They couldn't let Geordi in on the "does Data count as a person?" discussion because he would have immediately obliterated anyone arguing he doesn't. Geordi would hear someone try to argue Data's perception isn't real because it's electrical signals or whatever and he'd just be like "so like how my visor works?" and then they'd start backpedaling
The first piece of fanart, I've ever gotten and it's incredible. Thank you so much @doodlesforfics this is amazing. And they have other fanart too for other fics on AO3, go check them out!
Who’s Old Now? by @lirabuswavi (um i hope i tagged the right person, cause like im 80% sure you are same ao3 lirabuswavi, if not im sorry <;D)
ok this one-shot literally opened my eyes to sheer chaos possibility of Adult!Fenton adopting kid Billy B. while Teenager!Phantom being mistaken as Shazam’s ward and just ladskjsdk??? superhero/magic/ghost community would not be prepared. amazing fic. such fun.
and some doodles inspired by the fic
let lil Billy have retired ghost superhero possibly eldritch overpowered being Phantom as protective Dad.
i must ask you reblog this so said beast, you know. actually has attributes
It was supposed to be revenge, but now they're both kind of enjoying it?? Marvel enjoys thinking up new dead languages, Batman enjoys cracking them in a low stakes scenario. Sometimes Marvel throws in a fake language and sees what Batman comes up with.
When Billy’s mad at Batman he fills out justice league reports in dead languages
When will AO3 be back from the war
Just watched the fanf movie with @cogzandsprings . Shoutout to the movie of all time.
"Jason," Steph says into her phone, "I need you to come to the second living room real quick, I need help with my homework,"
"It's a group project, can't you just ask your partner?"
"We need a non-biased third party,"
"Oookay? Yeah, sure, fine. I'll be there in a minute,"
And then Jason hung up on her. Rude.
"How long will it be?" Danny asked, arms still crossed and face guarded.
"A minute, maybe two. Jason was probably in the library, he'll be down soon,"
"He's down now," Jason said, entering the room. His eyes narrowed at the palpable tension in the room, as well as the weird look Steph's friend was giving him. "Whadda'ya need?"
"Ever heard of the anti-ecto acts?" Steph asked, nervously.
"No, the fuck are those?"
"You don't know?" Danny asked, eyes wide. "You really don't know?"
"No. What's wrong?" Jason was starting to get kind of freaked out. The two teenagers were both too visibly stressed for this to be an innocent question.
Steph cringed. "You're probably going to want to sit down,"
Stephanie Brown is partnered with her classmate, Danny Fenton, on a research paper for her English Gen Ed. This single assignment lead to a spiral of circumstances that she never would have dreamed of.
1: It will piss off Vlad Masters.
2: There is precedent (pictures of all the Batkids)
3: I fit in to your adoption preferences.
4: Elaborating on the previous points, I look like a Wayne.
5: I have a bad home life.
6: I have a strong sense of morals and justice.
7: I have a punny sense of humor.
8: Moving on, I have experience with billionaires with a secret lair under their house.
9: I also know about your vigilante personas, so you don't need to hide it from me.
10: I am also a vigilante, so I can help when needed and am not helpless if targeted.
11: I'm dead, so I need specialized care that only someone as rich as you could afford.
12: On that subject, I have a ghost doctor that can help with Jason's pit madness.
...
65: It would be really funny for me.
66: I'm a package deal. You get an extra daughter for free!
67: I am a poor child who has hardly known a parents love, wouldn't you like to do something about that?
68: Tim already knows me, so I'll already have a friend.
69: You already have adoption papers ready. I already stole some and partially filled them out.
In conclusion, sign here to be my legal guardian and dad, please.
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
image of me politely not engaging with an interpretation of a character from my shows which i do not agree with and find to be in slightly poor taste
Gothamites: Don't be a villain, please don't be a villain, please, please, don't be-
Danny, after stubbing his toe, jokingly: Welp, guess this is the start of my villain arc.
Gothamites frantically baby proofing table corners: aaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!
Danny got a job in Gotham as a scientist/chemist and has been enjoying it greatly. He's the best in his field and everyone he works with is weirdly nice to him. If only they weren't so nervous around him all the time.
Yo! I'm Lira, she/her, LiraBuswavi on Ao3, and I'm just here to have a good time. The header is fanart I received for a fanfic I wrote! Check out @doodlesforfics, they're an amazing artist.
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