My Friends Are Very Talented

The Disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne, and how Watcher Mystery Files solved it in one episode.

Wrote it for a warm up, freaked out because I didn't know how to end it, copped out, wrote Omegaverse instead, finished another story, circled back to this one.

Anyways this was inspired by this post right here from @thebeeswantarson

it looks like this go reblog it

Alright here we go.

When the nosebleeds had started, Tim hadn’t really thought anything of it.

He’d waved away concerned friends and family, shoved tissues (and tampons, on one memorable occasion) up his nose, and gone about his day.

Then the migraines. Oh, the migraines.

After the increased migraines, increased stomach issues, and a few fainting spells that had even Bruce cornering him and demanding he see a doctor, Tim had acquiesced.

And the result after many CATscans and MRIs?

Nothing. No tumors, no signs of disease, normal bloodwork-nothing physical was wrong.

Nothing magical, either. He’d gone to some JLD members to ensure that.

After consulting with his small team of doctors, they finally managed to pinpoint what was driving his body to rebel against itself.

Stress.

Fucking stress.

Like some sort of swooning Victorian maiden, but with all the swooning and none of the cocaine.

So.

Tim had written email to his friends and family, sent them off, and proceeded to completely detach from the world around him in his most well-kept secret bunker.

Tim knew himself, and if he maintained contact with anyone then he’d inevitably go back to working on cases and undoing the de-stressing he was attempting.

He hadn’t been sure if it would work, or if the stress of not being able to connect to the others or work on cases would make things worse, but it had. Unorthodox, yes, but it worked! He’d relaxed and caught up on sleep!

But fully rested, and also more than a little bored, he knew it was time to get back into the swing of things.

Mournfully, Tim bid his state-of-the-art bunker goodbye and started going through the multiple airlocks to get outside.

The absolute second he stepped out, though, the air rippled and Kon was immediately there.

Kon looked…disheveled.

His hair was a wreck, he only had one sleeve of his jacket on, and…were those tear tracks?

Why was Kon crying?

Fuck, had the zombie apocalypse started while he’d been away?

Tim held out his hands in a calming motion, not breaking eye contact.

“It’ll be okay Kon; we can figure out what the cure is for the Zombie Plague.” Tim didn’t actually know if he could figure it out, but he didn’t want Kon to freak out anymore than he already was.

Tim’s hands were pushed aside in favor of being swept into an all-consuming hug, and-yup. Kon absolutely was crying into his shoulder.

Tim was officially concerned.

“Is Bart okay? Is Cassie okay? Kon, who’s hurt, what happened-“

“You, Rob. You’re okay. Shut up, I’m having a moment.”

Tim was even more confused, but that was alright; his brain started working without him.

Kon was crying, and emphasizing that Tim was okay. Kon had not realized that Tim was fine, ergo Kon had not received the email Tim had sent out.

Then Tim’s brain went Tim Big Brain.

Normally, a misconception like that would have been cleared up right away by someone else with correct information. But it hadn’t been cleared up at all, and Kon was never quiet about trying to save someone.

Thus, no one had known any different to what Kon had believed. No one had known to correct the misconception that he had found himself immersed in.

Therefore, the emails had not been sent out.

…

The…emails had not been sent out.

Oh fuck him the emails had not been sent out and he went on his merry way to an unlisted bunker with soundproofing for six fucking months.

“You were supposed to receive an email,” Tim muttered, horrified, as his arms wrapped around Kon as well.

Kon snorted wetly.

“Well I didn’t, and neither did anyone else.”

“Yeah, I kinda get that now. I’m in…so much trouble.”

Kon nodded into Tim’s shoulder, smearing snot and tears into his shirt. Tim didn’t even complain.

He was too busy realizing just how badly he was in for it.

~~~~~~

Bruce could feel the conversation he was trying to have begin to turn into another fight.

Dick was insisting that Ra’s Al Ghul had to be the one who had taken Tim, and had roped Damian in on it.

The problem was that there was no real concrete evidence that Ra’s had taken Tim, and Bruce refused to let them move in without intel on, at the very minimum, where Tim could have been taken.

Dick, naturally, was not happy with that answer.

Bruce, of course, refused to lose any more of his children. Especially if it was something he could have easily prevented.

“Father, if Grandfather has Drake it is only a matter of time before irreparable damage is done. We must move quickly.”

Bruce shook his head, standing more firmly in front of his oldest and youngest.

Dick looked ready to explode.

“Get out of the way, Bruce. I’m getting Tim.” Dick’s stance was tense, and his words moreso.

Bruce had no doubt this would devolve into a physical confrontation if he did not ed-escalate.

He opened his mouth to do just that when, with a shrill beeping sound, Oracle chimed in.

“Uh, guys? I think I just found Tim.”

Bruce felt something inside of himself relax, and didn’t bother to stop Dick and Damian as they charged past him to crowd the Batcomputer.

“Oracle, report; where is he?” Was he safe? Did he need help?

“About that…”

“Babs please!” Dick begged, knuckles white from where he gripped the console.

“He’s currently outrunning the paparazzi and a literal mob of Gothamites with phones.”

Bruce…had no idea how to respond to that.

Neither did Dick, apparently.

“They’re all livestreaming, so like; tracking him isn’t an issue,” Oracle supplied, like that made things make more sense.

The screen blinked, and four separate video feeds from random Gothamites showed Tim running from them at different angles.

“…Agent A, I believe it’d be best for you to pick him up.”

All eyes were on Tim; it would be weird if Batman swooped down to retrieve him.

~~~~~~

When Tim had Kon drop him off, he had been expecting maybe a second look or two when he stepped out of that alley.

What Kon may have neglected to mention, however, was that the disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne was all anyone had been talking about for four months. There were a lot of theories, but the most prevalent happened to be the most gruesome.

Popular theory one; Bruce Wayne murdered Timothy Drake-Wayne in cold blood after Timothy made a decision with Wayne Enterprises that infuriated the man.

Popular theory two; Timothy Drake-Wayne was being held for ransom, and Bruce Wayne was refusing to pay it. Effectively, it was the same as theory one but with more steps.

Popular theory three; Timothy Drake-Wayne had been captured by Gotham’s underbelly and sold into human trafficking.

And the fourth most popular theory; Timothy Drake-Wayne was abducted by aliens.

So when Tim stepped out of that alley, it wasn’t to an occasional second glance.

It was to excited whispers and impromptu livestreaming.

Naturally, Tim bolted.

He’d outrun one mob, only to run into another one. His face was all over the internet, he knew, and there was no way Barbara hadn’t caught on.

He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, really, and made the worst mistake he could have made at that particular point in time.

He ran in front of Wayne Enterprises.

There were two guys, presumably talking about his disappearance. One was average height, the other was tall, and both were clearly not from Gotham.

He heard tiny snatches of their conversation as he got closer, pinned the California accents, and shoved past them with a half shouted apology.

“Well would’ja lookit that, Ryan; looks like it just solved itself!”

“How?!”

Tim let them fall into the background and used his new bearings to beeline for Crime Alley.

After all, only idiots would follow someone into Crime Alley.

Unfortunately, after twenty minutes Tim was forced to admit that the general populace of Gotham probably wasn’t on the scale of normal he had been depending on.

They had indeed followed him all the way into Crime Alley.

So he tried to lose them even harder.

He shoved between muggers and their victims, blew through obvious drug deals, and jumped over the tables hosting poker games so intense that the players were fingering their weapons.

Still, the crowd followed him.

Tim took three quick turns, prepared to take a fourth, and was snatched out of the street and into an old building.

The hold was meant for restraint, and Tim couldn’t break out of it without making a lot of noise, which he really didn’t want to do.

Plus, he recognized the arms latched around him and keeping him in place.

“Thanks Hood,” Tim whisper-panted.

The arms got tighter.

“Kid, do you have any idea how many ops I blew searching for you?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Was absolutely convinced trafficker filth had gotten their hands on my kid brother,” Hood continued quietly, the mechanical rasp making his words deceptively collected, “So I went ahead and destroyed some of my only leads on the off chance that I’d find him.”

Tim felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat.

“So…you need help picking up your old trails?”

“’Help’ feels wrong. I’m owed it, Timmers.”

~~~~~~

‘Timothy Drake-Wayne Returns from the Dead!’

Tim thought that the newspapers were, quite possibly exaggerating just a little.

Just like his family was overreacting.

He was to wear at least four trackers at all times, he had to check in four times a day, he had to help Red Hood with picking back up the case load he’d all but set on fire in search of Tim, and he had to take Damian wherever their youngest wanted to go.

Apparently, the Little Demon had been so concerned that Ra’s Al Ghul had Tim that he’d started having nightmares.

And Tim wasn’t gonna lie, he felt beyond shitty for that. Well, that and everything else.

He’d also been forced to tell Bruce the location of every single one of his bunkers.

He’d sulk but…Tim also kind of felt like the worlds biggest asshole.

So.

He’d just…remember to actually hit send, not save, next time.

Genderbend turtle tots for my au

I love them all so much, they’re all different turtle species and have names inspired by Greek mythology and women from Ancient Greece

They are my babies

My FNAF phase is coming back to haunt me

Me before reading this: :0 :D

Me after reading this:

Dona AU Rewrite - New Girl In Town

Leo was knocking before he could chicken out of it.

Normally, he would have thought twice about bothering April when it was so late at night, but he had no idea where his brothers had run off to and Sensei would be mad if he came home without them. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t talk to someone about the excitement bubbling in his chest.

Besides, who better to talk to about humans than the human girl who probably has had tons of friends over the years? It was so obvious!

Also, also, in all the comics and movies and books that he’s ever seen, teens love being awake at all hours. So she’ll probably be happy to have some company! It’s a win-win!

He raps on the window, careful to keep his voice low.

The last thing he wants is to attract her aunt. That’ll be a fun convo.

“April! April?”

The floorboard creaks. He stiffens and ducks back, relieved when a familiar face comes to the window with half-open eyes.

She squints at him, muttering his name.

He can’t really hear her, so he waves, giving her a moment to wake up. She grumbles under her breath, pushing open the window with a sleepy, “…etter be good.”

“Hey.” He smiles sheepishly, suddenly questioning his choices. He clearly woke her up. The way her eyes keep slipping shut tell the whole story. Hoping to be considerate both to her and to keep her aunt asleep, he’s careful to keep his voice low. “I- need to talk.”

“Can I wait ‘til morning?” She rubs her eye.

Leo blames her human upbringing and her current lack of sleep on the fact that she should know he can’t come back come morning, hurriedly blurting, “I met this girl-”

April springs awake in a second, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Tell me everything.”

He had every intention of doing so, but he’s glad that she’s no longer an unwilling audience. She stares at him, fists up, eyes wide, and Leo suddenly realizes that he doesn’t… Actually know that much about Karai. He looks to the sky, embarrassed. “Well, she’s really cool.”

He peeks at her. April nods, quick.

“She’s also- a martial artist.”

April nods harder, bangs moving as she does. He grins.

“And- uh-” Oh! “She’s in the Foot Clan!”

Leo is looking right at her and somehow still does not see the rolled-up magazine coming until it’s smacking him in the face.

Maybe he should of.

“Are you crazy?!”

He probably should of.

Okay, bad topic. “April, she’s different. She’s-”

April has pulled away, leaning on the windowsill. “In The Footclan.”

“Yeah, b-but she’s-”

She gets louder. “In the Footclan.”

This is not going how he pictured it. “Look, I know I shouldn’t be hanging out with her-”

April crosses her arms and rises to her full height. “You got that right! You know why? ‘CAUSE SHE’S IN THE FOOTCLAN!”

Leo winces. Geez, no wonder Donnie wants to be friends with this girl. They’re more alike than he thought.

“April!” He grips the windowsill, fingers digging into the wood. He needs her to understand. Why can’t someone understand? “She’s fun! And I’m tired of being the responsible one! Why can’t I be stupid or selfish? When do I get to have fun?”

April sighs, arms falling to her side, “What does she want from you?”

Leo looks away. “I don’t know. I’m meeting her later at the Birley Building. She’s got something planned.”

April blinks, “So like a date, or-?”

Leo rears back. “No! Just- I don’t know. Maybe she wants to hang-out. Or talk. That’s stuff friends do? Right?”

“Sure, that, or-” Leo looks at her curiously and she snaps, “Maybe she wants push you OFF the Birley Building? It’s a trap, Leo!”

“I don’t think so.” He frowns, voice firm. “There’s good in her. I know there is. I can feel it.”

April stares at him for a moment. Her voice is tainted in disbelief. “I hope you’re right.”

The window slams shut. Leo flinches, turning away.

Well. That did… Not go the way he thought it would.

Karai is waiting for him when he gets there.

He does a loop around the building, scanning for any signs of hidden warriors. She has no Foot legions with her, so it’s not an ambush. If she intends to kill him, she wants to do it herself. But she’s already had the chance to kill him many times. And she hadn’t.

Was it just to get his guard down? Why waste the time and effort?

He groans. He’s going to regret this, isn’t he?

…He’ll probably regret it more if he never solves the mystery.

He lands on the parapet.

“About time.” There’s a smirk in her voice. “I was beginning to think you were a no-show.” She turns, a hand on her hip. “But you don’t disappoint.”

He studies her, walking closer. “So… What’s this about?”

He catches the tossed binoculars. “That.”

He turns, brows furrowed, before raising them up to his face. His eyes widen, breathless. “That’s the sword of Miyamoto Usagi.”

She kneels, so he does too, looking between her and the weapon as she speaks. “The greatest swordsman in the history of Japan. It’s ancient. It’s priceless. And it’s yours.”

He blinks at her, startled. She grins. “If. You help me.”

Leo doesn’t like the look in her eyes. He’s seen it in Raph’s before he asks him to do something that they both know Sensei would never allow. “…Do what?”

“You know what.” Leo really hopes he doesn’t. He really, really, really hopes- “We’re going to steal it.”

That is just his luck, isn’t it? He frowns. “No, we’re not.”

Her mood drops. “Come on, that sword is just sitting there collecting dust!” He glances back to it. “You know you deserve that katana.” Adrenaline races at the thought on what it might be like to merely hold it. Must less wield it. “Certainly more than some lazy rich guy.”

Karai stands and Leo stiffens. He keeps his eyes on the blade because that’s safer than revealing how tempting the thought is.

“Stop being responsible, Leo.”

She gets down on a knee, closer, looking to him expectantly. She’s eager for him to follow through. Impatient for him to join her. She wants him to come with her. He doesn’t want to let her down.

He’s always the downer. Always the killjoy. Or the spoilsport.

But… But this isn’t turning down a R-rated movie or tattling when Raph tries to talk Donnie and Mikey into doing some dumb, harmless prank that’ll backlash on all of them. This is stealing. Thievery.

“Stop waiting for people to give you the life you want.”

Leo’s heart races as she inches closer.

“Go out and take it.”

“No.”

Leo closes his eyes and looks away. He can’t. He can’t. It doesn’t matter how much he wants to listen to her or how easy it would be to sneak in and retrieve. How simple it would be to let her lead.

It doesn’t matter that she might be mad at him, and he might lose his only shot at an awesome sparring partner and maybe-friend.

She stands. “I’m getting that sword, Leo. With or without you.”

His heart sinks. He surprised to find himself hesitate.

Okay. So, maybe it does matter. It all matters.

“Choose.”

But at the end of the day, it’s not who he is.

He stands, holding his ground.

“I can’t.”

At the end of the day, he still has to look in the mirror and think about the kind of example that he’s setting for his siblings. Who will they become if he starts opening these doors? Actually crosses this line?

Even if he’s not leader, they’ll follow him.

“It’s wrong.”

And he’s not a villain. It’s not who he is.

“You’re starting to bore me...”

It doesn’t have to be who she is either.

She reaches for her blade. He grabs her hand.

He searches her face. “Karai, you don’t have to do this.”

“I know.” Her grin returns. “That’s what makes it- fun!”

Karai moves, abruptly, kicking and flipping him before he has a chance to process the intent or action. He ends up on his face, shell in air as she plans a foot on his carapace, arm in a really uncomfortable position behind him.

How many times is a human girl going to catch him off guard tonight? Good things his brothers aren’t around to…

“Leo!”

Oh, come on. The universe could have at least set him Mikey!

Or Donnie! He’d even deal with her. Anyone but…

“What- what are you doing?!”

Couldn’t she have at least knocked him out?

“Who’s she?!”

Karai doesn’t say anything. Great. Just great.

“Uhm… Uh…” Leo’s fingers tap the concrete before he awkwardly raises his hand to gesture between them. “Raph, Karai. Karai, Raph.”

Raph gawks, “What are you, friends with her?!”

Yeah, that’s the question, isn’t it?

Leo thinks he’ll take April’s advice next time.

That is all kinds of wrong

As someone who lost their father to cancer I feel this is very important to share. Please vote in 2024, and vote for those who care more about the people rather than bullshit politics.

(I don’t typically talk politics or world affairs but this hit me hard.)

I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

OMG I AM EATING G THIS UP

also just imagining their second date and the cute romantic moments between Danny and Talia it’s just too cute 🥰

Also Dick about to get his ass handed to him from Barbara, we love Barbara in this house

Not Bruce having some emotional intelligence and actually being kinda chill about the boyfriend thing

Loving how your writing the characters, feels very in character and natural especially with the conversations and thought process for them

Fem!Damian (Talia) x Danny, PART 4.

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It is around seven p.m. when Batman walks out from the zeta tube in the Batcave, nursing a throbbing headache from the long day of listening to reports from the other members of the Justice League and complaints from some unionized staff of the maintenance crew. All Batman wants right now is to get rid of his cowl for a couple hours until patrol, eat something delicious, take a shower, then take a two-hour nap and finally go punch criminals to relief some stress. He comes out form the hidden door that takes one to the Batcave and walks into the manor, with his left hand he takes away the cowl form his head and with his right hand he combs his hair. He walks down the hallways and when he crosses before the drawing room’s open door, he sees something he didn’t think he would ever see again in his life: there, kneeling with his face to the wall and his arms lifted up is none other than Jason. Massive, tank of a man Jason, grounded like when he was twelve years old and Alfred found him smoking for the first time.

In silence Bruce nods his head once, he knows Jason is not allowed to talk right now, so he does the sensitive thing and keeps walking towards the kitchen to ask Alfred why Jason is in trouble this time.

When Bruce walks into the kitchen, Talia is already sitting on her usual seat at the small rectangle wood table that they usually use – the big dining room is only used for occasions where a lot of friends and/or guests are also invited –. She’s wearing a pair of loose sport pants and a sweaty sports crop-top – which indicates Bruce that his daughter has recently finished her evening training –, her hair is up in her trademark ponytail, showing off her hidden undercut and her ear piercings that she doesn’t wear at school. Talia is sitting in a perfect lotus flower position on her chair, eating a falafel wrap and some breaded tofu sticks. Alongside Talia is Alfred, drinking a cup of tea and also eating falafels, but he is doing it with a fork and dipping them in tzatziki. There is no Duke in sight, which means that the boy must be in his room or doing homework in the manor’s library.

“Alfred, has Duke eaten already? And, why is Jason grounded?” The father of many asks as he walks further into the area.

“Welcome home, master Bruce.” Alfred greets as he stands up from his seat. “Young master Duke has already eaten and is currently doing homework in his room. Today for dinner before patrol I have prepared some falafels, tzatziki and some grilled lamb. Please have a seat.” The gentlemanly butler says as he walks towards the cooking area to prepare Bruce’s food. “And as for why master Jason is grounded, well, that is something that miss Talia can tell you.”

Talia glares at Alfred and Alfred only lifts one elegant eyebrow as answer. Talia huffs in defeat and then glances at her father, who is now sitting before her, right next to where Alfred had been sitting seconds ago. The teen girl straightens her posture on her seat, she puts her feet down and clasps her hands together over the table, her eyes are closed as she takes a deep breath and a smile decorates her elegant features. When Talia opens her beautiful green eyes, she pins Bruce to his seat.

“Father, I have acquired myself a boyfriend.” She drops the bomb and her eyes shine likes the brightest of stars at the statement.

Boy-friend?

“And today we had our first date.”

Boy-friend?!

“It was going to be perfect, father. He had planned a most lovely day… but then the heathen that is your second son, under the command of your firstling, dared to ruin it with his presence!” Talia finally snarls.

BOYFRIEND!

“Pennyworth said that I am not allowed to kill them to defend my most beloved’s honor so he grounded this one… but rest assure father, I will have my vengeance over both of them.” Talia promises and then goes back to finish her food.

“Boyfriend…” Bruce mumbles as Alfred puts his food in front of him. “You, uhm, never mentioned fancying someone.”

“Yes, well, I wasn’t expecting him to reciprocate my feelings.” Talia admits as she plays with some tofu sticks and a lovely blush paints her cheeks.

“Oh, well in that case I’m happy for you, darling.” Lies, Bruce is crying tears of blood inside. “And who is the lucky young man?” Please, please, let it be someone that I like. “Is he from school? The Teen Titans?”

“From school, he has a scholarship in the science program.”

Bruce feels his heart drop, he is so distressed he doesn’t notice Talia omitting the boy’s name. With great struggle the man takes a deep breath. “I’m happy for you, sweetheart.” He finally says and it surprises him to notice that yes, he is happy for his daughter. When Talia came to them, she was so indoctrinated into what basically was cult thinking, but know look at her, an independent young woman who is emotionally aware enough – or well, as emotionally aware as any teenage girl – to start and experience romance outside of the standards of the league of shadows and the vigilante life.

Talia and Alfred exchange a glance, both surprised by Bruce’s positive answer.

“You are?” She asks as she looks at Bruce.

“Honey…” Bruce says as he starts to cut the lamb into pieces. “When you arrived home you weren’t that much in touch with your emotions or new much about the world… not that I can say that I have a great emotional intelligence though, but now I look at you and see how much you have grown, not only as a member of society but also as your own person; I have had the pleasure of seeing how you have become a capable young woman. I trust you Talia, and I trust that if you have seen something in this young man then he may deserve some benefit of the doubt.” He finishes talking and puts a piece of lamb and falafel in his mouth.

“Thank you, father.” Talia answers, eyes sparkling and voice full of emotion.

“Just remember, princess, your brothers only wanted to make sure you were safe, they didn’t mean to actually bother you.”

“Tt, so, no vengeance?” Talia deflates.

“No vengeance, Talia.” Bruce says before giving a sip to his glass of water. “Besides, Alfred must have already banned cookie rights from both of them, don’t you think that’s punishment enough?”

“Tt, fine.”

“Why don’t you better tell me a bit about him?”

Talia rolls her eyes at Bruce’s ‘subtle’ attempt of getting information out of her, but since he is been nice Talia will grace him with some truths. “He is in my grade and we share some classes together but he is in the science program so after lunch his schedule changes, we usually eat together in the school’s gardens…”

The rest of the small dinner, father and daughter amicably talk, the echo of the conversation reaching Jason’s ears (don’t worry, Alfred frees Jason from his punishment soon after and also feed him, but there won’t be dessert for him for a very long time).

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Jazz feels an immediate relief as soon as she opens the door of her home.

When they had first arrived to this strange realm full to the brim with corrupted ecto she and the remains of her family had taken shelter in an abandoned building in what now she is the Narrows, if it weren’t for Dan’s massive frame and aggressive nature and Ellie’s feral demeanor the family of mostly teens would have passed a very bad time. Jazz later learns through Constantine and Zatanna that actually they just give off an odd vibe, that they are too much to look at. If someone looks for too long at any of the Nightingales some may feel like they are watching directly at the abyss, feel like they are been swallowed by the darkness and strangeness, other will feel that they are too ethereal, like the beauty of a fae, something unreal and strange that shouldn’t be looked at for too long. Only those touched by dead, those that have a very strong will, or those who wield magic can withstand their gaze and presence for long.

“It’s like an acquired taste.” Constantine tells Jazz once when she asked him how come he can be with them for days if he just said staying for long periods of time with them feels weird. “Sure, at first, I almost peed my pants when I saw Dan and Elle in their non-human forms, but the more I share space with you lot it gets easier. Also, I’ve dealt with demons and whatnot long enough, darling. I’ve looked at the abyss before, you guys are nothing particularly new.”

“You mean you fucked the abyss!” Dan screams from the room he was cleaning back then, followed by Elle’s witch cackling.

She had laughed so hard she woke up the sleeping Danny from his afternoon nap. They had to buy new glass for the windows.

The British man could be a bit crude sometimes, but Jazz is immensely grateful to him, Zatanna and Batman. If it weren’t for them, she could have never got the good quality, fake papers for her and her family, she could have never applied for the Martha Wayne Foundation’s assistance for teen mothers and the Wayne’s Foundation help for homeless youth. It was thanks to those helps that she got her G.E.D. and could go to college and become who she is today, it is thanks to those helps that Dan and Elle also could get their own G.E.D.s, that Elle could go to night school and get her par-time job, that they could safe money for Dan to open up his bar and that Danny could go to school and live his second life happily and safe. Jazz is so immensely grateful she would, without a doubt, kill for Connie, Tanna and Batman if she ever saw them in danger.

Nowadays Jazz, Elle and Danny live in a rather large apartment in a three-story building in old Gotham, near to the boarder with the Diamond District. Dan lives in the apartment on top of his business, it is one of those loft-apartments. Every night, before opening time, Dan visits his sisters and nephew to eat something with them before work.

Usually, Jazz doesn’t work of Saturdays but today she needed to finish some administrative work and also check with the nurses the new doses of some patients; she certainly didn’t expect to take so long. So, when the warm light of the living room greets her and she finds Elle and Danny play fighting her heart soars.

“Hey, guys.”

“Jazz! You’re not gonna believe it!” Elle exclaims as he locks Danny in a complicated jiu-jitsu lock on top of the rugged floor of the living room. “Danny’s got his first girlfriend!”

Girlfriend! “Oh sweety~!” Jazz coos as she drops her stuff on the floor and proceeds to join the ball on the living room. “Your first girlfriend~!” She can feel the happy tears gather in her eyes.

Dan, Ellie and her have worked so hard to raise Danny, to give him the life he deserved after what happened in Amity Park – after what the G.I.W. did, after what Jack and Madeline did –. They all deserved this peace, they earned it – and she is going to rip to shreds anybody that dears try take it away from them –.

“It’s the Wayne girl.” Ellie adds while Danny struggles. “You should have seen him! He became a damn supernova for like a whole minute! I have it in video!”

“We have to call Dan! We must celebrate!” Jazz says as she incorporates herself and cleans the happy tears away.

“Already done! He’s on his way! He said he’s gonna let Danny drink a beer!”

“Really?!” Danny exclaims at the same time that Jazz goes: “No he won’t!”

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Later that night during patrol, Nightwing’s comms buss to life with a very angry:

“What is this nonsense I’m hearing that you send Jason to crash Talia’s FIRST DATE with her new boyfriend?!” Barbara growls at her own boyfriend.

NOTES:

Batman/Bruce knows that the Nightingales are not from around there. But it will take sometime before he finds out who is Tali’s boyfriend.

The Nightingales don’t know that The Waynes are the Bats and the birds, but they do know that the Waynes are extremely liminal. They think it is because of the same reason people from Amity Park are extremely liminal.

Constantine and Bruce are going to have a heart attack when they find out that Danny and Talia are dating.

…. Ford you good?

I really truly hate them

Click for Quality!

Sometimes it’s nice to have words for specific things and it makes me happy

But being categorized like a fucking canned food at a Walmart makes me want to commit crimes

i hate to be that guy, but the idea that gender, sex, and sexuality are ontologically pure concepts that can be rigidly defined if we simply police our language enough (our english language, because of course) is—i cannot stress this enough—a total waste of time. you may as well spend your afternoons teaching a brick how to swim

*Jason and Bruce fighting*

Jason: Who are you to tell me what to do?! You can't even take care of your own problems!

Bruce: I can take care of my own problems!

Jason: Yeah, by throwing Dick at them!