Dp x dc prompt/idea:
So you guys know the idea of sister towns/cities right? Like Boring Oregon & Dull Scotland are considered sister/paired towns because of their names are in the same vibe and people think it's funny.
Now consider: Amity Park & Gotham are sister cities, and have been for ages. Since before they were even cities, some say before they were even towns. Both being created by folks of the magical persuasion (though in different veins).
Now over time it's something that people - more so in Gotham, that grew and grew and grew, forgetting some of the "smaller" history along the way - don't think about much any more. A plaque beneath Amity Park's welcome sign. A bit of obscure trivia that gets pulled out in the more serious pub quizzes in Gotham. Nothing that's top of mind to anybody these days, what with Amity's ghosts and Gotham's...well, everything.
At least, it wasn't top of mind until the earthquake hit and the government cut the ailing city off from the rest of the world.
Amity Park has had it's fair share of the US government fucking them over, it took ages to drive out the GIW and for Amity Park to find peace with their undead neighbors and Phantom - their own Ghost King - that called their little city home.
So the people of Amity Park, deeply suspicious and untrusting of the government, used to disasters well beyond the scope of what normal cities are accustomed to facing and stuffed full of Midwestern politeness and a strong sense of duty to help their neighbors - no matter how far away - does what the rest of the world refuses to do.
They come together and do everything they can to help.
The people in the ruins and wreckage of Gotham are not anywhere near prepared for bright green glowing portals to start popping open all over the place. They are even less prepared for those portals to have a strange mix of glowing, flying entities and determined midwesterners brandishing emergency supplies and warm casseroles. But hey, it's not like anyone else in the world seems to give a damn if Gotham lives or dies, and these Amity Park folks seem like their kid of people.
Hanahaki AU, Jason’s flowers are Blood Blossoms. No one knows why his affliction hurts him more than the average diseased person.
Damian gets sick for the first time after going to the manor and immediately reverts to the sad little kid that he used to be whenever he got sick back at the loa, complete with sniffles and wanting his big brother to comfort him.
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Eyes welling up slightly, Damian sniffed before shuffling forward and pushing the bedroom door open, letting light from the hall spill across the room, illuminating where Jason was passed out across the bed, star-fishing on his stomach and half covered by a blanket. Sniffing again through his blocked nose, he raised a fist to scrub at his tired eyes and opened his mouth.
He coughed pathetically. “Todd. Todd.”
Jason shifted in his sleep, but did not wake. A whine slipped out of Damian’s throat.
“To-odd,” He coughed again. “Wake up.”
Jason’s eyes pressed together tighter as he gradually came to consciousness, immediately rejecting the light pressing against his closed eyelids before he cracked them open, squinting in confusion. “…What…. Dami..?”
“Todd.” He demanded. Jason woke up properly this time, blinking rapidly to get used to the light and lifting his head slightly, staring at the younger in pure bafflement. Damian sniffed again, looking at the floor as he continued, “I threw up…” Another sniff, and he wiped his nose on his pyjama sleeve. “I require assistance.”
Jason’s mouth dropped open. It shut again, before opening, and then seeming to flap open and shut a few more times before he finally settled on asking, cluelessly, “…Where’d you throw up?”
“Next to my bed.”
Eyes narrowed in even more incredulity. “Y-your bed at the manor?”
He nodded his head sadly, and Jason let his head faceplant back into his pillow.
Muffled, barely audible, Damian heard; “You threw up at the manor and decided to come to Crime Alley to tell me about it?!”
Damian hiccuped, nodding his head even though Jason couldn’t see it. Eyes becoming wet again, he whined indignantly, “I wanted Ahki!”
Jason groaned loudly. After a moment, he thumped the mattress next to his head in frustration before resignedly pushing himself up and getting to his feet.
“You’re damn lucky you’re fucking cute, habibi.” He muttered tiredly, reaching over to grab one of Damian’s slightly sweaty hands as he walked past, heading straight to the front door of his safehouse. “Come on then.”
Damian sniffed miserably, nodding as he walked with his brother.
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and that was how Bruce found out that 1: Damian was sick, and 2: Jason fucking Todd was still alive and in Gotham
going to get a glass of water at 3AM to find Damian stood in his bedroom’s doorway, watching Jason, who was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, knelt on Damian’s bedroom floor with a bunch of cleaning supplies, faithfully cleaning up Bruce’s youngest son’s vomit.
“What.”
Jason glanced up at him, rinsing a rag in the tub of water next to him. “Yeah, yeah, I fucking know. Look B-, kid has the flu. It’s three AM. Can you just go get a bowl to put by his bed and leave this reunion shit for tomorrow?”
Jaw dropped, Bruce glanced down at his youngest, who scuffed his feet and hiccuped again.
“I don’t feel well…” He borderline whispered, sniffing. “I wanted Ahki.”
“I’m here kiddo,” Jason sighed, scrubbing the carpet. “Let me finish this and then I’ll make tea and read to you, alright?”
Damian nodded pathetically. Bruce blinked. It was too early for this.
“Which bowl should I get…?”
I am positively feral of the idea that John Constantine is an ex of both Maddie and Jack Fenton. Imagine the possibilities. They’re endless.
So we do like to give Jason the Trauma about his murder by Joker, and here at Dead on Main we especially like Danny getting Extra Stabby About It
But hear me out
Jason’s got the ghost juice now
Ghosts tend to have this. Thing. About their murderers. And comic Jason has never been especially scared of the Joker post revival
What if it’s just full Soul Hate every time they’re even in vague proximity and the fucking walls start bleeding, temperature drops, static everywhere and Jason is just permanently itching to go beat his ass to death like Nightwing
So Jason obviously avoids him because
A) the dead do not avenge themselves he wants Bruce to do it
And B) it’s not fun and he doesn’t like feeling out of control
There’s just no fear response whatsoever it’s just Jason accidentally haunting both Joker and Himself and making Mama Gotham so proud
When the ghost, Phantom joins the Justice League he's a real boon. His range and strength of powers are unmatched. Casualties, injuries, even length of time taken to complete battles comes all the way down.
One day his colleagues ask about his fights where he's lost. Kind of morbidly they want to know, what kind of beings could threaten their most powerful member. What was out there and dangerous enough to really threaten the being that made Darkseid cry. Batman wants to know because he's not happy with his threat assessment or contingency plans for a creature that has admitted to being able to crack their planet like an egg.
Danny tells them about his earlier fights, several of them. He edits the stories thoroughly to obscure his own identity, the fact that he's human sometimes, and that his friends had to help him (protecting their identities most effectively by denying their existence). Danny finds that the gimmicks of his rogues makes his audience laugh. So, he gets swept up and maybe tells a few more stories than intended.
And at the end of each story, he'd explain what he learned from being bested by that enemy. Then how he used what he learned to get them next time before their evil plan could be completed.
"And it was soup time for Skulker!" "And I souped her!"
It was a little unsettling to be honest, but they figured it was a translation issue from Ghost to English or something with his accent. He probably wasn't saying soup.
Then, next week there is a battle against another ghost. Danny will tell them later that an Ancient went rogue, though they have no idea why this eyeball is trying to kill everyone. They get to see Danny actually working hard against a foe. Though, they're all unconscious by the end of the fight.
During the debrief a few days later they notice Danny with a weird accessory. A thermos.
"What you got there buddy?" "You know the eyeball was causing trouble! I had to make soup out of him. For punishment."
Danny wasn't letting this lunatic out for at least a fortnight.
Batman updates his threat assessment with Superman's troubled blessing.
Phantom's extraordinary abilities - above those of other ghosts - seems to be derived from his cannibalistic tendencies.
The Origin
(X means unfinished)
(All of these are connected but can be read as stand alone)
Meeting the phantomily:
Crack meeting the batfam :
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5 the final!
Hide @ dick’s apartment :
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5 the final!!
You can’t bench me! :
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5| Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 the final!!
ice cream| intermission | bonus
The Batburger saga : X
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3| Part 4 | Part 5| Part 6
(Ask are always open!)
Fav DPxDC trope?
ships in the AU?
First hug?
What about other villains?
Good goons!
Explosions!
Somehow I imagine it to turn into a Liminal city. A city that migrates, no fixed point or location but always in a place that seems to makes sense that there's a city there.
Like somewhere across a long highway there's a gas station with welcome to amity ville sign, you don't think much about it. It seems a bit off, the people seem a little off, but you're just here for gas. No need to think why you think there's something off with the cashier, at least they don't have anything strange at a first glance. It's probably because you vaguely don't remember a city in this route but then again, it's a boring and seemingly generic town. You've probably just forgotten, you don't need to pay attention to these small towns to get to one megacity to another. Just get to the next county/city, but somewhere in the next county you see the same gas station but with a motel near by, a welcome to amity sign. you've sworn you had passed by before but you don't remember seeing a motel, it's probably just something similar enough to give deja vu but it's not the same isn't it. You hear the truckers in your next stop about the city that only appears during certain times and at specific day, on certain highways. One swore he got flack for late delivery because he slept at the motel only to find that the next morning he's driving on the road to Arizona instead, when he turned around the damned city was gone.
The world is dying.
The GIW shot a nuke into the Ghost Zone, and now the world is paying for it.
Amity, however, is lasting the longest due to already being contaminated with Ecto.
Dash has an insanely dumb idea to save it.
Danny is just desperate enough to try it.
He manages to use a horrifying amalgamation of tech, time amulets, and magic bullshittery to actually move the city of Amity Park to a different dimension.
It, the entire city, has just crash landed (upright but crooked) a few miles down the road from Smallville.
Do it for the Striders
Cryptid Bruce
Martha and Thomas Wayne struggled to have a child for years and Thomas meets a shady man who tells him that a child will come to them soon
Thomas just ‘??? okaaaaaay’s him but in a week, Martha bursts into his office looking frazzled
“We’re being haunted.”
“….”
“Don’t give me that look, Thomas Wayne. The Manor. It’s haunted. Alfred! Tell him we’re being haunted!”
And Alfred comes in, also looking frazzled but to a lesser degree.
The two explain that things are moving around the Manor without any kind of explanation, but Thomas doesn’t believe them. Until he notices things in his office also being moved. The weirdest event is when they start hearing a child’s giggles. No explanation. None.
Not until Thomas, sleep deprived after going over paperwork for one too many hours, pops into the kitchen and…there is a child. Sitting on the kitchen counter.
The child, a boy, turns. Grins. Waves.
“Hi, daddy.”
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Bruce, they name him, can melt into shadows. He finds it hilarious. Martha thinks she’s going to go grey at her young age. She adores him. Thomas adores him. He’s their son now.
The Waynes have a mysterious child, but they keep their private lives very private, so maybe they just successfully hid a pregnancy? And then a child. For…three years. They think Bruce is three, at least.
Despite how odd of a child Bruce is, they love him dearly. He’s some kind of miracle. A…very weird, possibly magical(?) miracle.
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Dick thinks his adoptive father is strange. Extremely strange. Bruce makes absolutely no noise when he moves. He doesn’t cast shadows but he seemingly is able to *blend into them*. His smile, whilst genuine, seems a little too sharp.
He thinks he’s a vampire.
Bruce laughs so hard, he doubles over.
“No, but I am the Batman, so I guess you’re not far off.”
“…is this a joke?”
“Nope.”
“A dream?”
Bruce pinches him and Dick yelps.
Bruce doesn’t explain to Dick what he is, because he doesn’t have a clue himself. He just…is.
—
But when Jason comes along, he has a million and one questions. Bruce blinks at him.
“How did you do that? You literally *melted* into the shadows!”
Bruce shrugs.
“No. *No*. Explain.”
“I…can’t.”
“You said no secrets, B!”
Bruce puts his hands up defensively. “It’s not a secret! I really don’t know! It just…kind of happens.”
Jason stares at him. Bruce stands there. He seems to flicker? The edges of his body go a bit transparent and Dick knows he only does that when he’s stressed.
“Leave him alone, Jay. He’s telling the truth. He’s just…like that. But he’s still Bruce.”
It takes Jason two months to accept it. By then, his questions are more from genuine intrigue and wonder. He hides under Batman’s cape and somehow it’s spacious? It can even fit Dick at the same time. No one (but Bruce) can even hear them when they’re under there.
And then one day, when he goes to take a nap under Bruce’s cape, someone else is there.
“….B?”
“…”
“You know what I’m going to ask.”
“…”
“*Bruce*.”
“No real names, Robin.”
“No one can hear me!”
“…I didn’t kidnap him.”
“What his name?”
“Timothy Drake.”
“FROM DRAKE INDUSTRIES?”
And Tim wakes up, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted and way too skinny, and all of a sudden, Jason understands why Dick has cooed at him the first night Bruce brought him home.
“Um…hi.”
“B, we’re keeping him.”
Jason doesn’t need to see Bruce’s face to know he’s smiling.
—
Damian just…appears. Bruce suddenly understands his parents’ reactions to his first appearance because nearly the same exact thing happens. Bruce wakes up from a nap. He doesn’t need to sleep very often, something Tim finds incredibly annoying, declaring it to be *unfair*. He wakes up, and curled against his chest is…a boy. Who looks a *lot* like him.
“Uh.”
The child wakes up, blinks at him w striking green eyes.
“Hello Father.”
What the fuck.
Dick slams his way into Bruce’s office, followed by Jason and Tim, who are bickering with each other.
“DAAAAAAAD, THEY WON’T SHU- oh. Steal another kid?”
“…he just appeared.”
“That’s the excuse you used for Jason.”
“No. Literally. I fell asleep. No kid. Woke up. Kid.”
“My name is Damian.”
“That’s no fair. You came pre-named?”
Damian is as odd as Bruce. Actually, he’s weirder. And stabby. Bruce finds him *delightful*. He adores him.
—
Dick is Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood (no death, he just thought it was a cool name), Tim is Red Robin, and Damian’s Robin.
Bruce is Batman. Despite being in his late 30s, he still looks like he’s in his mid 20s.
—
Batman stands in front of a bank robber who’s going on about their evil bank robbing plans. Nightwing pops his head out from beneath Batman’s cape.
“Can you get to the point?”
Red Hood pops out next.
“I’m getting bored.”
Red Robin follows.
“This is sad.”
Damian.
“Scum.”
Batman sighs.
“Why are all of you here?”
“Missed you.”
They all chime in.
The robber.
“How…how the *fuck-?*”
“Language. There are kids around.”
“B, I’m 23.”
“Says the boy taking a nap in my cape. And I was talking about Red Robin and Robin.”
“…’s comfy.”
“I’m eighteen???”
“F- Batman! I am not a child!”
There’s some shuffling sounds, no doubt Red Hood moving over to ruffle Robin’s hair.
“Whatever you say, Tiny Demon.”
And then Red Hood shrieks.
“No stabbing your brothers, Robin.”
“He called me small!”
“…you are.”
“This is insulting, F- Batman. I will grow to be as big as you. No. *Bigger*.”
The robber watches in confusion, mild amusement, and horror.
Batman sighs.
“We’ll talk about this later. Now, you were saying? Blowing up the bank, terrorizing the people.” Batman yawns. “Anything else?”
“Just take me to Arkham. I think I’m insane.”
WRITTEN BY A COP: Everyone should take 5 minutes to read this. It may save your life or a loved one’s life. In daylight hours, refresh yourself of these things to do in an emergency situation… This is for you, and for you to share with your wife, your children, & everyone you know. After reading these 9 crucial tips, forward them to someone you care about. It never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in. 1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do! 2. Learned this from a tourist guide. If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you… Chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you, and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION! 3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car, kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy.. 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