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A bold reporter (hi Lois) asks Batman, because half is shtick is that he's full human. Batman stares at them, and tells them, "You mess with any member of my family? We all come together, united against one ememy. And now you're going to see what happens when we all have a common denominator,"

Batman walks away, and the government has +2 to their panic level. The Robins had all hacked the Pentagon for FUN, oh god(s) what are they going to do? Batman let the feral ones off their child leashes for this, oh gods they're going to all have fates worse than death.

Duke, meanwhile, is greatly enjoying the mew family bonding activity! Going to protests, in and out of uniform, booing government agents, it's great! He loves his family.

So apparently Danny is a member of the Legion of Doom. No he had not realized this until recently. He had simply been approached by some guys talking about him being illegal and a little unhinged (plus the bonus that he had powers) and how he should totally join their club. How was he supposed to know that they really meant he'd make an excellent evil genius and that their "club" was an organization bent on the destruction of the Justice League?

Ohoho, this is beautiful. Unfourtanetly, Hunter's ideas of how to be a Good Nephew are entirely based off of what Belos wanted from him. Some things, Hunter now knows is wrong. Other, more subtle things... Not so much.

Hunter makes food as an act of service, because Lillith, most likely, does not want Hunter to go hunt palismen for her. Lilith wonders if it's poisoned.

Hunter calls out to her every time she enters the room to announce her presence, like he used to herald for Belos. Lilith, an introvert, thinks this is some kind of passive aggressive attack on her.

It all comes to a head when Lillith snaps at Hunter, and his immediate reaction is to kneel and beg for forgiveness, because that's what you do when you're a Bad Nephew... isn't it?

I'm seething at the untapped potential of the Lilith And Hunter dynamic, imagine going to see your sister and seeing that your former colleague/rival is sleeping on her couch in the ugliest shirt you've ever seen, he looks like he hasn't slept in 4 days (normal) and has also been crying (not as normal) and then your sister tells you he's wanted for treason and he is now your new nephew, you suddenly remember the time you tried to trip this kid down a flight of stairs and tore up his Limited Addition Emperors Coven Poster when he asked you to sign it, and by the look on his face he ALSO remembers and he doesn't plan to forget OR forgive your transgressions

Constantine: There are hyper specific manners, and if you break them you will join the kings court as an undead thrall.

Batman: Okay. Young man, you need to eat healthy.

Danny Phantom, teenager, also King of the Infinite Realms: Okay Mr. Batman.

Put That Thing Back Where it Came From or So Help Me-

Constantine was pacing back and forth in the waiting room, hands flying as he went over the rules of dealing with Infinite Realm Nobility for the eighteenth time.

Bruce tried to pay attention, really. But he'd already memorized this speech of the Laughing Magicians, and all there was really left to do was wait for their turn to meet the High King.

A flash of movement caught Bruce's attention, and he found his eyes drawn to a completely human teenager meandering his way from one of the side doors and towards the refrigerator stocked with "mortal friendly snacks".

Bruce kept quiet as he heard the teen muttering to himself about "aw yeah fuck yeah fiji water fuck yes", and let Constantine drone on and on about how they were probably the first mortals the King had ever met.

The teenager behind the ranting man stocked his arms full of Fiji water, chips, and cosmic brownies.

Then the Teen turned and realized Bruce was watching him.

Bruce shook his head minutely.

The teen slowly turned back to the fridge and put everything but the Fiji water back. That and the cosmic brownie.

Cautious blue eyes met his, and the kid raised an eyebrow.

Bruce scowled.

The brownie was quickly replaced with a banana.

Bruce gave a slight nod and looked away.

The teen darted back through the side door.

He didn't know who the kid was, but eating healthy was important. And, okay, maybe his own experience with kids had shoved its way to the front of his brain and taken over.

At least the random teenager in the Land of the Dead would have a healthy snack.

Two more minutes passed before the small entourage was allowed into the antechamber.

A glowing, floating boy was hovering just above the throne. White hair, glowing green eyes, a crown that looked like it was made of shattered pieces of space glittering above his head-and a poorly hidden half empty bottle of Fiji water peeking out at them from behind the throne, kept company by a single banana.

...Huh.

He had either told the Kings servant what to feed the King, or...

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms, I am Phantom, High King. For what reason do you seek an audience?"

Oh. Nope, nevermind on the servant theory. That was the kids voice.

Bruce had directly told the King of an entire dimension what he could and could not eat.

There's a glowing humanoid adolescent looking being covered in a violently green glowing blood(?) covering them. They look at Hal, and the look so, so scared.

"Hey, I'm here to help," Hal says, as softly as he can. Universal translation of the ring don't fail him now.

The kid opens their mouth but nothing comes out. Their gloved(?) hands reach up to clutch at their throat, showing off the strange, sharp handcuffs on their wrists. The kid looks up at him, eyes wide and beseeching.

"I'm going to come closer, okay? I'll get those off you, and get you somewhere safe, okay?"

'Promise?' The kid mouths, overexagerated. (Is this what Batman feels before he gets another for his brood? Hal has to say he now regretfully understands where Bats is coming from.)

"Yeah kid," Hal replies as he slowly hovers closer, "I promise,"

DPxDC Prompt

After escaping the GIW by flying into the GIW’s own portal Danny flies aimlessly in search of the far frozen to heal and rest. With a fresh wound on his throat and  wearing the GIW’s patented power suppression cuffs, Danny can’t even speak let alone use most of his powers.

He can’t even dodge as a natural portal opens right on top of him spitting him out in the void of space!

Shocked and stunned he can barely react when a man in a green suit flies up to meet him asking him if he needs help.

Crab Day

okay, so here's a new info post from the top.

the problem: tumblr is extremely extremely in debt. the current model is not profitable. this is why they are trying to turn the site into a shit clone of every other social media site, so they can attract new users and their money.

solution: not a ton of people can afford a long-term subscriptions like ad-free. however, many of us CAN afford $3 to inflict crabs on another unsuspecting user. (and those that can't, can still enjoy crabs everywhere)

the idea: in the grand traditions of mishapocalypses and goncharovs and tumblr users' obsession with [random inconsequential thing] Days, we create a fund drive/holiday on July 29th, dubbed Crab Day. buy your friends crabs. buy your enemies crabs. blaze posts. post memes. change ur icon. whatever. actually put your money where your mouth is and show @staff that there actually IS profit motive to listen to the current users about what we want this site to look like. (and yes, that means accessibility features too. we currently have zero leverage to demand these features. let's change that.)

i don't know if this will actually go anywhere. worst case scenario, a few of us have fun, tumblr gets a small amount of money, and nothing changes. best case though, we actually provide incentive to keep our stupid hellsite unique.

De-aged Dead on Main

I swear I saw a post earlier today that someone was making a fic about Danny and/or Jason getting de-aged to their death age and I can't stop thinking about how cute that would be

Like imagine, Danny and Jason are already either best buds or dating and some ghosty nonsense or magic turns them back to 14 and 15 respectively. They both just look at each other like 'shit, what now?' And have to figure out how to turn back

Non of Jason's "built like a fridge" clothes and gear fit him so Danny, being a lil smaller, lends him some of his stuff (which is still big bet closer). And then they go off as little mini Hood and Phantom trying to solve their problems.

I need this in my life. I will be reading that fic once it's out and if I find it.

There's no modulater or anything like that in his helmet, but it is really fun to see the looks on their faces when the accent drops entirely.

Jason being resurrected and picking up the most intense Philly Accent as Red Hood, and all the bats don’t even consider that he’s Jason behind the mask because no way would he talk like that

it all comes crashing down when Red Hood, in his most Philly Accent possible, Quotes Shakespeare at Dick. The weirdest bit? Anytime he takes of the helmet Jason’s accent is totally gone

Someone just pronounced charade like facade I'm going to die.

That's the plan. Get caught, gain indisputable proof of crimes, press panic button, get saved by Phantom. Rinse, repeat. Clark, meanwhile, is going to have a panic attack.

Short DPXDC Prompts #994

Sam works as an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet. Clark is terrified. That woman has even worse self disregard than Lois. One of these days Sam is going to get caught by some criminal ring or evil millionaire.