The Legend Of SWORD DOG

Et tu, Brute?

A snipit of a long since unwritten chapter/idea from my fic

Zatana smiled softly at the sight before her. She was at the Watchtower, looking for an item she misplaced a day or two ago (and to check on John), when she stumbled on the most precious thing she had ever seen. On a bed in the medical wing layed John, fast asleep.

Zee couldn't help herself coo as she heard the softest purr from Danny. It didn't matter that he was technically an adult, it was adorable. And from the looks of it, he had his guard dropped almost completely. There was no stirring as she crept closer, no twitch or care of who entered or where he was. He was well and truly in a deep sleep. It hurt her heart a bit to think that this may be the best sleep he's had in a while. Something was definitely up.

Constantine began to stir a few minutes after Zee arrived. He blinked a few times and looked around in confusion, wondering who was on him. His face softened just a bit as he realized Danny hadn't moved. Then, he noticed Zatana, by then having taken a few photos of the two.

John grumbled a bit as Zee laughed quietly. After a few seconds of silently staring, he asked as quietly as he could, “How long have you been here?”

“Only a few minutes,” Zee replied softly as she looked through her photos and settled down next to the two, “What happened?”

John began moving the young man off him, who, despite still being asleep, immediately tried to fight to stay on him. John just gave up after a few tries, too tired to fight him. “Had a fight, some childhood trauma popped up while doing so,” Zatana could see how haunted John was, despite his best to stay as neutral as possible. She calmly and carefully moved closer to Danny. What got her a bit worried was what John said next. “He did something incredibly dangerous to himself to save my life.”

“Hm,” Zee hummed as she softly scratched Danny’s scalp. She brought her attention to John's wounds. “What happened to your attacker?”

“The bastard deserved what happened to him,” John said with a little hollow tone. He smiled just a bit. “In any case, it's over now. We won’t be seeing him anytime soon.” John’s eyes dropped. “But I found out why the kid was so secretive about his ‘other’ half. And you’re not gonna like it.”

“And that is?” Zee asked, carefully placing a silent spell.

He continued, clearly angry, “The US Government placed a law that says ghosts and liminals are non sentient or sapient and aren’t considered people. That law also put into place a branch specifically to hunt them down and study them. What makes it worse, his parents are the ones supplying and making the weapons to hunt them.”

“John,” Zee began.

John ignored her, beginning to vent, “I had some ideas of it, but that?!” His voice was beginning to raise. “Who in God's name would be so bold as to claim an entire species, older than the fibers of the universe -”

“John-” Zatana tried to interrupt calmly.

“-as non sentient or sapient! How do you prove something that is clearly wrong!”

“John-”

“Do you know what things they might be doing to the ghosts they had already caught? And the kid kept this to himself and didn’t tell us.”

“John Constantine!” Zatana yelled through gritted teeth. She was incredibly thankful for the privacy of a silent spell. As she yelled, Danny’s sleepful face twitched. He was mumbling something, clearly stirring, though still drifting in and out of sleep. “It’s okay darling,” Zee hummed sweetfully, scratching his scalp, “You’re safe.” Danny settled down again, drifting back into his slumber. She looked back at John. Constantine stopped and finally turned to the magician. She was giving him such a hard look.

After a brief stare off, Constantine’s eyes grew wide. “You knew.”

“Long before I even met Danny, in fact, but yes, I knew.” Zee said quietly, looking away. She sighed, “The law was placed when I was a girl, and I only knew about it because my father tried and failed to fight it. It was his mission to, if nothing else, protect the ghosts that can’t escape. And I do too.”

John held back a stutter. “Who else knows?”

“Dr. Fate came to me about a year ago about how much me and my father knew about it, and I’m pretty sure the Big Three know, but I’m pretty sure they’re keeping it on the down low until they figure out a way to repeal the law and organization,” Zee’s eyes looked at John softly. “I’m sorry I-”

“It’s fine. Really, I get it,” John sighed, clearly defeated. “I would have certainly made a fool of myself if you did tell me.” He looked at Danny sadly then back at her. “For now, I’ll try to keep my mouth shut about it. But if that fucking organization goes for you or the kid, I will raise hell and make them wish they were never born.”

“It’s only fair,” Zee said with a soft smile.

Saving this for inspiration.

Dc x dp idea 110

Lois lane was not expecting her next big story to come literally knocking at her door. In the form of a two teens? Preteens?

Both black hair blue eyes, she’d have to keep them away from Bruce.

The older of the two look like he’d taken A beating, the younger of the two hyper focused on the hallway looking back and forth as if expecting someone to jump out at them.

If she can willingly jump of a roof, she most certainly could get two teens inside. They had too much to discuss.

No. A folder of info just won’t do. Come on in. Tell me everything. Secret government agency? Go on please. Just make yourselves comfortable. Portal to the afterlife?? Please more info. Need anything to eat?

She got her answers, a story, and well if two kept hanging around. That was for her to worry about.

Ivy, of course, had no clue Harley was doing this until she came home one day to find a boy sleeping with Harley's hyenas. Harley excitedly gave her story, and Ivy, though obviously not too pleased with the situation, knew she couldn't just kick out a homeless teen. And besides, the kid was adorable, if not a bit insane.

As much as I love Danny and the BatFam,

I need more Posion Ivy, and Harley Quinn accidentally became moms too this werid maybe-human?Kid,that they found rummaging in their bins one night or sm.

(Writing that last part put the image of Harley taking the trash out one night and Danny's just perched on the dumpster, his eyes glowing, looking like a startled opossum,he lightly hisses, grabs his half eaten grill cheese and disappears into the shadows)

Obviously, after that, Harley tries to lure him in like he's some street cat.

Spread the word man.

honestly if ur a new user from twitter. u don’t HAVE to have a whole blog set up immediately for people to not block you. like just change ur icon to a cartoon character or something and make a post that says like. “hey i’m new i’m just lurking here for a bit to get my bearings before i start posting/reblogging” and ur fine just like, make it clear you’re not a bot yk

though i do reccomend starting to reblog things eventually, it’s a good way to keep all the stuff you like saved in one place so you can look back on it later, especially if you tag stuff. while the search function isn’t perfect, tagging stuff you post/reblog makes it easier to find. a bit more organised than the bookmark feature on twitter at least :p

uh- whats the tumbkr boop-o-meter…?

Fun little factoid, hyenas are more related to cats than to dogs. They are essentially cat hardware with dog software.

Oh hyenas & their catnip 🙂‍↔️

You try, of course, to cause personal deviation for this hero, but you can't break what's already broken. Eventually, and after a nasty fight, you knock him out and take him to your lair to continue to peer into his mind, trying to figure out how this hero came to be and how to hurt them. As you dig deeper into their mind, you discover unimaginable pain that had caused them to be such a mental wreck.

Hero(waking up): Where am I?

Villain, calmly: You are in my lair.

H: What? Get me out of these ropes or I'll -

V: or you'll what? Go back to your league? The people who caused so much loss for you?

H: They did no such thing.

V: Oh? You don't blame them for what they did? Causing your family to get buried under the rubble that day?

H, in tears: No. You're wrong. It was you who destroyed the building. They did nothing wrong.

V: Quit lying to yourself. They weren't even fighting me, or any other villain that day. Tell me, kid, do you think they even considered going back for your family? Do you think they ever considered the collateral damage they caused? You're not the only one to suffer this way, and I'd hate for another one to suffer the same fate I have.

H: silence

V: I'm just like you, suffering under the rules of heros who don't think of the people, acting as the saviors they think they are.

H: You're a villain!

V: So I am. What of it? I've done such wrongs in my life, but I have a new goal in mind. If I'm still labeled as one after what I'm about to do then so be it. But I can only do it with your help. Join me, and maybe we can solve this problem together or die trying.

You are a telepathic supervillain that uses their powers to create the perfect personalised hellscape for every hero. But when you peer into the mind of the newest hero you find that they are a complete mental wreck and honestly you just feel sorry for them.

Fav thing is people being surprised by different characters a voice actor has played. "These all sound different omg" yeah that's the voice acting that's his job