#The JLA is mortified

[bet-on-me-13]

Technically a Cult

So! Danny has been hearing through the Grapevine that a large Cult has been Summoning all the biggest Magical Creature's for some reason. Demon Lord's, Fae Kings, even a few Gods. Clockwork was summoned a little while ago, and so was Fright Knight and Pandora

And he has been patiently waiting his turn for a while. Apparently everyone they summon has gotten a really good deal from them, all in return for a few favors, sometimes a promise to not go to a specific place.

Danny really wants to strike a deal with them. He wants to ask them for a favor so he can get out of work for a few weeks, he's been planning on taking a vacation with Sam and Tuck, but the Eyeballs are being annoyingly resistant.

He feels the familiar pull of Summoning, and realizes that it's time. Awesome, time to meet this mysterious Cult!

...

Why is the JLA standing in from of him?

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Danny wanted to he summoned by a Cult so he could strike a deal with them #He wants to take a Vacation from his Ghost King duties #The JL has been Summoning a bunch if powerful Magical Beings to do a threat assessment #And if they are too dangerous they make deals so the Earth is safe from them #Danny thinks the JLA is a Cult disguising itself as a group of Heroes #“Wow I never would have thought of that. Your Cult is Way smarter than most other Cults I see” #The JLA is mortified #Constantine is amused #What did they think was going to happen when the summon all the biggest Magical Beings in the Multiverse #They're gonna gossip

[burningsands99]

You ever think about how Bruce probably buys Damian JLA action figures, because Damian’s like 11 and they have to keep appearances?

So like every year on Damian’s birthday Bruce and Alfred host a small birthday party at the manor for all of Damian’s prep school friends (“but they can’t even use swords, father.” “You have to make friends with normal kids, Damian.” “But I can’t even spar with any of them.” “That’s what your siblings are for.”) and Bruce always makes a big deal of giving Damian fancy technology and names an animal shelter in his honour and then gives him an action figure of like J’on or Arthur or someone Bruce can somewhat tolerate.

Neither of them comment on the time Bruce walked in on Damian Reenacting a battle with the toys. Damian was mortified. Bruce thought it was adorable.

#batfam #batman #bruce wayne #damian wayne #alfred the cat #batman headcanon

[gilbirda]

I am currently FULL of RAGE!!!!

Do you have any Anger Management prompts in your brain that could make me feel better?

If not that is okay

I enjoy your content!

Hello!!!! Have you taken a look at the amazing asks I've gotten before? People do really come up with great ideas!

Random posts ideas:

Jason helping Jazz fix her car and giving her his number

I did a bit of Genderbent Anger Management! Could be interesting to go ham with genderbent

Soft Anger Management headcanons

How they react to each other being angry or sad

Jazz's and Jason's love language headcanons

Submission - Jason drinks Jazz's "kale" ectoplasm shake

Submission - Jazz and Jason cause and interdimensional political incident by dating

Would Jason and Jazz have children? Ft. a whole ass ficlet in the ask

Old Man Jason and tech impaired Jazz are a match made in heaven

Tall!Jazz and crime lord Red Hood are very like Morticia and Gomez Addams and have a healthy sex life

Prompt: Jazz makes cookies that taste weird and gives them to Jason's goons. They suspect the cookies are poisoned

Submission - King Regent Jason

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Asks:

Jason working part time as a chef and knowing what the cute Arkham doctor always orders

Green Lantern!Jazz x Crime Boss!Jason

Vlad&Bruce and Danny&Dick try to set Jason and Jazz up. It goes horribly wrong

Enemies to lovers Anger Management: Take 1 and Take 2

Angst Anger Management! With stellar mention to my Evil!Jazz snippet

Anger Management adopts a kid (this is from where my fic "Family" was spawned, but the idea can go anywhere)

Good Cop!Red Hood and Bad Cop!Jazz

Danny dies and Jazz hired Red Hood to help her avenge her brother - inspired my fic Deal

Jason meets alternate versions of his girlfriend (Krossan's Hunter!Jazz, Evil!Ghost Queen!Jazz, Mortified!Jazz, Halfa!Jazz)

Jazz is hurt and VERY liminal and Red Hood sees her jump from a window unscathed

Jazz is very liminal and is captured by the GIW, the Outlaws come to her rescue???

Ember comes to Gotham and Red Hood is smitten with Jazz. She has to deal with him, with the bats being suspicious of her and with Ember messing around

Jazz becomes a Indiana Jones kind of adventurer retrieving ghostly artifacts. One adventure makes her cross paths with the Outlaws.

Short ficlet of Anger Management wedding

Jazz (and Dani) go in the Ghost King's place to Aquaman's birthday party and the Batfam is there. Shenanigans ensue.

Jason ends up betrothed to the Princess of the Ghosts by accident

Jason is sent to Amity Park by Talia, framed for the Drs Fenton's disappearances and then he imprints on Jazz

Jazz and Dan for a new Outlaws team with Red Hood. Dan redemption with a side of Anger Management.

Jazz and Jason childhood friends, they met in summer camp

Neighbors Jazz and Jason meet cute

Social worker Jazz protecting children in Crime Alley

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More random ideas:

Regency era AU

Coffee shop AU (the barista is Jason and her order is super caffeinated and with so little sugar he is worried the girl's taste buds are broken)

Necromancer!Jazz is Jason's neighbor. She is needed for something by the JLA and Jason is set to convince her to help

Sick fic! Jason mother hens sick Jazz. She does the same for him when he gets sick. (thanks Impy for the idea!)

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At the moment I don't have more but this works as a masterpost now that I think about it! Will add more when more people comes to me with fire ideas or I get more plot bunnies I can't write!

I hope this helps and you can discuss this ship with me whenever you want!!! I love them so much (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

#gil answers #minnesota-fats #anger management ship #jazz/jason #dpxdc #danny phantom #batman dc #dp x dc #dc x dp #batpham #anger management masterpost

[handythings]

Ok, so the beautiful FMK Batman AUs became a brain worm, and this is the result. I am so sorry.

*** It had been a long mission. Batman, cowl-less and (mostly) no longer bleeding, was thinking fondly of collapsing into bed when Superman spoke. “The Teen Titans are at the headquarters–want me to grab you a new cowl?”

Maybe bed could wait.

“They’re trustworthy. I think it’s about time they knew, don’t you think?” said Batman innocently. Superman barked out a laugh, an uncharacteristically devious grin on his face. “I suppose so.”

Two weeks earlier

“Fuck, Marry, Kill: Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen. Go.”

Green Arrow choked on his drink at the counter, and turned a baleful eye toward Batman as Red Robin continued the game. He got a blank stare back, with body language that somehow conveyed a world of exhaustion and the message If I have to deal with it, so do you.

It had been Superman who had introduced the game to the League, a few years back. They had stopped playing after a certain mortifying reveal, but the presence of bored teenagers in the tower had brought the game back with a vengeance. Red Robin hadn’t been the one to bring up Bruce Wayne, a regular to any FMK list, but he was now gleefully crafting the lineups and watching JLA reactions in the room. The rest of the Titans had seized on the source of entertainment after discovering that not only would Batman answer their questions thoughtfully, he would find increasingly ridiculous reasons to merc one particular billionaire.

“Marry Luthor so I can take half his assets in the divorce and use them for better purposes, Fuck Queen for obvious reasons–” Green Arrow sputtered again from the corner, “and kill Wayne–what else is that prancing idiot good for?”

Different lineups found similar answers. “Kill Wayne–have you ever had to deal with him in a hostage situation? He won’t take anything seriously, it’s infuriating.”

“Kill Wayne–we’ve got enough womanizers in Gotham.”

“Kill Wayne–Gotham’s color scheme is dark enough, can’t he wear anything lighter than charcoal?”

“Kill Wayne–he knows what he did.”

The Titans had a growing betting pool on what Bruce Wayne had actually done to earn Batman’s ire, ranging from messing up a hostage situation to ending a secret affair with The Batman himself. Red Robin had listened to all of the theories stone faced, though he’d looked ready to explode when the last option had been presented.

Still, he hadn’t let slip any clues as to what he knew about his mysterious mentor–Superboy was beginning to wonder if even Red Robin didn’t know where the animosity came from.

Present Day

“How’s game night going?”

Tim glanced up from the game, paused, and hid a grin. “Oh, you know, well enough. Cassie’s really getting the hang of Monopoly–her death threats are getting way better.” He looked back down at the board, feigning a strategizing stare as he waited for his team members to look up.

“What the FUCK–” Ah, there it was. Connor had looked up first, and for the first time in a short, snarky career found himself speechless. Tim was having a progressively harder time repressing his grin as Bruce continued casually leaning against the door frame, one hand over a stab wound through his Batgear, chest emblem on display and cowl nowhere in sight.

“Well, it’s hardly a game of Monopoly if someone isn’t afraid for their life. So long as no one goes full Jason you’re good, right?”

The rest of the Titans had looked up when Superboy had gone halfway to standing, and were now, every one of them, frozen in place. Tim hadn’t thought people actually stared with their mouths open after a shock, but there were more than a few. Good to know that some caricatures held up, he supposed.

“Yeah, no one’s been threatened with a machine gun yet, though if Connor keeps trying to cheat I might borrow one from Jason myself. Shouldn’t you get that looked at in the med bay?”

“Eh, it’s mostly stopped bleeding.”

“I’ll tell Alfred.”

“Would you look at that, I have a sudden compulsion to go to the med bay. Fancy that.” Bruce pushed off from the door frame and turned to walk down the hallway. “Enjoy game night.”

Tim tilted his head studiously back down toward the board, watching his teammates’ heads track after Bruce’s disappearing figure, struggling to hold back a laugh at how perfectly in sync they were.

“We’re being pranked, right?” said Connor, looking dazed. “You guys are buddies with Bruce Wayne, and he’s in on it?”

Tim took off his mask, rubbing his eyes, and grinned. “I mean, he is in on it. Has been from the beginning, when he decided putting on a bat costume and fighting crime was somehow a good idea.”

Tim’s face was suddenly looking more familiar–in a newscast kind of way. “You’re one of the kids he adopted–wait. Wait. Batman has kids?” Cassie said, only a little faintly.

“I mean, the Robin concept is hardly new,” said Tim, allowing the grin to spread across his face.

“Yeah, but you guys talk about it like an apprenticeship. Not–just–give me a minute.” Cassie floundered to a stop, still staring down the hallway.

A look of horror was slowly spreading across Wally’s face. “Oh no.”

Tim turned toward him, waiting for the inevitable. The rest of the team looked puzzled–or, those who had managed to shut their mouths did.

“You guys,” said Wally, now bright red as well as horrified, “we played so many rounds of FMK about Wayne. We all explained why we wanted to marry him, or, erm–”

Everyone in the room was starting to look mortified, and after a long pause Tim decided it was time to put them out of their misery. “It could’ve been worse.”

They all turned to look at him, Connor still looking skeptical of the whole concept.

“Did the League ever tell you guys how they learned Bruce’s secret identity?”

By now, the Titans were a captive audience, and a few of them shook their heads.

“They were playing Fuck, Marry, Kill.”

“No,” whispered Cassie, already looking delighted.

“Yes. They’d gone through the whole team before Batman, none of them having chosen Kill for Bruce Wayne–”

“No!” exclaimed Cassie, the glee on her face beginning to match Tim’s.

“--and they’d been pretty graphic about it, from what I hear. So Bruce just goes, you know what, fuck it, this is as good a time as any–”

“He’s a sadist.” interjected Connor, delight starting to spread across his face as well.

“--and lists his first two, fully explaining them as usual. Then he hits them with ‘I’d kill Bruce Wayne to get him out of this conversation.’ and just. Keeps working on the gadget he had on the desk.”

Cassie was cackling, and the looks of disbelief on the rest of his team’s faces were starting to crack.

“Flash was so taken aback he asked if someone in the room was Bruce Wayne.”

“Oh my god.”

“So Bruce just takes down his cowl and keeps working.”

“No. Why. He could’ve broken the Justice League.”

“I’m pretty sure he DID break the Justice League, how do you recover from that?”

“How is BATMAN the funniest person in the League, what the fuck??”

#bruce wayne is the batman?? surely not #batman #batfam #tim being a butt as usual #you know he’s been planning this forever #fmk #bruce wayne #my writing

[brevoorthistoryofcomics]

Apropos of nothing except giving a sense of the timeframe, but shortly before I bought this issue of SUPERMAN, I saw the film ROCKY in theaters for the first time. It was the birthday party for my next door neighbor Johnny Rantinella, and among other festivities, a gaggle of kids were taken out to the cinema for an evening screening of this celebrated masterpiece. Not really the best way to watch it--and at ten years old, a lot of it was dull to me, and I can remember being unsettled when Burgess Meredith has to cut Rocky’s eye open. It also felt long, too, as our family mostly went to films in the afternoon, so I wasn’t used to focusing for such a long time quite so late in the evening.

But, anyway, SUPERMAN. Pretty certain I picked up this issue on a visit to my grandmother’s house in Valley Stream. It was the first part of a really lovely four-part adventure, and represented the beginning of writer Martin Pasko’s run on the strip (He’d actually started with the previous issue, but I wouldn’t read that one for a couple of years still.) Pasko’s was a run that I really enjoyed, with some good character work, a sense of forward movement and continuity from story to story, but still the same slightly-daffy flavor that I liked from a Julie Schwartz comic. I have no doubt that the fact that the Flash was touted as a guest-star on the cover was what made me opt for this book among everything else that might have been on the racks.

The issue opens in mid-stride, with the Flash and Superman already in conflict with a monstrous-looking figure. From clues in the combatants’ exchanges, we can work out that this mysterious figure is Nam-Ek, once a scientist on Krypton who somehow survived that world’s destruction, and who may be a plague-carrier who has infected Central City with an extraterrestrial disease. All of that’s pretty secondary, though, as Nam-Ek punches the Flash so hard that it sends him literally into orbit--no idea how the Scarlet Speedster survived the impact from such a blow.

And after a quick check-in with a mysterious Blofeld-esque mastermind who strokes an alien cat in an asteroid base and muses about his plan, the story rewinds several hours, to where Clark Kent and much of his cast is heading by rail to Central City for the World News Conference. There are some shenanigans with macho jerk Steve Lombard, of course, who makes a play for Lois Lane now that Lois isn’t dating Clark. Steve’s nephew Jamie, along for the ride, has adopted himself a stray dog. We also see the disguised form of Nam-Ek touch down atop the hotel, and shortly thereafter, the Hotel’s security director is stricken with a mysterious malady and plummets from a ski lift. Superman zooms to the rescue, meeting up with the Flash, on whose home turf they’re staying and who also came in response to the insignificant crisis. 

Superman and Flash turn the stricken men over to an ambulance, and are questioned by Lois Lane, who reveals that she’s going to be relocating to Central City. This gets a reaction out of Iris West, the Flash’s wife and herself a reporter for Central’s Picture News. Iris gets in Lois’s face, telling her that her reputation as a super hero groupie won’t wash in Central, and that she should stay away from the Flash. Behind his mask, Barry is mortified. As more people begin to fall over with the same symptoms of the plague, Superman has noticed the fellow skulking on the rooftop and goes to confront Nam-Ek. Nam-Ek pleads his innocence, but the fair-minded Superman isn’t having any of it--this plague broke out when Nam-Ek showed up, so he must be responsible for it. Thus begins the fight that opened the issue, and we’re back around to the start.

As the two Kryptonians battle, Superman muses to himself, recounting the events of an Amazing World of Krypton back-up story that I hadn’t read in which Nam-Ek had been introduced. He was a Kryptonian scientist who was onsessed with curing disease, so he went into the Scarlet Jungle and killed a Rondor, a Kryptonian animal that produced a natural healing ray through its horn. Attempting to use the Rondor’s horn to acquire immortality, Nam-Ek was successful--but this transformed him into a hideous creature. Superman theorizes that the same exposure to Earth’s yellow sun that gives the two of them their super-powers must also be changing the rays of Nam-Ek’s horn into the cause of the plague.

Superman wants to test his theory, but first he’s got to subdue Nam-Ek. So he uproots an active volcano, and dumps the whole mess atop Nam-Ek (surprised by how much effort it takes him to do so.) But this is a major miscalculation, as the lava within the volcano is infused with Kryptonite, disintegrating Nam-Ek. Superman just killed a guy! Horrified by his actions, the Metropolis Marvel is at least buoyed by the fact that Green Lantern has rescued his fellow Justice Leaguer the Flash before the latter could perish in the void of space.But now Superman, having broken his solemn oath not to kill, is honor-bound to give up his career as a super hero.

But believe it or not, things actually get worse for the Man of Steel. Still in shock, he returns to the hotel and his role as Clark Kent, and runs into a furious Lois Lane. And as Lois rails at the late Clark, she suddenly keels over, stricken with the same plague. So Nam-Ek wasn’t the cause after all, just as he said! And now, not only has Superman killed a guy, but that guy might have been the only one whose powers could reverse this plague and save Lois’s life! What a pickle! And things were only beginning to get rough for our hero. To Be Continued!

Finally, the letters page ran the yearly Statement of Ownership report, which included sales information. From it, we can calculate that SUPERMAN during the preceding year had been selling 274,000 copies on a circulation of 634,000, for an efficiency of 43%. So SUPERMAN was selling many more copies than, say, yesterday’s JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA, but it was also having to print and destroy so many more copies to do so that it may actually have been less profitable than JLA was. This was another scourge of the 1970s Newsstand Distribution model--you needed to print enough copies to get your book into places where it could be seen and bought, but not so many that the returns would eat up any profit you might have made. The whole system was dicey, and it’s no surprise looking at it that the entire comic book industry was on the ropes at this time.

#Superman #Martin Pasko #Julie Schwartz #Flash #Nam-Ek #DC

[holyheadcanonsbatman]

JLA Sleeping Arrangements

Request from @canadianwithagun I am absolutely mortified it took me so long to get to this, I am so so sorry ---------------------------------------- -Everyone technically has an assigned room for if they have to stay the night or any extended period of time, but it never really works out well because half of them forget which room is theirs and end up crashing wherever -the rec room is a favourite spot to sleep in but there are sometimes sports events (both Earth sports and intergalactic events) that the team (or parts of it) gathers to watch and so it gets really loud in there and unless you're a really heavy sleeper (like Clark or Hal) there's no way to sleep there -Barry and Oliver are the most likely to show up in other people's rooms and it's gotten to the point where if someone finds them crashed in a bed that isn't their own, they just kind of leave them be and find somewhere else (or if they're able to, pick Barry or Oliver up and move them to the proper room) -once in a blue moon you can find Bruce asleep at the monitor and nobody really believes that it happens, but it's a sort of legend around the tower ("If you find Batman sleeping, all your wishes will come true" "Well I heard if you see him sleeping, you have bad luck for a year") -It occasionally happens that someone just passes out while doing things because they're tired (like once Kyle Rayner fell asleep while on a treadmill and got slammed into a wall. He was super confused but Kara got it on video and now Hal showed it to most of the GL Corp so Kyle is suuuuuper embarrassed) -coffee and other caffeine products are in high demand at the tower so J'onn is in charge of making sure to tell people what they need to get on trips to and from Earth or he goes shopping for them (it's a big ordeal because everyone wants something different so it's a long trip to make and Shiera sometimes goes with him so she can help moderate what they get)

#hope this is good! #sorry if it isn't #justice league headcanons #the justice league #bruce wayne #batman #clark kent #superman #hal jordan #kyle rayner #green lantern #barry allen #the flash #oliver queen #green arrow #shiera hall #hawkwoman #j'onn j'onzz #martian manhunter #kara danvers #supergirl #dc comics