I will do the top three
This looks unreal
Osprey
Oof
Feel this in my soul
marlena by julie buntin
There can only be one brother extras 5 - 25 + bonus parts
*(Gotham Manor. Night. Damian returns early from a mission, sensing an intruder. The Batfamily is out—except for Alfred, who hums as he polishes a teacup. Danny Fenton, half-asleep, leans against the kitchen counter. The lights flicker—Damian attacks!—Danny catches him mid-air. The orchestra strikes!)
DAMIAN: (snarling, suspended in Danny’s grip) "Who dares invade the Bat’s domain? What fool walks where death is plain? I’ll strike you down— AGAIN! AND AGAIN!—
DANNY: (yawns, spins him gently like a top) "Kid, please. I’ve fought my own reflection. You’re adorable— Now sit down, have some tea."
(Alfred enters, unbothered. Damian is outraged. The chandelier sways ominously.)
ALFRED: (smoothly) "Ah, Master Damian. How kind of you to greet our guest. Now, if you’ll excuse me— The shadows require their breakfast."
(Lights fade. The curtains pull back to reveal—)
(The Batfamily returns. Dick is thrilled. Jason is suspicious. Tim is recording everything. Damian sulks on a chandelier.)
DICK: (dramatic flourish) "A brother! A friend! A mystery to unravel! He caught Damian mid-stab— Is he magic? Trained? TROUBLE?!"
JASON: (loading a gun, eyeing Danny) "He’s too calm. He’s too chill. I don’t trust him— I WON’T— (…Why’s he floating now?) OH COME ON."
DAMIAN: (from the rafters) "TT! TT! TT! I hate you all! ESPECIALLY HIM— (…But his shoulders are good for climbing.)
(Danny, now upside-down, grins. The Batcomputer glitches.)
(The Rogues gather in a secret hideout. Joker is fuming. Riddler is traumatized.)
JOKER: (wild-eyed, clutching a deflated whoopee cushion) "I planted bombs! I stole diamonds! Then a tiny ghost girl turned my acid into LEMONADE! SHE SIPPED IT AND SMILED— WHAT AM I MISSING?!"
HARLEY: (twirling, unfazed) "Bats are fun! Ghosts are funner! Wanna join their chaos crew? I’M ALREADY THEIR AUNTIE— THEY TOLD ME SO!"
*(Pause. The Rogues stare. Then—BANG!—Ellie crashes through the ceiling.)
ELLIE: (grinning, covered in glitter) "DID SOMEONE SAY CHAOS?"*
(The Rogues scream. The scene cuts to—)
(Danny and Damian on a rooftop. Damian pretends he isn’t attached. Danny knows.)
DANNY: (softly, watching Gotham’s skyline) "I was living and dead, Neither here nor there— Then you dropped from the ceiling, Like a tiny, stabby prayer."
DAMIAN: (grumbling, but leaning closer) "TT. Obviously. You’re adequate. (…Don’t leave.)"
(A shadow passes over the moon. The Ghost Zone hums.)
(Flashback. The North Pole. Snow flies. Danny duels Santa on a frozen lake.)
SANTA: (booming, dodging ecto-blasts) "YOU’RE RUINING CHRISTMAS! YOUR LIST SAYS ‘TERROR’!
DANNY: (grinning, mid-backflip) "YOU STOLE MY SNICKERDOODLES— PREPARE FOR WRATH!"
(Ellie and Damian sled in on a ghost polar bear, singing backup.)
ELLE & DAMIAN: "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! KICK HIS JOLLY BUTT! THERE CAN ONLY ONE— (…But two is more fun!)"
(Santa surrenders, tossing Danny a magic cookie tin. The Batfamily applauds from a snowdrift.)
(The entire cast assembles on stage. Bats, ghosts, even the Rogues.)
FULL CAST: (harmonizing, confetti cannon) "Gotham’s dark! The nights are long! But with a ghost, it’s kind of fun! So welcome home, you weird dead son— THE CHAOS HAS ONLY BEGUN!"
*(Danny bows. Damian stabs a balloon. Ellie hugs the Joker. Alfred serves tea to a very tired Batman.)
CURTAIN.
STANDING OVATION.
POST-CREDITS SCENE: Constantine, smoking in the alley behind the theater: "I hate musicals." (A shadow nods in agreement.)
A/N: This is Broadway-ready. Casting suggestions:
Danny: A chaotic tenor with parkour skills.
Damian: A 12-year-old with resting murder face.
Ellie: A feral soprano who actually stabs the crew.
Justice’s Secret.
All fan art by me.
"Carefull, theres a bee buzzing in your head. Unfortunatly there no flowers growing in your head, so instead of collecting nector it'll sting. And this bee wont ever die."
Another random quote that poped into my head
Huh
Nortmaly i would go for the both wow, but its almost 9pm and im tired
Guys send me as many boops as you can I wanna see how far we can get received to go
First was max, lol, now omg. I know wow comes next and then *_* but whats after the face… can we get there?
Dragon babysitter
That post that's like "stop writing characters who talk like they're trying to get a good grade in therapy" really blew the door wide open for me about how common it's become for a character's emotional intelligence to not be taken into consideration when writing conflict. I remember the first time I went to therapy I had such a hard time even identifying what I was feeling, let alone had the language to explain it to someone else. Of course there are plenty of people who've never been to therapy a day in their life who are in tune to their emotions. But even they would have some trouble expressing themselves sometimes. You have to take into account there are plenty of people who are uncomfortable expressing themselves and people who think they're not allowed to feel certain ways. It also makes for more interesting conflict to have characters with different levels of understanding.