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Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.
Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side. 
Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.
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The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids! 
Ghost?
Should they call in the JLD?
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Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.
Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!
Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.
He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth. 
But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.
A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.
But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.
He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness. 
He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it. 
He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.
He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.
Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. 
Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy. 
He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.
In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.
“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”
Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-
Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-
“Are you single?”
There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.
He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!
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DP x DC AU
Danny's gonna adopt all the Halfas in Gotham whether he wants to or not, and it's gonna start with the little dead girl he found after crawling out of that portal in the league base.
Pt 2 here. My Au Art
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There's a dead little girl sitting on the rug in front of Danny's coffee table curiously eating Cheetos.
Well, she's not all the way dead, only half, could even be a little less then that, Danny would know he's sort of the leading expert on being half dead.
Her skins blue, like comic book mystique blue, vibrant and impossible to miss. Shes got these big black eyes and a nasty split going straight through her upper lip to just under her right eye.
She's also missing her nose, it's just gone, no cartilage left over just the gaping nasal cavity like skulls have.
The little girl looks dead, she is dead, or she's at least as dead as Danny is which is almost exclusively in name only.
Her name is Curaré, Danny only knows it because it's been branded into the skin of the little girls neck, just under the curve of her bald skull.
Curaré is terribly thin, the little toddler sized T-shirt she has on hangs loose around her torso where baby fat should fill it out.
She's horrible to look at, a tiny nightmare, her corpse like coloring doing nothing to mitigate the appearance.
Curaré was neither a healthy nor normal little girl, there was no way Danny could have left that league facility without her.
Oh and she almost exclusively spoke in Spanish which made finding her dinner hard.
Not that Cheetos are really dinner, little kids need to eat more then that Danny was pretty sure, like 89% sure. Although they did have a lot of calories...
Danny tilts his head absently as he looks at her, the little demon being illuminated red and green by the glow of the TV. She's enraptured by the Scooby doo rerun Gotham's only spanish language channel is playing tonight.
As if she can feel his eyes she turns to him and tilts her head the same way.
Danny blinks at her, Curaré blinks back.
" Uh- " Danny starts, trying to remember anything from his Spanish elective from sophomore year. God, his teacher had been right he had needed to study more. " The Cheetos, you like them? They're uh...bueno? Oh! Son Buenos?"
He points his finger down at the snack sized bag in her grasp, her fingers are tiny , they must be so fragile, looking at the desperate grasp they have on the bag makes Danny's chest hurt. How could anyone be so small? Had Danny ever been that small?
Curaré blinks again, long and slow, processing Danny's words. She looks down at her Cheetos and back up at Danny then she carefully holds the bag out to him.
" Oh no that's ok they're for you kiddo" Danny insists.
Curaré shakes the bag at him, like enticing a stray cat with treats but he only shakes his head again.
She gives up after that, shrugging and turning back to her cartoons.
Inside her chest Danny can feel her ghost core vibrate placidly as Scooby and Shaggy run across the TV in a panic.
Danny's own core can't help but try to match it's frequency, a low contented humming echoes between them, safe it seems to say.
Curaré can't be older then 4, which means she was resurrected young and that she died even younger. Danny doesn't know how any of it happened, halfas aren't created easily, the amount of energy needed...
She's so small.
He hopes it was fast, whatever it was that did this to her, made her like him.
Danny also hopes that her injuries aren't permanent. Some ghosts keep the carnage of their corpses well into the after life but as a Halfa Curaré should heal, even if she got those injuries during her ressurction. For her sake it'll be much easier to find some sense of normalcy if she isn't always actively bleeding, even if the blood itself is just an ecto-echo of real blood.
Danny curls his knees up to his chest and hides his face for a moment just trying to breathe. He's too young to be taking care of a toddler, he's still six months away from turning 18 and hes got school on Monday. His eyes burn and his throat constricts as he tries to swallow.
No one else but Danny would know how to take care of Curaré, and she's got no family to try and stumble their way through it. Danny can't take her back to the league and he sure as hell isn't going to search for whoever put that brand on her neck.
Even if he dropped her off at the fire station Gotham only has one Meta focused orphanage, it's state run and all the kids in it have to wear little prison style jump suits. And the food sucks, Danny can personally vouch for that.
She doesn't have a home, she's just as out of place here in Gotham as Danny is. Danny really wishes, not for the first time, that he had an adult here. Like Jazz or hell even Mr. Fuckin Lancer.
Just anyone. Anyone who could tell Danny what to do about this. Who could help him out with the child he's suddenly acquired.
He wishes anyone else was here so it wouldn't just be him and Curaré. Two dead kids sitting on the floor of a studio apartment in the Bowery watching cartoons.
What a pair the two of them will make, oh God. Danny laughs as a few tears stain his jeans.
Curaré makes a curious little noise that has Danny forcing his head up. She's reached the inevitable end of her snack sized bag and she looks absolutely devastated. She turns to look at him, tilting the empty bag towards him as if to say ' can you believe this shit!'
Danny can't help but give her a watery smile, no more crying Fenton, and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.
" Okay, one thing at a time." Danny tells himself. " You finished your Cheetos and now it's time for dinner, right? Stop me if I'm wrong."
Curaré just looks at him.
Danny's not worried, they're gonna have all the time in the world to teach her to appreciate humour and also English.
" I'm going to take that as a yes. " Danny hops up off the floor and goes to find his phone, nobody does dinner like the local Batburger.
Little foot steps follow him into the hallway, he'll have to get used to that sound he's going to be hearing it a lot.
Food first, everything would be better after they ate.
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For BG I imagine he's been living in Gotham for a few months and found Curaré while popping in and out of different portals in Gotham. (Who woulda guessed that some portal in Gotham leads right to the lazarus pit)
Note: if u wanna see cool art for this AU it's all in the Danny and the little dead girl au tag on my pg!
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thebibliosphere · 8 days
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I know the studio will say it was to keep the cast manageable, but the real reason they couldn't put Cassandra Cain in the Gotham Knights video game is because they'd get to Bruce's funeral, and Cass would know shit is up.
She'd know.
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duketectivecomics · 1 month
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‘Jason was Duke’s robin’ ‘tim was dukes robin’ YOURE ALL FOOLS
Steph as dukes most formative robin is RIGHT THERE
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sadiewayne · 5 months
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i started drafting my long ass post about grayson
and then the deluxe edition of gotham knights was on sale for £15.99 so i’ve been playing that like crazy
whoops
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So Scooby-Doo occurs in the DC universe. The Scooby gang has encountered and teamed up with the dynamic duo multiple times. Another show of Hanna-Barbara was The Blue Falcon and Dynomutt.
I headcannon that Batman sometimes teams up with Blue Falcon and Dynomutt as well as them visiting the other’s city. Not only that I headcannon that Big City is on the same Bay as Gotham and Metropolis. Now imagine Bruce Wayne going to Radley Crowne’s art exhibits and the two of them interacting. It could start off with them not knowing the other’s identity until the Scooby gang need the superheroes to solve a mystery.
Now additionally: Batman encounters Blue Falcon’s rouge gallery and just goes “let’s hope Joker and Gimmick never meet or Queen Bee and Poison Ivy”
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stealingyourbones · 10 months
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Short DPXDC Prompts #848
Duke Thomas is instructed to show around a new classmate: Dash Baxter.
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violent138 · 3 months
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Something about Bruce Wayne using extreme sports to cover up for his injuries is so hilarious to me. I bet the Gotham news cycle/tabloids spend quite a bit of time worrying about why their resident royal moron is even doing extreme sports. Whatever will he do next?
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breadandblankets · 5 months
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day one billion of asking people to quit calling we are robin a cult or a gang, yall really be showing your whole asses
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FIRST NIGHT OF VIGILANTE-ING AND I HEAR SOME GUYS TALKING ABOUT JUMPING ON THEIR HOGS AND RIDING?????? HELLO???????????
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Also, would tumblr wan’ me ta rank all our resident furries? Maybe some a’ th’ rouges least likely ta murder me?
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npeucnodnyaya · 7 days
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gothamghostwhispers · 3 months
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When Artem wakes up in the morning and sets about their routine: brush hair, wake and bake, get breakfast for themselves and Selene, brush teeth, meal prep - that routine is quickly interrupted when Artem notices their pull out bed is being used and their guest is still there. Still sleeping for now.
Artem mentally rearranged their schedule. Skipping right to the meal prep, making four easy to travel with lunches since that was quieter.
After that was done they started making a breakfast consisting of bacon and pancakes
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catluniscia · 2 months
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This woman is her own person, her own aspects, and I don't like her she is very much a bad person who is definitely disturbed she thinks Joker is actually doing something for a greater good and it wasn't via his influence, yes he interacted with her ONCE before she became Punchline and she herself became obsessed with him via studying all his cases, he wasn't manipulating her at all like he did with Harley who in turn got Stockholm syndrome kinda sorta. She did this work on her own she knew the horrible things he did, wasn't mystified with charisma. If anything she is like those people who actually love Joker and think he is a good guy…you know ones who really loved the joker movie and will tell you your too small minded if you don't like it…over hypers.
And yes Joker works with her, he tried to flirt, she didn't care. She threatened him to not do that again…Yea this is a character a person she is not the anti harley or harley 2.0 she is her own character…and I love it…I also fucking hate her but she is a villain so you know she is doing it.
I just really also like her look and outfit…oh something black and purple and goth of course I love it, And I wanted to draw a crazy faced lady again!… I like drawing them
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thebatcreature · 9 months
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How did we go from this
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to THIS
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in the span of just one issue?
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spiralcass · 1 year
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PITCH: ST. HADRIAN’S FINISHING SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
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Talia Al Ghul looks at the elite teen girl assassin private schools she’s been operating around the world for decades, and questions what the Hell she was thinking with them, before realizing how she could use this infrastructure for good. Keep things mostly the same, but switch the focus from making the best killers possible to serve her, to teaching girls from villainous families the skills they need to survive the hands they’ve been dealt (and warmly welcoming anyone who *does* want to join her after graduation). 
Talia then actually comes to Bruce about this, and even though he doesn’t support this idea, he is happy to see Talia so genuinely warm and excited to help these kids the best way she knows how (after getting her to clarify that, “No, Beloved. Students won’t actually be killing people anymore”) 
Talia then says the real reason she came here is that she wants him to enroll Cass, explaining she’s aware of who she is, she’s aware that none of her four parental figures ever bothered getting her an education, and that, with killing no longer a direct part of the school’s ciriculum, it would likely be a better option for her than any normal school.* Bruce is hesitant, but Talia is able to convince him to at least run the idea by Cass.
Cass 100% wants to go, but only because the fact that the school is still pumping out *probable* killers is horrifying to her, and she wants to go in and get as many people out as possible. Bruce knows he can’t stop her now that the idea is in her head, but if she’s going in with a plan like this, he wants her to have backup. Harper is recruited since, like Cass, she never went to high school, and Steph comes along under a fake identity since she’s infiltrated these schools before. 
From there, the series follows, Cass, Harper, and Steph as they get accustomed to their new school, make new friends and enemies, and see what it’s like for the kids of villains and mobsters and henchmen who don’t end up becoming heroes or villains, and are just trying to survive. 
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