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It would be so interesting to make Danny something akin to the Holy Spirit in DC and Marvel fics. With him being the Ghost King and all it makes him have this unfathomable amount of power that would tie into religious lore deliciously.
Unfortunately because of my issues with religion I will not be the one to create said fic. However, if someone does end up making a fic like this and it doesn't trigger me too much I will read it.
I bet the JL has a “how fucked are we” metric that’s literally just how many of Bruce’s kids are there.
Like if he pulls up to the alien invasion or whatever with just Robin, then everything’s fine. More than fine, actually, because Bruce feels comfortable enough to bring his eight year old along for the ride. This battle will take approximately fifteen minutes and they’ll all get shawarma after. Not fucked in the slightest.
But if Red Robin shows up too… hmm, okay, this is getting somewhat serious. Tim is one of Bruce’s most trusted partners; he’s the smart Robin, the tactician, the loyal one, and so if Batman brought him along then it means he’s at least a little bit worried about shit hitting the fan and wants one his advisors around. But the combined brain power of Bruce and Tim is pretty much unmatched (DC plot armor for the win), so everything will be fine, basically. Superman might take a hit, but everything’s going to be fine. Just keep calm and you’ll all make it home in time to Door Dash some Panda Express before it closes. So not that fucked.
It starts to get serious after that. When Signal and Spoiler roll up the scene, shit has definitely hit the fan. Batman’s worried enough to call in reinforcements and he’s probably doubting the League’s ability to listen/obey his orders, so he needs a backup plan in case things go really south. But with Signal’s abilities and Steph’s superpower of turning anything into a joke, chances are you’ll be okay. Maybe impaled or something, but okay. But still, fucked.
When Nightwing shows, the JL knows it’s starting to get dicey out on the field. See, Nightwing’s got his own team, his own issues—the fact that he set that all aside to help out his dad is cause for concern. On a scale from 1-10, they are at a 7. Above moderately fucked.
And… oh God. Black Bat? Most of the time the JL doesn’t even see her, but once she makes herself known and starts fighting alongside her siblings, they all start to silently freak out. Black Bat is a fucking machine and if she’s breaking a sweat trying to fight the Big Bad, things are definitely not going to go well. They start praying that Batman figures something out. They freak out. They are intrinsically fucked.
But God Forbid you catch sight of the Red Hood. The prodigal son is a legitimate killer, and if Batman’s letting him blow out brains then the JL knows he’s desperate. And a desperate Batman is not good. At all. They are definitely fucked.
As time progressed some of you people got way too comfortable on the internet when it comes to your shitty opinions. I just not too long came from watching a tiktok of girl cosplaying Momo from Dandandan and as much as I don't like the anime I still watched her doing the little dance the character does in the intro and enjoyed it, only to open up the comments and seeing them filled with the most nasty, sour and FUNKY takes.
What the hell!
I swear devices need to have a feature where it administrates electrical shocks to people everytime they type out those kinds of comments 'cause how the hell are you so comfortable saying that, you know that all it takes is one pissed off tech-savy person to track your ID and make you and your family's lives miserable right? You know your actions can still have consequences right?
It's not an opinion it's blantant maliciousness and you know it.
Help!
There was a dp x dc fic I read months (or years) ago and I need help finding it.
In this fic Danny was an adult (I think around the same age as Dick) and while walking around a graveyard he hears someone desperately trying to get out of their grave and goes to help. After helping the person, which turns out to be Jason Todd, Danny helps him back to the manor where he reunites with Alfred, then Bruce and eventually Dick (although Dick was a little jealous of him at first).
It would soothe my brain if anybody out there knows the fic and has a link or title they can give, please.
Edit: Nvm yall, I found it!
Here it is:
Tim accidently referring to the Joker as Dad but those who know about Joker Jr aren’t present and so everyone is left with the ‘realisation’ that Tim is the son of the biggest nightmare to their family.
It’s probably Jason and Steph, her there to bother Tim but Jason went to the manor for food and the two naturally started arguing. Maybe Jason tells Tim to stop costing on his case and prove a point be made against blonde, but Tim just offhandedly goes, “Later, I think my dad broke out of Arkham again but the guards aren’t doing anything. Maybe they’re in on it…”
The two present naturally look at each other with confusion and for the first time stop bickering to peak over his shoulder and see what his case is because, holy shit Tim had a villain for a dad and didn’t tell us? Only to see numerous photos of the Joker in his cell and many reports over the last week of how he’s been behaving and Jason…
Steph pushes the man out of the room when she sees his face go from frozen fear to anger, thinking it’s towards Tim and his secrecy and, while she totally gets that, now isn’t the time.
Though when they get into the Jason starts a rant about how Bruce and Dick should have told him that the monster had a child, even if that child wasn’t Tim! Jason protects kids! Did they think he’d hurt him just because of who his father is?
No!
If anything, he’d become the kids full time body guard to stop that mad man from making Tim into another version of himself!
The two naturally go to tell the others, pulling Damian, Cass and Duke into a mostly unused room and telling them what they discovered, all while Tim stays in the library working on his case.
Cass is beyond worried but also confused because he doesn’t seem to have any physical characteristics of the Joker or Harley, but maybe the mother is different? Perhaps it’s still Janet and either she had a fling with the Joker or something far worse, which makes the young girl enraged on the woman’s behalf.
Damian makes a comment about him killing Tim, not in a serious manner but more as an option, but Duke shuts it down, saying that having a villain for a parent doesn’t mean anything about who you will be. He points out those in the family of that nature and other heroes like Superboy.
When asked why they didn’t get Dick or Babs involved, Jason says they defiantly know and lied about it.
It’s only after another three hours of working that Tim catches himself referring to the Joker as dad and shuts his laptop, making his way to Bruce’s room to hide under the older man’s bed like he usually does when that happens, only to overhear what his siblings are saying.
Tim presses his ear against the door to hear better.
“If that maniac had a kid, surely he’d have told everyone he had an heir or something.” That’s Steph’s voice, filled with worry that only he and Cass could detect as she hides it under a whiney tone.
Jason is next to respond, “maybe he doesn’t know? I mean, did Tim ever even interacted with him before he became Robin?”
It doesn’t take much more than that for Tim to realise that he must have been talking aloud again or absently answered someone earlier and misspoke in front of them.
Panic fills him as he avoids telling Bruce when he gets bad, even if it’s just a small thing, because the older man will start of being a concerned parent then go into Batman mode and only just stop himself from putting Tim in the confinement cell. Sure Tim came up with the idea of the cell so he wouldn’t hurt anyone if his conditioning got too bad, but he’s learnt the signs. He’s not a mindless drone, he still knows who he is and doesn’t hear someone talking to him or anything like that.
He just… sometimes forgets the Joker hurt him.
It’s not Tim’s fault that memories of watching TV with him and Harley, tucked between them with a big bowl of ice cream felt better than most memories of his real parents.
But he knows it’s wrong, always comes back to calling the Joker his enemy.
Bruce just doesn’t get that.
Tim hears them talk a bit more, theories about who his mother might be, if Tim is safe at the manor, if Joker knows he has a son…
Opening the door, Tim stands there and stares at them as all eyes snap to him in alarm.
He doesn’t let anybody speak, cutting them all off quickly, “He’s not my dad. Go the cave and search for file number 26557933301-JJ and put in the code AGELAST, all caps.”
With that he turns and leaves, walking at first before running to Bruce’s room to hide.
He goes to family dinner and pretends not to notice the quietness or how Jason is still there, eating his food quietly and waiting for the ball to drop.
Naturally, Damian is the one to say what he wants first, “So why is okay that Tim shot the joker but I got in trouble for stabbing Bane?”
Everyone groans.
A continuation of this post:
There is a teenager in the Watchtower.
Scratch that, there is a teenager that Bruce doesn't know in the Watchtower. The boy, maybe around Tim's age, is wearing worn blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes that had seen better days.
He is wearing no mask, no suit of armor, with no weapons on him. He's just sitting in one of the seats in their larger meeting room, quite literally twiddling his thumbs. He hadn't noticed Batman standing in the doorway.
Behind him, he heard Clark coming round the corner, Bruce lifted up a gloved hand which made the man stop.
"What is it, Bats?"
Bruce sent the man a look before motioning to the boy, who had definitely noticed them now.
He waved at them.
"Who is that? Don't you normally require all your new kids wear costumes up here?" Clark asked.
"Unknown." Bruce said before giving his friend a look. "He's not mine."
Why does everyone assume it's his kid? Just because this boy has dark hair and blue eyes does not mean he belongs to Bruce. Clark has nearly the same looks as Bruce, and he had two kids, why couldn't this one be one of his?
"He's not mine either!" Clark said before frowning. "Not that I know of."
Bruce lifted up an eyebrow, knowing his friend could see it beneath his cowl. Clark rolled his eyes.
"Let's be honest if he was one of mine, you would know before I would."
Bruce grunted and turned back to the teenager. The kid was clearly listening in on them while looking away from them. Bruce watched as he tapped on the table in front of him, making little staccato noises of anxiety.
"Why are we waiting out here?" Barry asked, appearing right in a blur of red and yellow right as he did. Clark pointed at the unknown in the meeting room. Barry grinned widely beneath his own cowl, making the rubbery material crinkle.
"Batsy! Another one? You sly dog, where'd you find this one?"
"He's not mine." Bruce growled, Barry actually froze for a moment, shock slowing him down to normal speed for a moment.
"Nice joke, Bats. If he's not yours, then whose is he?"
Bruce clenched his jaw, Barry looked between the two of them, head flipping rapidly until he realized it wasn't a joke. In the corner of his eye, he could see that the unknown was openly staring at them with a smile forming on his face.
"We are in space." Barry hissed. "How'd a random kid get in here?"
"Excuse me?"
Behind the three hero pile up, Arthur arrived. The King looked less than pleased at having his way impeded.
"I come to these bi-monthly meetings due to their importance. I have an entire kingdom to manage, so if we could all move?"
"Bats has a new kid!" Barry nearly shouted.
"He's not mine!" Bruce growled while Arthur looked up and over Barry to see the unknown.
"Do we have a security breach?" Arthur asked.
"He's not yours yet!" Barry said at the same time, lifting up a finger and pointing it right at Bruce's face.
"We don't know who it is or how they got here." Clark said. "He doesn't seem hostile."
"Appearances can be deceiving, Superman." Arthur said , pursing his lips. Bruce turned to see that the boy had now waved in greeting at Arthur and Barry. Barry waved back.
"Are we having a hallway party or something?" Captain Marvel asked. "A party sounds waaaay more fun than a meeting, no offense Batman."
"We have an intruder, Captain." Arthur said pointing directly at the kid.
The kid's eyes widened and he looked behind himself before pointing at his own chest in surprise.
"He doesn't seem like an intruder?" Marvel said with a frown. "What if he's lost?"
"The watchtower is a secure facility, people don't get here by accident." Bruce said.
"I dunno, Batman." Marvel shrugged. "We have aliens, magicians, and time travelers on our team. He could be lost."
Bruce refused to admit the genial man had a point, the unknown could be from anywhere or anywhen. From further down the hallway, John and Diana appeared, walking together. Diana was holding a glass filled with one of Barry's chocolate protein shakes. John nodded in greeting at the group.
"We have an intruder Wonder Woman." Arthur said.
Diana looked through the crowd before shaking her head.
"Nonsense. He has permission to be here. Come, we should sit for the meeting."
Diana muscled her way through the crowd, still carrying the glass. She walked directly over to the unknown. The boy perked up, smiling widely as Diana held out the glass for him
"Thanks, i was getting hungry." The boy said before taking a large gulp of the shake, Diana smiled down at the boy, resting her hand in his dark hair.
"Woah. Plot twist." Barry whispered.
"Come on, let's get to the bottom of this." Clark said walking into the room, following the path Diana took.
The rest of the League followed suit, taking their assigned seats around the table. Bruce wasn't surprised to see that the unknown was sitting in an extra chair right next to Diana.
"To start the meeting." Diana said onc everyone was seated. "I do have some news to share."
"Yeah, I sure hope so." Marvel said in that strange, joking tone he used as if he were quoting something, not that Bruce had ever been able to recognize the quotes.
"I would like to introduce the Justice League to my son, Daniel of Themyscira." Diana said, putting her arm around the unknown and squeezing him to her side.
"Hi." Daniel said, waving at the group, his cheeks a bit red.
Immediately, there was an uproar from most everyone in the League. Questions and shouts of confusion, shock, and denial. Diana only allowed the noise for a few moments before she slammed her fist onto the table hard enough to crack it.
"Enough!" She shouted, quickly quelling the group. "I will not allow my decision to bring my son here be questioned."
She glared at them fiercely, still holding Daniel to her side. The boy had ducked down a bit with the shouting but was now looking up at Diana with adoration.
"This entire team, aside from Captain Marvel, has brought their young charges to the League." Diana continued, looking at each of them. "Superman has brought up two Superboys, Aquaman introduced to us Aqualad, Flash has both Impulse and Kid Flash, Martian Manhunter came to us with Miss Martian. I do not believe we even have time to list all of Batman's brood."
Barry had the audacity to snort at Diana's last point. That actually eased the tension and people relaxed. Diana leaned back into her seat.
"I would think that my team of many years would trust my judgment in bringing my son here. I assure you he is well into his training and more than competent. I will allow you all to ask your questions now."
Bruce cleared his throat near silently and spoke up first.
"What does he know?"
Diana didn't look impressed at his question. Daniel looked at her face before frowning at Bruce, clearly following his mother's lead.
"I have spoken at length about the League and how we work together. I assure you that i have not revealed any identities shared in confidence with me." Diana's tone made it clear she was offended that Bruce would accuse her of revealing their identities. He barely kept from wincing.
"Uhm. How did he... come to be?" Clark asked, clearly not wanting to ask any truly intimate details.
"In the way all children do." Diana said, giving Clark a look of his own.
That answer was not very helpful given that Diana was formed from clay by her mother. Had she taken a pottery class when he wasn't looking? Unless the boy was much older than he appeared, there was no way Diana had hidden a pregnancy from them 15 or so years ago.
"Why haven't we heard of him before now?" Arthur asked.
"Daniel was training with Pandora, one of the elders of Themyscira, she sent him here when he learnt all she had to teach. He joined me in the world of man only a few months ago." Diana answered simply.
"Uh. Excuse my ignorance." Barry said in a tone that made it clear he was about to say something very ignorant indeed. "But I thought your family only had women in it?"
This time Daniel answered, looking nervous.
"I'm. I'm trans actually." he answered, while rubbing his arm nervously.
"Which is completely fine and something that will not leave this room." Diana said, her voice comforting towards her son while her eyes promised hellfire to the heroes in the room.
Everyone made noises of agreement until Daniel relaxed, going back to smiling.
"Excuse me Wonder Woman, will Daniel be wanting to join any of the other, younger teams?" Captain Marvel asked, sounding excited at the idea.
Which of course he would, he was still acting Den Mother for Young Justice and loving it.
"That is up to him. For now I would like to keep him to myself for a while longer, but once he is further trained by myself I think it would be a splendid opportunity."
"Yes!" Daniel agreed before clearing his throat. "I mean, that'd be cool or whatever."
"We can discuss it in the future." Bruce allowed, knowing that it would probably happen sooner than Diana would want knowing how both the Teen Titans and Young Justice were. Danny nodded eagerly at that.
"Finish your food." Diana told Daniel before looking back up at the rest of the team. "Are there any more questions?"
"Does Daniel have any health requirements or powers we need to be aware of?" John asked. "Or is his physiology the same as your own?"
"His powers are vastly different from my own. It is one of the reasons Pandora had taken on his training in the beginning." Diana answered easily. "The facilities and resources we have here should work well for him in case of injury."
The knowledge that Daniel's powers were so different from Diana's that she didn't feel comfortable training him herself was worrisome. Amazons, as far as he knew, had relatively similar powersets. Although he had not heard of Pandora before, perhaps she was specialized?
"I do have, what's it called? An enhanced metabolism. Most stuff here doesn't work on me."
"Don't worry son. We have plenty of medications designed with metas in mind." Clark told Danny. "If it works on me and your mom, it willl work for you."
"Cool."
"What all can you do?" Captain Marvel asked.
Daniel turned to look at Diana who nodded. The boy then looked back at them and started listing his powers.
"I can fly. Not as fast as mom's invisible jet but pretty fast. I'm super strong. I can turn invisible and intangible."
"Intangible?" Clark asked.
"It is an ability similar to Martian Manhunter's density shifting." Diana clarified. "The mechanisms are different."
Magical, most likely, instead of John's more science based power. Bruce would have to come up with more contingencies to compensate for that.
"Yeah intangibility is pretty cool." Daniel told them. "Althought when i first got it, it was pretty scary. I kept falling through stuff. I was almost afraid I'd start falling through the whole planet by accident. I totally have it under control now though."
"I would be interested in comparing our abilities, Daniel." John said, nodding his head towards him. The boy beam excitedly.
"Yeah!"
"Not in the Watchtower." Diana warned, voice stern.
Yes, that was probably sensible. Danny agreed with his mother, and John clarified that he would be happy to meet up planetside at their convenience.
"Are those all of your abilities?" Barry asked, Daniel shook his head.
"No there are a bunch more. But I'm not supposed to use them for a while."
"Why?"
"My son is powerful, but he has relied on his powers far too much in the past." Diana said, sounding porud enough to make her son blush. "Right now, I am training his melee abilities, we have agreed to a temporary pause until he has met my standards."
"It's been super tough. Mom's making me practice with her sword all the time." Danny added on.
"My mother will be sending on your own weapon soon." Diana soothed. "Hephestes does not like to be rushed."
"I know mom."
Diana reached up and ruffled her son's hair. Daniel leaned into the affection with a smile.
"Are there any further questions?" Diana asked, when no one had anything immediately she nodded. "Good. Is there any further business? If not, I would like to take my son home for a proper meal."
Everyone looked at each other. Bruce had wanted to discuss some of his findings, but with Diana's reveal, it hardly seemed important any longer. Bruce was going to need to do a lot of research and planning. He wondered if he should get Tim involved or if he should hold off. The League agreed to end the meeting early, Diana stood.
"Come Daniel. We should get to the jet."
Daniel scrambled up and followed his mother out of the meeting room, his worn sneakers squeaking a bit on the flooring. The rest of the League sat in silence for a moment taking in what Diana had told them.
Wonder Woman had a child. A child with powers beyond her own.
Daniel popped back into the room before anyone could speak.
"Gosh, I am sorry I almost forgot. Mr. Batman, I have something for you."
Daniel walked right over to Bruce, who stared at him from underneath the cowl. The boy was not nearly as confident as his mother when it came to his glare. He cringed a bit, but reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny, silver and green flash drive. He placed it on the table and stepped back.
"What is that?"
"Mom told me you like to make contingencies for everyone. In case they go crazy or whatever. So..." The boy motioned to the drive with his hand. "I mean, it'd be weird if i made my own plans, but like, you could do it. That has all my powers and weaknesses and stuff."
Bruce grabbed the flash drive and the boy looked pleased.
"Okay! I gotta go. It was awesome meeting you guys!"
Daniel turned on his heel and ran out of the room. Bruce looked down at the flash drive, doing his best to hide his shock. No one has ever just handed him a list of their weaknesses before.
"I dunno Bats, are you sure he's not yours?" Barry asked.
the herd has been alerted
Constantine is a father??
Danny: "So, let me get this straight. My dad is a supernatural con artist with a death wish, and my mom's ghost-hunting tech is probably illegal in three dimensions?"
Constantine: "Oi, kid, it's not a death wish. It's called living dangerously. Plus, you got my charm."
Danny: "Yeah, sure. Charm totally stops ghosts from trying to eat me every Tuesday!"
Constantine: "You're doing fine, lad. Half-ghost, half-magician-what could go wrong?"
Danny: "When you're the half-ghost son of the world's most irresponsible magician…"
Her getting reverted back right before she gets executed makes me think of Gonta in a way and I feel awful 😭😭😭
I’m surprised no one’s pointed out how junko is there in the mini thh, so if imposters dead by chapter 3, Mikan would literally have a tiny junko with her and even if he’s not dead she would know she’s here. That feels like it would have a huge impact on how chapter 3 would go! Like would Mikan really kill and thus die for her beloved when her beloved is RIGHT THERE? It feels more likely to me that she still Did That to Makoto, but she’s not the killer, because her beloved is right there with her always! Maybe even literally sewn into her clothing. Which would be funny and gives me the mental image that Junko’s holding a small sign that reads “please get me away from her crazy ass I miss being able to walk”
(Mini Classmates AU Masterlist)
For this exact reason, I don't have Impostor dying until Chapter 4, lol! (I don't know whether I've said this yet, but my intention was for Impostor and Peko to do the honorable sacrifice murder/death in Chapter 4, instead of Nekomaru and Gundham.)
The tidiest way for everything previously said in this AU to still be true without getting too messy about the Mikan and Junko situation is to say that Mikan remembers her beloved and that her beloved was killed by Makoto but not that her identity is Junko. Just, that's the single omission in her memory.
BUT, it's way more fun to indeed get messy about the Mikan and Junko situation, so let's do that for at least this post, lol! (Whether it stays canon outside of this post remains to be seen, but I do love the idea.)
Because YES:
Junko having to deal with an obsessed, coddling Mikan is delightful! All of the weird attention she's been giving her cage of kouhais gets directed solely toward Junko.
There might be some amount of Junko using her or trying to manipulate her, but honestly I don't think there'd be much of it. She's already pretty far gone; Junko would find her boring.
Mikan showing her as much affection as is safe for a tiny person, if not more! Petting her head, kissing her face, tickling her tummy with a forefinger almost the size of her whole body...and perhaps squeezing her a bit too tight. Apologizing profusely if it hurts, but not really meaning it because she's accepting all kinds of feedback as positive. Junko is just biting and kicking Mikan's hands, she's playing dead, it's the best. (Lowkey kinda want Mikan to straight-up lick her, like a postage stamp.)
After all that, people are definitely going to feel bad for Junko. Like, they need to rescue this poor fashion model from Mikan's twisted affection. And Junko can play wounded gazelle so well.
A different character being the killer (also due to the despair disease) would be so fun. The trial would be so messy. Nagito would be so much more hostile toward Mikan than the actual killer.
This means Mikan sticks around and Makoto has to just know that she's still around. Nagito has reason to be super protective and cagey about Makoto even before the Remnants revelation.
Does Mikan stay in Remembering Mode for the rest of the killing game, or does she revert to amnesia after the trial and have to deal with the way everyone looks at her now? Maybe Makoto tries to encourage people to reach out to Mikan, but he can only do so much when Nagito isn't letting him anywhere near her. Plus, he is still traumatized by what she did, even if he's trying not to blame her. He's not exactly eager to be within grabbing distance of Mikan, even if Nagito weren't keeping him away.
Imagine if Junko didn't know what was going on. Like, she's still Ultimate Despair Junko Enoshima, but she doesn't have her school memories. She still doesn't know any of these people. She had a plan, but that plan was "sixteen people locked in a school", not "thirty-two people of varying sizes trapped on a set of tropical islands". She doesn't know about the Remnants of Despair. She's never met Mikan. She can arrive at some educated guesses as to why the weird nurse might be fawning over her, but it's still weird!
Red Robin aka Timothy Drake
The third Robin. After the death of Jason Todd, Batman was left without a crime-fighting partner yet again, and this time was determined to never have another. However, a young boy with a future in investigation had other plans. You see he had been there when a young Grayson lost his parents, and as a fan of the boy, Tim watched him become ward of Bruce Wayne and watched as suddenly Batman had a young boy with him on patrol. It was not obvious at first as it possibly should have been. But as time passed, he noticed the Boy Wonder was pulling off moves only an Acrobat could, including a sequence the Flying Graysons were famous for.
He figured out the identities of Batman and the first Robin and when the next Robin came along he knew then too.
After the Second Robin disappeared, Tim kept at the chance to impress Batman. He went to the manor and history is history.
He became the next Robin after much resistance from Bruce, and plenty of training.
Upon the return of Jason Todd however, he quit being Robin in protest. He has been Red Robin since. Yes, the name is very unique and far different than his last identity. He is aware, but the name caught on.
May I request more RoD Fuyuhiko and kidnapped Makoto? 😩
Oh boy, I've imagined this so many ways. Right now, I'm kind of into the idea of it being a very formal and dignified kidnapping.
Like, he's got that three-piece suit brand of villainy; he could send Peko to knock Makoto out and drag him home (and if they were close/dating in school, he does think of his home as Makoto's home, however complicated his feelings are now), but more likely he's sending a car to block Makoto's (walking) path and Peko climbs out and informs Makoto that the head of the yakuza would like a word and it's nonnegotiable.
Ideally (for Fuyuhiko), he does this before the Future Foundation gets to Makoto, but he'll find a way after, if needed. (And it's perhaps more interesting, story-wise, if Makoto has at least spent a couple of days with Future Foundation before Fuyuhiko can abduct him.) Whatever the case, he'll make arrangements to get Makoto alone, a car will pull up in front of him, and:
"Makoto Naegi," the gray-haired woman says. (Not like a question; it hasn't been a question since the killing game. At least, not a genuine one. It's so weird, to have other people know his name before he knows theirs.) "Your presence has been requested. The boss asks that you get in the car without making a scene, and nobody gets hurt."
"The boss?"
"You won't know the details until you meet the boss in person." The young woman shifts her shoulders in a way that subtly hefts the sword bag strapped to her back– which she hasn't yet reached for. "Will you come willingly and save the lives of the companions who have lost track of you already, or will you resist, be taken by force, and guarantee the blood of your companions is shed?"
Makoto's confused demeanor hardens, sharpens, the adrenaline pumping in his veins sending him right into trial mode, ready to argue, to push his way to the right answer.
But before an argument can form in his mouth, he takes another breath. And he says, "They won't be harmed if I get in the car?"
They will lie to you, he's been told. They will trick you. It's not like Enoshima's game; those aligned with despair have no rules, no honor. Especially not if they valued those things before.
"The boss gives his word," the young woman replies. "They won't be harmed."
If she's telling the truth, then he has to get in the car. If she's not...then she still has a sword, is the thing. And even without it, she's bigger and he's alone.
"Then I hope your boss doesn't squander his word," Makoto says warily.
"And I hope you aren't stalling." Strangely, the young woman smirks. The look she's giving him now is almost fond. "I've told you once before that you aren't good at it. But you don't remember that, do you?"
Before he can wrap his head around that, gunshots start going off somewhere.
Makoto's blood runs cold, at the sound of far-off screams. "You said they wouldn't-!"
The young woman merely sighs, rolling her eyes and drawing her sword from her bag as languidly as though it's a tedious chore. "They're early," she says. "Heads will roll for that. My master wanted you to come willingly. It would have pleased him a great deal."
Makoto does his best to run, but she strikes him with the hilt just hard enough to dizzy (and no doubt bruise) him, and while he's disoriented, she hauls him into the car and locks the doors.
She buckles him in while he's blinking the stars out of his eyes and nursing the sore spot. By the time he's steadied himself enough to try to unbuckle himself or reach for the car door, her blade is already hovering at his throat.
She's sitting beside him, also buckled in. The car has started moving– some faceless driver, divided from them by tinted glass. "My master would prefer that I deliver you to him untied," she informs him, "but I am permitted to bind your wrists and ankles, should you make it necessary."
"Who are you?" he asks.
"You don't need a name to address me, with only two of us here. And once I deliver you to the boss, there will be no need for you to address me at all."
"But who are you?"
With a single, almost imperceptibly swift motion, her sword returns to its bag. "I am the sword on my back," she answers. "Don't waste your questions on a sword."
He falls asleep in the car; it's a long-ish ride. He doesn't mean to nod off, but subconsciously there's an assumption that when the car stops, he'll naturally wake up.
This does not happen.
Instead, he wakes up in someone's private study.
There are bookshelves, a big wooden desk and cushioned chair. The lights are off, but there's a fire in the fireplace. Makoto is sprawled across a small couch. The gray-haired woman stands with her back to the wall and her hands folded.
And a small figure stands warming by the fire. His back to Makoto, his whole form shadowed.
"You know," the young man says, "I really didn't expect you to survive."
Makoto's hand finds the sore spot on his head again. (For some reason, he's thinking of Mondo.) "I, uh, get that a lot."
A breathy laugh. "I'll fvcking bet. What else do you get a lot?"
"...That I'm short in person? That I should've told someone about Sakura. That I should see a doctor, because that fall might have caused internal damage. That my voice sounded kind of squeaky on TV. That my eyes actually look browner than they expected, or greener. That Sayaka..." He trails off. People...say a lot of things about Sayaka. That they used to be a fan of hers but would never see her the same, that they were still a fan and they hoped it was okay with him, that they'd been rooting for Makoto to figure out her plan before...Yeah, they say a lot of things.
Why is he telling a stranger any of this?
Is he stalling, knowing this conversation is likely to get a lot less friendly soon?
It doesn't feel like it. He does feel the dread of knowing that this abduction is clearly not a friendly one; he heard the gunshots earlier. He remembers that. But something in the way the young man at the fireplace laughed, the way the gray-haired woman smiled, before...He doesn't know them, but it seems like they know him. Not in the way of the people who feel they know him from watching the killing game. Talking to them feels like talking to people who actually know him.
"That Maizono b!tch," the young man scoffs. "I could have thrown up, watching you fawn over her fake *ss all over again."
And just like that, Makoto's curiosity takes a back seat. "Don't call her that!"
"Traitor-*ss b!tch. I was glad she died first."
Makoto springs to his feet, but he's barely taken two steps in the young man's direction before the gray-haired woman has once again blocked him with the edge of her blade. "Sayaka wasn't a traitor! She never wanted to hurt anyone! That was just what Junko drove her to!"
"...And that's saying something," the young man continues, ignoring Makoto's interruption, "because I was really wondering what it would feel like to watch you die. What I would become, after. I was really fvcking curious. Still am."
Makoto's fear doesn't supersede his anger; it just shapes it. "I don't know who you are," he says bluntly.
The young man's head turns slightly, but other than that he doesn't respond.
"Who are you?"
"The kid wants an introduction." His head turns toward the gray-haired woman. Though Makoto can't see his face, the smirk is audible in his voice as he continues, "Only, suppose we like to be forgotten."
"I figured you were probably someone I used to know...right?"
Once again, no verbal answer.
"Both of you," he continues. "Maybe...from my time at Hope's Peak Academy, or maybe-"
"Did I say his *ss could speak?" the young man inquires.
"You didn't, Young Master," the gray-haired woman says.
"I don't know what you want with me," Makoto continues firmly. "Or, what you think you're getting out of bringing me here, so it would help if you'd just tell me." After a second of silence, he added, "If you're someone who thinks I killed Junko-"
"You didn't kill Junko." The young man turns to face Makoto, but the darkness in the room and the fire at his back still make it impossible to really see his face. "Junko went out on her own terms. You didn't even push the button; all you did was win an unwinnable game. And those dumb*sses sure were desperate to hitch themselves to a winner."
"Who are you?"
"Don't get me wrong, I'm still fvcking pissed off that we all missed out on Plan A. She told us all about the execution she'd put herself through if she somehow lost, but Plan A was always a surprise. She was so sure she'd win."
"Who are you?"
"But that's not why you're here." Suddenly, the young man grabs a fistful of Makoto's shirt and drags him close. They're face to face. Makoto sees golden eyes and freckles. "No, you're here because I was denied the chance to watch you die. And like I said, I'm really fvcking curious."
Before Makoto can conceive of a response, he is shoved backwards to the carpeted floor.
"Take him to his room."
"H-Hey...!" Makoto winces as the gray-haired woman grabs him by the upper arm, yanks him to his feet, and drags him from the room.
Saw Wicked in the theatre yesterday and let me just say I did not expect to enjoy it that much. I feel a new obsession starting to form in my head and I'm liking it a lot.
Popular for me was my favorite 🩷
Defying Gravity is easily second 💚
The Ring of Rage needs a babysitter.
The Ring of Rage, oddly semi-sapient in the way that all ghostly objects tend to be, keeps trying to break into the sarcophagus to get onto Pariah Dark's finger.
Normally, fine. Go sit on the finger of someone locked in Foreversleep, not like it'll change much. But if that ring manages to crack open Pariah Darks comfy forever-box, the Pariah Dark wakes up.
Again.
So Danny, as the current Ghostly Heir-Apparent, having earned his place as Pariah Dark's son by right of combat (ew), is tasked with wearing the Ring of Rage in the human world, so as to forcibly keep it away from Pariah Dark.
So Danny wears it, even though it clashes with a lot of his everyday clothes. Because, like, it does tend to look really evil and give off some bad vibes.
Danny isn't a huge fan of it, honestly. It feels mean to say he hates it, but it keeps trying to convince him to get angry over the dumbest shit.
Danny, as the Ghostly Heir-Apparent, is the only person or ghost who can wear it and not fall to temptation. The only person or ghost who's own personal power outweighs that of the Ring of Rage. So that's fun.
It's like a toddler following him around shouting intrusive thoughts, and Danny just has to keep ignoring it.
Honestly, the only good thing he can say about the ring is that it does the equivalent of a magical girl transformation; if he lets it release some of it's power, and uses it, he gets a red and black jumpsuit.
It's...alright. He guesses.
He stick to doing heroing in Phantom form, though. The red and black, on top of not really being his colors, feel like he's trying to step on the Red Huntress' toes.
So he wears it, but it never sees any use.
Until one day, as Danny is being dragged along to a Ghost Hunter Convention in New York City, a Green Lantern is thrown into the building next to him.
It's a Supervillain, and they're duking it out with said Green Lantern and really, really not caring about collateral.
Danny's parents are right there. They aren't about to let him out of their sights. New York City is huge and covered in CCTV, there's no way he can just...run away and disappear long enough to transform into Phantom. Not without some conspiracy theorist getting ahold of the CCTV footage leading up to him vanishing and Phantom showing up.
What are the chances of that like, actually happening?
Danny doesn't really know, but New York City has always been an exception for weird shit, so he feels like the possibility is distinctly higher than average.
He isn't gonna risk it.
Luckily, he can just do an Anime Magical Girl transformation into the Ring of Rage's fashion choice and use said ring to fight instead of his powers.
Damn.
Maybe it is actually useful for something. Huh.
He lets the Ring of Rage's power wash over him, the red and black jumpsuit replacing his clothes, and a red aura encompassing him as his feet leave the ground.
Granted, he isn't using the ring to fly, but his parents don't need to know that.
"Mom, dad, help the people to shelter; just like in the ghost attacks," Danny says, knowing that if anyone is qualified to herd terrified people to safety, it's literally anyone from Amity Park.
Or Gotham.
But fuck Gotham, and it's creepy BDSM furry brigade of vigilantes.
Dad looks up at him, teary eyed.
"Our little boy is a hero!" Mom cries, throwing up her hands triumphantly before grabbing his dad's arm and dragging him away.
"Don't get hurt now, Danno! Otherwise we'll have to step in!" His dad laughs, and Danny feels chills.
That...that would cause more damage than the Supervillain.
He can't let that happen.
Danny flies up and joins the fray, hyperaware of dodging the blasts and punches meant for him, and missing how the Green Lanterns around him hesitate when they notice he's there.
After two hours (he could have done this so much faster as Phantom, this is so tedious) the fight is over, and the villain of the week is in glowing green shackles.
Then the Green Lanterns, haggard and bleeding, turn on him.
"Surrender as compliantly as you've been so far, and we won't have any issues," one of them says, leveling their ring at Danny.
Danny, bewildered, slowly raises his hands in the air.
"What, did I...did I break a treaty with aliens or something? Is that uh...very professional looking and distinguished alien I just punched actually an ambassador?" Danny froze. "Can we please never, ever tell my parents if they are?"
"...Do you not feel, uh. I don't know. A very big compulsion to kill everyone and everything?" another Green Lantern asks, inching a little closer. "Or to laugh evilly, or something?"
"No?"
"Where did you get that ring, kid?"
Danny blinks.
"Oh, you're upset cuz of this thing? Yeah, alright, I'll just...take it off then," Danny shrugs, and as every single Green Lantern shouts at him not to do it, he slips it off of his finger, the red and black jumpsuit disappearing.
The Green Lanterns wince, pulling back like they're...waiting.
But nothing happens.
"Yeah, I'm just babysitting it so it doesn't wake up it's master. It's not mine."
Or; Danny, due to his Ghost powers/strength and being the Ghostly Heir Apparent, can not only resist the Red Lantern Ring he's inherited from Pariah Dark, but can take it off and not die. This causes concern amongst the Lantern Community. Especially when they learn that the Red Lantern Ring in question is semi-sapient.
I'm not ashamed to admit it. That one Curly edit on tiktok has me in a chokehold and I have watched it a numerous amount of times, I practically need to see it atleast a few times every day.
Due to issues with Jack’s fertility, the Fenton kids were both conceived using donor sperm. The donor they ended up receiving wasn’t anyone special; just a random chemical engineer from Gotham City by the name of Jack Napier
And perhaps things could have ended there. Perhaps in another reality, they did, and Danny never had to pay more than a passing thought to his genetic father.
But in this world, Jack Napier faced one extraordinarily bad day, and it broke him. All he could do in response was laugh at the utter meaningless of it all. And by the time his cackles subsided, the man he had once been was dead. In his place, only the Joker remained.
Yet despite how suddenly everything changed, neither of them knew the truth of things right away. The Joker had never even known he had a son, since the service didn’t inform people if their donations were used. And though Danny had known Napier’s name, he had no reason to pay enough attention to the man to notice his disappearance.
That ignorance couldn’t last forever, though.
All it took was a few medical tests from Danny before the automated database systems made the connection.
And that certainly didn’t go unnoticed by those in Gotham.
It looks like it’s time for Uncle J to pay his kid a surprise visit! Ooh, maybe he could break out the ol’ electroshock kit and bring back Joker Jr too, make it a proper family reunion!
The Waynes totally think he's a clone of either Bruce or Damian. The physical appearence right down to the "You kill me? No I kill you!" behavior Damian and Bruce exhibited when they were his age.
P.s I'm thinking Danny is fourteen here while Damian is sixteen and getting some intense deja vu.
Gala go gone
Danny, at the tail end of a very stressful week involving Vlad and the GIW and his parents, gets dragged along to Gotham to a gala at Wayne Manor by Sam. During said gala, he gets pestered by Sam's parents, the rich snooty people and the Waynes find him very suspicious for some reason. Then some group of goons attacks the gala and there goes his last nerve as he just lets out a war cry and tackles the nearest gun toting goon before bodily tossing them at the next closest goon. No ghost blasts, just fists, feet and teeth.
Later, when he is being corralled to be examined by paramedics he is asked what set him off and he replies "I could sense their eagerness to kill and decided to see if I could take a few with me."
Really, it was just the stress.
Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt
Warning: Blood and gore
There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.
Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.
The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.
Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.
The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.
The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.
The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.
Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.
The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.
There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.
It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.
Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.
To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.
As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.
"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."
The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.
Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.
"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.
"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.
Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.
This time the boy spoke differently.
"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.
The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.
Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.
Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-
"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.
He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.
He flinch as he pushed the thing away.
"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.
He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.
"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."
The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.
"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.
This was hell. This was his hell.
But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.
Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.
****
"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"
After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.
"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.
"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.
"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.
"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.
"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.
"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.
Lovestruck!
Billy didn't mean to follow Danny...
That was a lie, he totally did mean to follow him BUT he didn't intentionally make himself show up all the other times. It was just that Danny had a habit of being in the area whenever disaster struck in Fawcett City and Billy has picked up the habit of having Danny in his arms more times than not.
......
The first time he met Danny it was a Captain Marvel. A building down town had caught on fire after some faulty wiring and he managed to get everyone in the building out safely with the help of a few firefighters. He thought he did until his super hearing caught the sound of a sudden heart beat, slower than a regular human but definitely still alive. He wasted no time flying back into the building and reaching the fifth floor with relative ease where he saw him.
Now Billy could admit that this was not the time or place but as soon as his eyes landed on him his heart felt as if it was struck by lightning. There in a room was one of the prettiest boys he's ever seen with dark locks and sky blue eyes rushing to grab papers before the flames of the ongoing fire could consume them. It took Billy and embarassing amount of time to snap out of it and grab the boy before flying out of the building.
As Billy floated in the air he couldn't help but to stare at the other.Travelling his eyes down from the other's face he noticed that the boy was wearing and all black outfit, the shirt being cropped and having the design of a purple seedling, his pants were a little baggy and adorned with chains and zips all while sporting black combat boots.
"Uhh you can put me down now," A voice said pulling him out his thoughts. The other boy looked at him with a raised eyebrow, still clutching the papers close to his chest.
Against his will his cheeks started to heat up "My bad."
He quickly descended and placed the boy next to the nearest firefighter before flying off once the fire was put out.
The second time he met Danny and got his name was as Billy Batson. Billy was doing a run in the park as part of his daily exercise, because Captain Marvel shouldn't be the only strong one with muscles, when he turned his face for a few seconds to enjoy the scenery and collided with another body, sending the person backwards and onto the ground.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see where I was going and–" As he was reaching out his hand to help a pair of familiar blue eyes halted any further actions. This time he was dressed in a red bucket hat, a yellow vest with a white long sleeved undershirt and a long green pants with brown shoes.
"No worries you apologised so that counts for something," He held out his hand and Billy quickly took it, pulling him up onto his feet "The name's Danny."
"Billy."
Before another word could be said a loud explosion shook the earth followed by the terrified screams and frantic running of people around them. Billy opened his mouth to say something to Danny but when he looked all he saw was air in the place Danny was supposed to be standing. He had no time to dwell on that so sped off to more secretive place before transforming and flying off to where the trouble resided.
When he got there Billy was absolutely dumbfounded because in the villain's hands was none other Danny himself in all of his annoyed and squirming glory. The villain finally noticed him and started their monologue while holding Danny in the air, displaying him like the helpless and slightly angry captive he was.
It took a total of five minutes for Billy to knock the villain down and catch Danny before he hit the ground.
"Nice to catch you again Danny," He teased.
Danny narrowed his eyes at him "How do you know my name?"
"Uhh super hearing," He nervously replied.
"...Are you stalking me?"
"Nonono it was really super hearing, I promise."
.....
After a while it sort of became a routine for them but Danny only ever seemed to be willing to talk to him as Billy rather than Captain Marvel for some reason and he's not sure why. In all honesty Danny was much nicer to him as Billy, he would always be close and open to him as possible to the point where it leaves Billy's cheeks heated. While as Captain Marvel Danny is quick to shut down any conversation and leave as quickly as possible after thanking him for the rescue. Billy's not sure what he did as Captain Marvel to offend Danny but he hopes to figure it out soon.
Deviating from his regular patrol route to follow his crush was probably not the best option but he's working on it. As soon as Danny gets home safely he'll go back to his regular program.
Just as Danny turned the corner a nearby pillar from a building under construction started to crumble and just before the giant chunk of stone could harm Danny Billy swooped in and saved him from becoming one with the ground.
"I'm sensing a pattern here Captain." From within his arms he saw that Danny wore a teal headband, a black long sleeved shirt, teal pants and black shoes. Despite his scowl Danny really did look good in anything.
"Just doing my job," Billy smiled back.
......
This was supposed to be Danny's vacation from fighting ghost and he was not enjoying it to his fullest like he hoped. You would think that after a reveal gone extremely well with his parents and being given some promised time off by Clockwork he wouldn't find himself in no more trouble but here he is, constantly being saved by a man who refers to himself as 'The Big Red Cheese'.
On the plus side he got to meet a cute boy named Billy who he definitely is crushing hard on and will be in his thoughts for the rest of his stay here. Now back to Captain Marvel. Danny found the superhero to be weird in a creep kinda sense, sure the man is constantly saving him but that's because Danny is on strict vacation time and will not be using his powers while there is a well established hero in the area. What he means is he's caught the man multiple times staring at him and raking his eyes over his body and it makes the ecto-infused hair on his body stand up when he does it.
He hasn't done anything to him yet and despite Danny's best efforts to follow the man he can't. For someone who wears such bold colors he does manage to slip away from him very easily. If the man does try anything with him Danny will take pleasure in showing him why he picked the wrong one.
Danny, in the midst of learning how to shapeshift in his ghost form, ran into an issue. He’s stuck he can’t change shape.
He’s stuck as a ghostly roadrunner in Central City. The home the Flash.
What do you all think about Jjk x Dp fics because I think there is a lot of potential there to be honest.
I'm mostly just saying this because I want some of the characters to come across Phantom and be like GOJO JR?! It' be funny to me.
Enough days have passed and I still haven't seen any fanfics where everyone survives the witch's road. Where is it, where are my good ending fics?
Injured and trying to hide after a fight with GIW, Danny has to overshadow the first person he sees. Because of how weak he is at the moment, overshadowing doesn't work as usual, and he's just a voice in the guy's head, no actual control over the body. The person he overshadowed? Billy Batson.
Yes, it's divine twitch chat au. Billy probably doesn't even notice a new voice for some time. Danny is very confused because there are just so many people in there and they're gods and who the hell did he possess???
Whoever came up with the buff Hajime headcanon I thank you daily because you are so right. Everytime I see a piece of art where Hajime is buff and tanned from constantly being out in the sun on the island I do a happy dance in my head and a monokuma explodes.
Justice for Tommy Maximoff because that little angel loves his twin so much!!! He was born first so he is technically the older brother and he totally acts like it.
When Billy reveals his powers for the first time, Tommy isn’t jealous at all, he’s just like “whoa!!” with a huge smile, thinking his brother is so cool for being able to do that.
When Billy becomes tense as he senses their dad is hurt, Tommy immediately notices and asks “are you okay??”
When Agatha has them both in a chokehold, Tommy screams “LET GO OF MY BROTHER!!!”
When their mom tells them to hide, Tommy grabs Billy and runs.
When Billy becomes tense again as he foresees their mom’s confrontation with the townspeople, Tommy immediately notices again and asks “what’s wrong??”
When they work together to take out the S.W.O.R.D. agents, Tommy gives Billy a hi-five.
That boy better come back soon because he deserves to live as much as Billy does.
Edit: And now we know Billy is looking for him aaaaaaaagh! Pleaaassee let them find each other, Jac Schaeffer, I’m begging you.
Agatha when the door to the road™️ appeared knowing damn well she made the whole thing up:
Spoilers for Agatha All Along.
Could you imagine being one of those witches that died trying to summon the road with Agatha? Like I can imagine them dying, becoming ghost and seeing Agatha pull the same shit with this new coven, expecting it to turn out the same way it did for them but it actually works.
I just know those witches would be like "Here she goes again– wait a minute! WTF?!"
That Spiderman comic with Paul has fucked MJ over, now the women hating weirdos in Marvel are bringing it up every chance they get to prove that she's always been a whore.
Not too long came from a video discussing spiderman's storyline in the House Of M where he told MJ "I had the woman I wanted and it wasn't you" which is crazy btw, if I heard my partner say that I honestly would have to contact after that.
I also heard someone said that Gwen is Peter's soulmate and I'm not sure if that's 100% true, if it is can someone please send me the link where that was stated to be because I thought MJ was always supposed to be Peter's true soulmate. No disrespect to Gwen, if she is Peter's true soulmate good for her, I just want some solid proof of that being a thing.
Gotham City Subway
The only Robin who can squat during a train ride is Stephanie Brown; sadly, Damian doesn’t currently have the skill.