Thanks For The Correction. Honestly I Know Nothing About What Happens To The Body After You Die So I

Clark opened Batman's contingency plans, how you make a contingency plan for yourself he didn't know, but Batman managed to make two dozen. The league looked on behind him nervously, if this didn't work they'd have to make a plan themselves. Making plans was something Batman had always been the best at and a skill he'd retained mind contolled.

The first contingency plan only contained 2 things; a phone number and... Another phne number. Barry voiced the words all of them were thinking "Just two numbers, That's all? Whose are they?

Dinah sighed "only one way to find out." Clark called the first number, on the third ring someone picked up.

"Who is this and what do you want?" The voice was young, way too young.

"This is the Justice League-"

"What happened to Batman?" The voic- no kid, it had to be a kid. But why would Batman put a kid's number on his own contingency plan? -asked, taking on a more urgent tone.

Oliver spoke this time "He's being mind controlled, your number was in his first contingency plan"

The voice gained a little tone of surprise. "My number was in the contingency plan? Was there anything else?"

"Just another phone number, ____"

"That's agent A's, I'll make my way over now" The whole league was stunned. Did the kid just hang up? Since when did Batman know kids? Batman would have a lot of questions to answer when this ended.

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Sure enough, half an hour later a kid walked into the watchtower. The kid was wearing a red, yellow and green costume and sported a domino mask.

Barry felt very dumb at the moment. "Are you a hero?"

"I'm Robin, Batman's partner"

"Doesn't Batman work alone?"

"Batman is in denial about being a big softy and doesn't like telling you anything." Did the kid just- "Also you should annoy him more, he keeps telling me I should stop and he uses you lot as an example" This kid must have no survival instincts.

Robin walked up to the big computer and logged in... How did this kid have access? The next thing they knew footage was pulled up- Was that from Batman's cowl?! "The footage got cut off, what I saw before that suggests Batman didn't lose any of his intellect under the mind control.

"Is that bad?" Superman didn't know why he trusted Robin's analysis but he did.

"He'll be a harder opponent to deal with but it might be easier to break the mind control or anticipate his next move" The boy's eyes kept darting across the screen, taking in information- Communications offline, Villain Profiles, Street footage -before he stood up.

Robin looked at each of the heroes individually with a calculating eye. "I have a plan, but I'd prefer to have your help than do it without" The members of the Justice League shared a hesitant glance.

Bonus:

"Don't ever make me have to fight you again!"

"I can remove you from the continge-"

"That's not what I meant! ..I'd be more worried if i couldn't do anything about it"

"I'll try to not get mind controlled again."

"...I forgive you"

I hc Dick will be non-verbal for a bit when Bruce first adopts him

god. i forgot that wei wuxian appointed jiang cheng specifically as his backup. on purpose. he told wen ning, if lan zhan and i don't come out, go get jiang cheng. the guy who just harassed me into unconsciousness and insulted lan zhan and hates your guts. he's the guy i trust to save my ass when i get into a bad situation. hello???

You know, seeing the cannibalism tag in Danny Phantom fanfics never fails to catch me off guard. No matter how many times I see it.

Few people know this, but Danny is a great cook.

He had to be. He was living with neglectful parents who sometimes forget about their children and forget to eat themselves. Sam and Tucker love his cooking as he cooks both meat and vegan dishes.

Amity Park has a yearly cooking competition and technically Danny's won it 4 years in a row.

The first year Jack and Danny entered the competition. Danny did the cooking and Jack added a "Fenton secret ingredient". That secret ingredient being ectoplasm. That day the food tasted the judges just as much as the judges tasted the food. The Fenton family was banned from the cooking competitions from that day forth.

The second year Danny entered the competition under a fake name. Unfortunately Dash had heard about him entering the competition and stole Danny's food for his own and winning the competition. Fortunately Sam stole the ribbon from Dash and gave it to Danny.

The third year Danny made sure that Dash couldn't steal his food but Cujo had also followed Danny into the competition and the bully had spread rumors about Danny putting dog in his food. And again Danny was disqualified. Sam bought him his own trophy because she knows he'd win, but it wasn't the same.

The fourth year Danny entered again, but this time so did the lunch lady and when the food was being judged people ran due to the lunch lady being a ghost the competition was canceled and no one won.

This year Danny was going to win. He had always used the recipes provided to him by his pen pal Alfred pennyworth and he was going to win fair and square and prove he was a good cook.

When the reclusive billionaire finally enters the spotlight you bet journalists Clark Kent wants to know what pushed him.

This is loosely inspired from the battinson and corenswet’s superman, a possible scene in the batman 2 perhaps? 👀

Ectoberhaunt day 6: Tabletop

Everyone can thank @jackdaw-sprite for the Danny throwing a toaster addition XD

Okay hear me out but Danny singing Let It Go. He has the ice powers and everything. He could just be messing around maybe singing into a hairbrush when he throws his hand up and ice grows everywhere.

Extra props if it’s just him randomly losing control like he did in the beginning of the show. Then he’d really be Elsa.

I just imagine him going to school trying to pretend everything he touches isn’t turning into ice. Actually that could make pretty good angst...

I love the idea of Wes but I like him best in two very specific scenarios. The first one is just him and Danny being put in a situation where they’re like the only competent people there and they have to fight or figure out the problem alongside one another and have to learn to trust each other. I just like the moment where they stare at each other like seriously, he’s the only other competent person here?

Now that the fluffs out of the way. Wes is incredibly determined to out Danny like he is in most phanon. Now imagine that Danny pulls him aside one day and tries to explain that he needs to stop danny could die, he’s begging. And Wes just looks him straight in the eye and tells him he’s a bad liar.

And then boom. Wes manages to expose danny. Maybe over a live stream, I don’t know. But the point is he’s done it and he’s all smug ready to gloat and basically tell everyone who called him crazy I told you so. Then danny’s parents start shooting at him again, then the GIW get to him first. They drag him off kicking and screaming.

This whole thing from Wes’ perspective and he has to deal with the guilt and tries to find a way to rescue Danny. Also, it turns out being proven right was everything he thought it was going to be. Especially, once his brothers start avoiding him. He just changed from being the crazy conspiracy theorist to either being the one who took the city’s hero away or being praised for finally destroying “that horrible ghost”.

He wants to go back. Danny was right.

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?