

The teen darted back through the side door.

He didn't know who the kid was, but eating healthy was important. And, okay, maybe his own experience with kids had shoved its way to the front of his brain and taken over.

At least the random teenager in the Land of the Dead would have a healthy snack.

Two more minutes passed before the small entourage was allowed into the antechamber.

A glowing, floating boy was hovering just above the throne. White hair, glowing green eyes, a crown that looked like it was made of shattered pieces of space glittering above his head-and a poorly hidden half empty bottle of Fiji water peeking out at them from behind the throne, kept company by a single banana.

...Huh.

He had either told the Kings servant what to feed the King, or...

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms, I am Phantom, High King. For what reason do you seek an audience?"

Oh. Nope, nevermind on the servant theory. That was the kids voice.

Bruce had directly told the King of an entire dimension what he could and could not eat.

De-aged Dead on Main

I swear I saw a post earlier today that someone was making a fic about Danny and/or Jason getting de-aged to their death age and I can't stop thinking about how cute that would be

Like imagine, Danny and Jason are already either best buds or dating and some ghosty nonsense or magic turns them back to 14 and 15 respectively. They both just look at each other like 'shit, what now?' And have to figure out how to turn back

Non of Jason's "built like a fridge" clothes and gear fit him so Danny, being a lil smaller, lends him some of his stuff (which is still big bet closer). And then they go off as little mini Hood and Phantom trying to solve their problems.

I need this in my life. I will be reading that fic once it's out and if I find it.

Jason is kind of in shock. The kid makes puns and nerdy little references and seems to take joy in being Robin. Is this the ghostly personification of his childhood dreams and innocence?

Tim was four days into a sleep deficit so he felt that to say that this predicament was his fault was a bit of a reach.

For it to be his fault he would have had to cognizant of the last 16 hours.

All he wanted to do was take a power nap in the nearest closest durring the Waynetech gala but nooo Bruce had to be taken hostage by the Joker.

So he did what he thought would work best and shoved uncle Clark into the nearest emergency bat storage and told him to suit up.

Maybe he looked a bit more confused than normal but they didn’t need a reporter they needed Batman!

That being said wasn’t uncle Clark supposed to be off-world?

Oh no.

———————

Jack honestly had no clue what was happening for the last six months so when he was told to be Batman he merely just shrugged as the frankly exhausted teen left him to his own.

With his son turning out to be part ghost to the government hunting down his said son and having to move shop halfway across the continent.

This might as well happen.

Grinning like a kid on Christmas, Jack plopped on the finishing touch.

“Oh Danno is not going to believe this!”

Raising a cloaked arm with a flourish Jack struck a pose.

“Alrighty Jack enough messing around! Time to save the party, Fenton style!

Shifting his feet, Jack took a deep breath before smoothing his face the best he could. After all, couldn’t have a smiling Batman! Before walking out the room and taking running leap through the wall to the streets of Gotham before grappling to the nearest building.

Danny, under his breath: Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Gaslight, gatekeep-

DPXDC Prompt #43

Danny had kept many secrets from his family over the years. He kept his history as an ex-assassin secret, the fact that he had a twin a secret, the fact that he had died (well half died), and he kept that he was technically king of all ghosts a secret too. He was gearing up to tell his parents about everything he was and this trip to Gotham that they were planning.

There was a science convention that his parents were invited too. Little did they know a group of cultists were planning on kidnapping his family as a sacrifice to the ghost king, they needed 5 and they figured the Fentons would be good, a family of ghost hunters getting sacrificed to the king? They needed a 5th so they also kidnapped a Damian Wayne.

now all 5 of them are in a room, Danny doesn’t even know what’ll happen when the summoning doesn’t work and he knows it won’t seeing as you can’t summon the king into a room he’s already in.

Danny shows up at one point, looking confused because Dad was supposed to be home hours ago. And now his dad has decided to take up crime fighting? Is Danny... a bad influence??!

But his dad encourages him to join in crime fighting, it's a bonding activity, I just want to get to know that part of your life better, and well. Danny's weak.

He steals one of Tim's old Robin costumes, and decides to be Robin for the night. The moment he spin kicks a thug shouting, 'batter up!' the batkids know: they have a new sibling.

Note, Danny was not in Phantom form the entire time. He was entirely part of the black haired blue eye Robin squad.

Tim was four days into a sleep deficit so he felt that to say that this predicament was his fault was a bit of a reach.

For it to be his fault he would have had to cognizant of the last 16 hours.

All he wanted to do was take a power nap in the nearest closest durring the Waynetech gala but nooo Bruce had to be taken hostage by the Joker.

So he did what he thought would work best and shoved uncle Clark into the nearest emergency bat storage and told him to suit up.

Maybe he looked a bit more confused than normal but they didn’t need a reporter they needed Batman!

That being said wasn’t uncle Clark supposed to be off-world?

Oh no.

———————

Jack honestly had no clue what was happening for the last six months so when he was told to be Batman he merely just shrugged as the frankly exhausted teen left him to his own.

With his son turning out to be part ghost to the government hunting down his said son and having to move shop halfway across the continent.

This might as well happen.

Grinning like a kid on Christmas, Jack plopped on the finishing touch.

“Oh Danno is not going to believe this!”

Raising a cloaked arm with a flourish Jack struck a pose.

“Alrighty Jack enough messing around! Time to save the party, Fenton style!

Shifting his feet, Jack took a deep breath before smoothing his face the best he could. After all, couldn’t have a smiling Batman! Before walking out the room and taking running leap through the wall to the streets of Gotham before grappling to the nearest building.

Dick is delighted by this theory, and is riding it all the way to the scene of the crash. Yes, I was sustained on rats and the first time I had McDonalds I cried. The first time I saw the sun I thought the world was ending. I'm the prototype, that's why I'm so peppy and they're so not, there was a mixup in my sequence.

thinking about today. Batman having to take an injured teammate who doesn’t know his secret identity to the Batcave and they just assume it is his House. like oh yeah Batman lives in a big, spooky underground cave, full of literal bats? yeah that checks out.

Fae thinks it's funny to take trans people's dead names, is shocked when they are given a lot more names willingly. Is this the start of a fae warlock patron? More at 11.

Got called 'madam' for the first time today which was unexpected but what really got me was that when I looked down at the guy's nametag it was my fucking deadname on there

Number 3, I can imagine when Duke joins the family and gets introduced to everyone, he just points at Danny and is like, "Oh, and who are you? It's cool to not be the only meta in the family,"

Cue confusion.

Sketches for DP x DC ideas that I have (click for clarity)

1) Duke’s been seeing Danny around Gotham for a little while, and he’s always thought that he looked like a miniature star. For the first time, he meets Danny in person and is surprised to see just how cute he is up close.

2) Jason introduces his girlfriend to the family and now they’re trying to figure out why she’s so adaptable and seemingly used to their craziness. In reality, she has a bunch of crazy siblings too….

3) Danny is a creature of the pit. The moment Damian tamed him within the League of Assassins, Danny had stuck to his side and protected him. Unfortunately, none of the Batfamily know about his existence…

4) Jazz saves an injured bird and it’s been with her for quite some time. She’s very fond of it. Now if only Jason could somehow turn back into a human and come back to Gotham to see his dad and maybe ask Jazz Fenton on a date.

5) Danny, weakened and shrunk, tags along with Batman in order to save his strength, knowing that just his presence would be protection. Batman is oblivious to his little passenger. Everyone else is wondering if they’re imagining the Tinker Bell wannabe on his head.

6) Batman expects Danny to fight a Poison Ivy-esque villain, but instead, Danny and his hacker friend seem to be encouraging her??

7) Conner falls in love with an affectionate half-ghost who has more in common with him than he thinks.

8) Stephanie meets a cute boy as her civilian self. Score! Now if only she could figure out why he kind of has a lot of similarities to a certain vigilante she knows…

Billy is thinking about damage control. Billy is panicking. Billy has several gods screaming frantically inside his head about all the different things he should do. This leads to... not exactly ideal solutions?

Cause one moment Billy's in a meeting room, the next he's bolting through the Watchtower, snagging the containment device and throwing himself through a sudden and convenient portal that opens up next to him.

Well... Billy hopes this isn't going to turn out TOO bad. When he looks up to see several dozen gods and frantic Ancients, Billy has doubts about this turning out anywhere near good.

Shit.

DPxDC Prompt

If you asked anyone who knew of the Infinite Realms, they would tell you "Any trouble caused by a Realms being is solved by a Realms being, if you interfere with the Realms balance you better be prepared for every God, Old and New to turn on you" Unfortunately for the Justice League, they didn't ask anyone who knew about the Realms when the United States government came to them about a rogue spirit that has been causing destruction across the mid western states. With the anti-ghost tech given to them by the government and the Fenton's, they took down the threat promptly, containing the spirit within a device they now keep on the Watchtower. (due to not trusting the government with it) It wasn't long after that the more super powered heroes started noticing their powers weakening. Superman could no longer feel the sun as strongly, Wonder Women could feel her godly power distancing itself from her, the Flash was slowing down. They couldn't figure out what was causing it, but the longer it went on they began to notice a change in those without powers as well. Batman didn't blend into the shadows as seamlessly anymore, Arrow's aim wasn't as accurate. They had taken the Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms hostage and in doing so have fallen out of the Gods favors. The longer they keep the Prince captive, the more the weakness and back luck becomes dangerous for them. The Gods have never been very patient

#artists

Clark, vaguely panicking: Uh, so, a really important part of being Superman is to care about everyone, right?

Kon, with stars in his eyes: Right!

Clark: And that extends to helping people out, with like, day to day, non-worldending things.

Kon: Right!

Clark: So I've decided, to help you on your path, you're going to do something that I did. Something incredibly important to who I am today. I would not be the same Superman without this experience.

Kon: Awesome! What is it?!

Clark: Community service. There's this really great farm, the Kent farm-

I wish you’d write a fic where Kon is actually born stronger than Superman because of how that would vastly change their relationship dynamics

God, I am IMMEDIATELY fascinated by the idea of Clark being faced with someone who is just undeniably and completely above his weight class, but said someone thinks HE'S the ideal to aspire to and wants to be JUST like him and thinks he's this insurmountable ideal who can't EVER be matched or beaten. And like, not to be an asshole here, but how many times in his life has Clark actually met someone he KNEW he wasn't stronger than who wasn't, like, a Doomsday or a Darkseid? Someone he KNEW that he couldn't just physically force into submission if shit went wrong; who could never really actually HURT him? Much less been around someone like that for extended periods of time?

Much less someone like that who wasn't even full-grown, and therefore was probably only going to get STRONGER?

Like, really. How many times?

Clark, internally: This kid already has all my powers after roughly thirty seconds in the sun and could LITERALLY crack the planet in half with that TTK of his but sure, sure, I'M insurmountable. This is fine. This can't possibly end poorly. A MORE POWERFUL version of me who was BORN with those powers and who doesn't understand people's falibility or imperfections or shades of gray and thinks I'm PERFECT, and wants to be just LIKE me. Who didn't grow up with anyone like Ma and Pa, but in a TEST tube. Right. Yeah. This will end so, so well.

So obviously letting this kid fly off to Hawaii with minimal supervision and ethics that were installed by morally-dubious scientists who wanted to mind-control him is just NOT gonna work, but what, is Clark supposed to tell this kid who's mostly a stranger who he IS? Explain Clark Kent, and how Superman isn't perfect; how it's just a persona? A face he puts on so he can help people, but not its OWN person? Not something real or sustainable?

What's this kid going to think, if he tells him that?

What's this kid going to DO, if he tells him that?

Afab Flash: OMG, you're trans too? Samesies!

Afab Billy, who also has an amalgamation of the previous Marvel's stuffed into his head along with all the powers: Really? That's awesome!

You know what must be crazy! Billy going to a museum and seeing Captain Marvel in a painting or artifact. Billy is just living his life doing the one of the free things that won't kick him out, that's also separate from his hero life, and he sees one of the past avatars.

Or Captain Marvel goes to a museum in one of the Justice League's cities sees himself and freaks out. It's even worse if he's on a stealth mission with the League trying to catch a thief.

Cap: Oh my Gods!

Flash: What?

Cap: That's me in the painting fighting demons!

*Points to a painting of a woman covered in blood with a sword in one hand and holding the neck of a demon in the other, screaming like a banshee in what looks like hell*

Flash: !!!!!

I feel like Bruce Wayne projects the kind of amiable playboy 'fun' vibe that he'd be the type of celebrity that certain interviewers feel comfortable surprising with puppies.

You know the kind of shows I mean.

The late-night talk show situations where they're making benign small talk with their smiling guest, and there's a segment where animals get brought out, usually to talk about some sort of ecological relief effort.

So you're watching your trash TV talk show late at night, and you get to watch billionaire pretty boy Bruce Wayne be begrudgingly talked into holding a (relatively) harmless creature which inevitably gets a lot of delighted shrieks from the audience as it starts being a lot more active than the handler promised. And to his credit, Bruce doesn't flinch, he doesn't freak out. But his eyes are a little wide, and his voice a little tight as the smile on his face takes on a slight rictus quality before he's inevitably rescued by an apologetic handler who is also laughing because they all know there was no real danger, it was just funny to put Bruce, who is an undeniable good sport and already laughing along, out of his comfort zone for the sake of charity.

Meanwhile, up in the Justice League headquarters, several founding members of the League are wondering how fast they can get a fake Oscar award shipped to the space station because fuck off. Absolutely fuck off, Bruce. Where the fuck did he study? Juilliard? (Probably.)

(Clark ends up going to a novelty store during the commercial break. It's faster than trying to get anything shipped, even with the infrastructure Bats built for them. He finds it several days later taped to his console in a conspicuously empty briefing room. It's gaudy and awful, the words "Best Actor" engraved on the plaque. No one's around to see him smile. No one comments when it vanishes. Everyone thinks it's been yeeted out an airlock. Dick absolutely comments when it shows up in the manor, stashed in one of the trophy cases that sprung up for all the bat kids' school awards. Bruce has no idea how it got there. Must have been Alfred. (It was not.))

Anyway, consider, for your amusement, Bruce Wayne getting highjacked on The Gotham Toight Show with a handful of wriggling puppies and, for a split second, not having to pretend he's delighted to be there.

ao3 writers staring at their inboxes 0.2 seconds after posting a new fic

I DID IT I DID IT !!! I’ve been trying for so long aaaaaand I don’t know if I could draw them again-

Makes me happy tho

A bold reporter (hi Lois) asks Batman, because half is shtick is that he's full human. Batman stares at them, and tells them, "You mess with any member of my family? We all come together, united against one ememy. And now you're going to see what happens when we all have a common denominator,"

Batman walks away, and the government has +2 to their panic level. The Robins had all hacked the Pentagon for FUN, oh god(s) what are they going to do? Batman let the feral ones off their child leashes for this, oh gods they're going to all have fates worse than death.

Duke, meanwhile, is greatly enjoying the mew family bonding activity! Going to protests, in and out of uniform, booing government agents, it's great! He loves his family.

So apparently Danny is a member of the Legion of Doom. No he had not realized this until recently. He had simply been approached by some guys talking about him being illegal and a little unhinged (plus the bonus that he had powers) and how he should totally join their club. How was he supposed to know that they really meant he'd make an excellent evil genius and that their "club" was an organization bent on the destruction of the Justice League?

A Danny get adopted by Batfam angst misunderstanding fic where they find Danny chugging anti-freeze and freaking out because they think he's trying to commit suicide, and Danny who has not revealed his identity keeps getting interrupted when he tries to explain.

DPxDC Prompt

Danny can and will eat things that no living being can, his ectoplasm can break down any non-ecto based materials and turn it into nutrients and energy.

Due to this he is immune to all poisons, which is great for Danny, what isn’t great is trying to explain that to some well meaning heroes who witnessed him some highly toxic alien fruit he found. He just wants to enjoy his new snack, the spicy sweet tang is addictive AND HE WISHES THEY’D STOP TAKING IT FROM HIM!