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fe-fictions · 8 months

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Hi hi, can we get Priam protecting Robin from a would be assassin? Or something angtsy? I miss our blue haired swordsman 🥺

(Did not intend for this one to get so long, but once I get on a roll with Priam, I just can't stop!!! ;; A ;; )

The letters had come in before, but diligent investigation would always prove they were nothing to worry about. More often than not, the culprits were easy to find.

Besides, you were living in the castle, and Priam was your husband. The fear of something happening was at a minimum.

But Priam didn't agree; it was why he was the first to notice the increased volume of death threats. The letters were coming in every other day.

You remained unfazed, but Priam was starting to worry.

“These aren’t a joke, Robin. Whoever this is, they mean business.” He held up yet another letter that had come in that morning.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on your morning tea and reading over the latest reports from the eastern villages.

Instead of a response, he received a noncommittal hum. You remained unconcerned about this.

“Robin.” He caught your attention when he walked into the kitchen, holding up the parchment that had rather severe language scrawled all over it. “You should be more concerned.”

“I suppose, but what can we do? Miriel and Tharja are running spells on letters we have, and Frederick is doing an investigation with the knights. Worrying about what's out of our control won't do anything.”

“Neither is being flippant about it.” He countered, arms crossed. “I don’t feel comfortable with this. Until we have an idea of where this bastard is, I don’t want you going anywhere that I can’t be with you.”

“Are you putting me on house arrest, my love? I'm not sure that'll be effective.” You rose to your feet, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I can take care of myself, y'know. Do I need to remind you with another sparring victory? I’ve got a dozen on you, by now.”

Priam was quick to reciprocate your affection, hands settling on your hips and tugging you closer.

“I would never suggest you’re incapable of protecting yourself. I wouldn’t have married you had it not been for your strength…among other things.” He added hastily when you quirked an eyebrow at him. “But I am unsettled by these threats. The anticipation of someone hunting you and not knowing when they could strike frightens me.”

“It isn’t pleasant.” You agreed, chin on his chest. “But I'm not afraid. I know you're looking out for me, as are the Shepherds. If I do end up in danger, I’ll have you at my side to protect me if I'm unable to.”

“Hmm.” He managed a small smile, though he remained unconvinced. “Will you at least permit me to be your shadow for the next few days? I'd be more at ease if you had someone to watch your blind spots.”

“That’s a funny way of saying you just can’t keep your hands off me, and want to spend every possible second romancing the love of your life.”

“I didn’t say that, but…” His hands slid lower, a firm pinch eliciting a squeak and a giggle. “It’s not wrong."

After pulling your husband back into he bedroom for a morning romp, the concerns of the day seemed to fall to the wayside. Priam stayed true to his word and remained at your side, which did assuage his worries.

It seemed to stay calm, and the day passed without issue. It wasn’t until the next day that trouble rose.

“Another letter.” Priam grumbled, returning from his morning training. The letter was crumpled angrily as he opened the door.

Maybe he ought to do some investigating on his own. If there was a general idea of where the letters were coming from, surely he could deduce who threatened his wife.

Of course, the plan to do some sleuthing faded when he found you putting on your favorite shawl...which you only wore when going into town.

“You aren’t seriously planning on going out, are you?”

You jumped at his voice, surprised to see him back home already.

“Oh! Welcome home, Priam. I was about to go and find you.’

"Why?”

“I wanted to take my day off to go buy some new books. Sumia and I’s favorite author released the latest book in the series, and there are a couple others I’ve been meaning to buy, too. I thought it’d be good to go ahead and grab them all, you know?”

“You shouldn’t be leaving the grounds at all, Robin. Do you have any idea how unsafe it is to be seen in public?”

“I know it’s not the safest thing to do, but…it’d be nice to get out. I haven’t had a chance to go out in nearly two weeks. It’s been so busy, and…I mean, we're all stressed out about this creepy person, so…I just…I wanted a breather.”

“You’re feeling nervous about being cooped up.” He sighed, nodding in understanding. “But it’s not safe right now. What if this person is in Ylisstol? What if they’re just waiting for you to come out?”

You huffed, tying styling your hair in the mirror while Priam watched, deeply displeased.

“We don’t know anything yet. And until we know, I’m not convinced that it’s completely unsafe for me to go out and just have a little break.”

“Robin…”

“Come on, Priam! You’re going to come with me anyways, and we’re in Ylisstol! The royal guard and the Shepherds will be minutes away. I promise I won’t run off or do anything foolish.”

“...If you swear to only go to the bookstore, and nowhere else.”

“Not even the blacksmith? I know there’s some new swords you’ve been eying, over there.”

“No.” He remained firm, “Just the bookstore.”

With a heavy sigh, you conceded, going to his side and pulling his hands into yours.

“Very well. Just the bookstore.” You promised, “And I won’t leave your side.”

He squeezed your hands, satisfied with your terms. “Let me change into something less conspicuous. Then we can be off.”

Priam didn’t change long to remove his armor plates, and before long he was dressed in a much more casual tunic and linens that wouldn’t suggest to anyone that he was a highly skilled swordsman.

In your much more casual garb, he hoped that you would blend into the crowd more easily.

And for a while, he was right.

Nobody paid any attention to the pair as they strolled through the town square. The sunshine was warm and gbright, the breeze pleasant and the chatter of the citizens jovial and light.

It was a perfectly pleasant day to be out. You took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell of freedom.

“Isn’t this a beautiful day? Perfect for a nice walk.” You hummed, looping your arm with your husband’s. Priam remained focused.

“We should not let our guard down. Someone who is old enough to send death threats to the king’s home is capable of anything.”

"Of course.” You agreed solemnly, although you were far more interested in the approaching bookstore. “I know you’re not fond of going through this place, so I won’t force you to go in if you don’t want to.”

“That is the absolute least of my worries right now.” He opened the door for you, the little bell tinkling to announce your arrival. He came in quickly behind you, scanning the place for threats.

Nothing but the smell of parchment, ink and romantic noblewomen’s perfume.

The visit went without incident. The books were easily found and purchased, your husband dutifully carrying them for you and slinging the satchel over his shoulder.

It didn't take long before you were on your way back home. the streets remained bustling, but Priam did seem to relax some; perhaps it was because the worst was over, and you were returning to safety.

"Be careful with those novels, now. Sumia says they're worth a lot in the future if we keep them in good condition. That means no tossing them about!”

“When have I ever tossed your…ah, fine. As you wish.”

You made it around the corner of the store when you sensed it.

Your shoulders straightened some, but your gait remained the same so as not to alert suspicion.

“Priam.”

“I feel it, too.”

Someone’s eyes were on you.

The crowd was getting thicker thanks to the afternoon swing of the market, which meant that there was going to be more chaos to try and navigate. An opportunity for someone to slip in and attack.

“What are you thinking, Robin?”

“Don’t speed up. I don’t want to let them know we’re aware.” You replied, keeping your eyes forward, “Especially if it’s the them.”

“Should we take a detour?”

“Somewhere with less people. I don’t want anyone getting hurt on my account.” You told him, carefully weaving through the main street, and finding a path off to the side.

Priam’s eyes were shifting everywhere, trying to lock onto the stalker. He could feel their gaze intensely, and it was laser focused on his wife.

“Robin, stay close. I can’t lock onto them.” He pulled you nearer, jaw clenched tight.

"They might not be visible. Tharja and Miriel haven’t found the source yet- which leads me to believe they’re a mage. Someone smart enough to cover their tracks…and that can conceal their appearance.”

“That doesn’t sound like an amateur.”

“It isn’t.” You agreed, turning another corner onto a residential street. Most homes would be empty at this point.

The castle wasn’t too far from here, and there were guards only a couple blocks away. If you were a little bit quicker-

“Thoron!!”

A cry you’d never heard cracked overhead. Priam whipped around, just as the bolt of lightning was flung.

He yanked you to his chest, taking the brunt of the hit to his back. It took you off your feet, sending you both careening into the earth meters away.

“Gods-!” You cursed, adrenaline bursting through your system. You were the first to your feet, searching for your attacker.

There was a shadow of a figure rippling through the sunlight, but you couldn’t see them clearly. Your Levin Sword was quickly drawn, braced to defend against another attack.

“Show yourself, coward1!!”

Priam could hear your voice, but was still reeling from the bolt of lightning that tore through his body. He pulled onto his knees, shaking his head in a feeble attempt to regain steadiness.

“Priam!! Are you all right?!” You called to your husband, sparing a glance back at him.

That was your first mistake. In an instant the shadow shifted, and Nosferatu suddenly barreled through the air. You gasped, throwing your sword up to counter before it cut through you.

Sparks of thunder ripped from the metal, the force of it pushing you back. You growled, drawing up the blade and throwing a bolt of lightning at your attacker.

There was a startled cry, the blast of sparks destroying their illusion charm. A black cloak appeared in the smoke, revealing the Valmese Empire’s insignia.

“Damn you!!” They bellowed, the hood flipping back to reveal a woman with wild hair and even more maniacal eyes. “How dare you breathe after stealing Pheros from me!!”

“Pheros?” Your brow furrowed, recalling the name. Priam steadied to his feet, Ragnell drawn and holding his frame up.

“That’s…the name of the lady general. One of Walhart’s best-”

“She fell in battle years ago.” You recalled, making the woman shriek in anger.

“By your hand!! And now…now you’ll pay!!”

The mage rushed forward, flinging her hand back to throw another blast of black magic. Priam rushed in front of you, grabbing your arm and pushing you behind him.

“Another bolt!! Now!!” He shouted to you, just as he swung his blade. Ragnell missed by a hair, the woman dodging the swift attack and losing the focus on her spell.

The Nosferatu spell fell apart- just as your Levin Sword threw out another devastating shock.

A roar of pain flew from her lips, the electric energy tearing through her very core.

Priam rushed forward before she could recover, all but throwing himself on top of her.

His full weight pressed onto her, he yanked her arms behind her back, and searched for more weapons.

“You got her??” You called out to him, closing the distance he had put between you and the woman.

“Stay back!!” He held out his hand, anger blowing his eyes wide in spite of the pain he still felt. “You’re the one she wants.”

“Damn you…d-damn you!!” She struggled and fought under his hold, but Priam wasn’t going to let her move. You shot up a flare, though you could already hear the shouts of the capital knights rushing towards the aftermath.

“Who the hells are you, witch??” Priam demanded, stabbing Ragnell into the ground by her face. “Did you come alone? Or are there others??”

“You…you stole my Pheros!! You took her away from me!! How dare you come back to life- how dare you live, when she is still dead!!”

“She’s hysterical.” You panted, sheathing your sword. “I doubt she worked with anyone else.”

“I will not risk anyone else attacking you in broad daylight. This woman is deranged- if there are others like her, I will know!” He growled, pulling the woman’s arms back harder.

Priam did not have the opportunity to interrogate her further; Sully was galloping in, Stahl and Kellam on her flank while a whole host of other guards clamoring in behind them.

“Robin! Priam!! Are you hurt?!” Sully demanded, “Who did this?!”

“This wench attacked Robin.” He said, standing back up and pulling her with him. She snapped at him, trying to bite, claw, anything she could do to get free of him.

Priam did not falter.

“Is this the one who’s been sending all those letters?” Stahl asked, “A dark mage…no wonder they couldn’t trace her with magic.”

“She is smart…but she is not well.” You informed them, “She’s completely out of her mind.”

The storm of profanity rushing from the woman’s mouth confirmed your statements. Sully nodded, sending the guards forward to get her properly detained.

“Are either of you harmed? Or…actually, Priam, you look like you could use some first aid.”

“It’s a flesh wound. Nothing more.” Priam huffed, walking back to you with a limp that you were alarmed by.

“Gods, you took the full brunt of that Thoron, didn’t you?” You realized, spotting the bloody gashes that were littered all over his body. “Dammit, we should’ve worn armor…this wouldn’t have hit you half as hard if you weren’t in your casual clothes.”

“Would’ve drawn more attention…though, I suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, huh?” Priam all but fell against you when you came to his side, pulling him into you. You pulled his arm over your shoulders, and supported his back.

Kellam helped you bring him back to the castle. It didn’t take long for word to get out about what happened. Tharja was the first to start charging towards the prison, though Miriel was able to hold her back (lest she harm the culprit beyond repair).

You stayed with Priam in the medical wing, holding his hand tightly as they worked to heal him. A few staves and plenty of bandages later, he was looking much better.

Though he would need to remain in bed for at least a few days to ensure the healing process was completed.

You helped him into the bed, quick to tuck him in and get him settled. Priam watched you with a soft gaze, watching you dart about in an attempt to get him relaxed.

“Robin…you all right?”

“I am, yes. Thanks to you.”

Almost sheepishly you returned to his side, setting a cup of water on the bedside along with a pouch of medicinal herbs.

“Here…Libra said this will help with the pain. It won’t taste good, but it’ll ease your discomfort.” You sat down beside him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked quietly, “You look upset.”

“Because I'm the one who wanted to go outside. I put you in harm’s way.” You sighed, “I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up. Maybe if I’d waited a little longer, they could’ve figured out who she was and caught her.”

'“Don’t be upset because of that. You would’ve done the same for me in a heartbeat. And honestly, I’m glad it happened.”'

“What? Why??” You stared at him, confused. Priam took your hand from his face, kissing your palm.

“Because we were able to draw out the threat, and neutralize it immediately. If we hadn’t gone out, we would both still be worried, and on edge. We were able to stop it together.”

“Still, I feel awful! You never would’ve gotten hurt if I’d just stayed here. The last thing I ever wanted was to put you in danger. And now you’re stuck in bed, which I know you hate because that means you’ll lose muscle mass from lack of training, and-”

“Love.” Priam cut you off, both your hands drawn into his, “I will always be the first to defend you should anyone wish you harm. I am proud to take the fall for you. Nothing to forgive. I regret nothing, because I know you would do the exact same for me.”

“In a heartbeat.” You confirmed, smiling sweetly at your husband.

Priam drew you in, wrapping his arms around you.

Carefully your hands rested on his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat and comforted by the familiar scent of sandalwood and steel.

“You give my strength purpose and meaning, Robin. If I could not use it to protect you…there would be no reason to fight.”

“I understand. But…you’re also my strength, Priam. So promise me that from now on, you’ll stay right by my side, all right?”

“I swear it.” He beamed at you, earning leaning tilting his chin up for a much deserved kiss. You met his affection whole heartedly.

When he pulled away, you were both breathless, and smiling like a pair of lovestruck fools.

“....Oh, I just realized.”

“Hm?”

“We forgot your books. And I had flung them away, too.”

“The books are the least of my worries right now, you silly man.”

‘Yes, but we bought them already, and…well, I tossed them away. Even if they haven’t been taken up by someone else, they’re going to be damaged…their value will be greatly diminished, won’t they?”

“Sweetheart, we live in the castle. I’m the Exalt’s tactician. We can afford to lose a couple of books. I’ll just buy some more on our next day off, together.”

“I admire your confidence.”

“And we’ll stop by the blacksmith too. As a reward for, you know, saving your wife’s life, and all.”

“A fine reward for my efforts. But I would have done it for this, and nothing more.” He grinned, drawing you into another kiss, more fervent and joyous than the last.

It As soon as he recovered, the two of you were on a lovely trip into town, where you made good on your promise (after he insisted you buy new books first, of course).

#priam #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #priam x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #hurt and comfort #angst #assassin prompt #love me some sunrise warrior #he is the best of the best ;;;;

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esperosisdoeswriting · 1 year

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Prompt #602

They pinched the bridge of their nose, "You realize in an assassination job, you're supposed to just kill the target, right?" they asked, exasperated.

[Assassin] took a sip of their drink, "I mean, they're fuckin' dead, aren't they?"

"Aswell as everyone else in their general vicinity!" they nearly yelled.

"Something, something omelet, something, something eggs." [Assassin] shrugged, "They were bad people anyway, so I don't really care."

#writing prompt #prompt #assassin prompt #assassin #esper prompt #writing #writblr

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writingpromptsforwriting · 1 year

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"Why is it that whenever I pray for something, something else happens?"

"What do you mean-"

"That, I never wanted to be in this situation, I wanted both of us to be true to each other and to trust each other unlike this situation."

"Honey, I am sorry for not telling you before, I-I had no choice-"

"Enough of the crap already."

#assassin prompt #spy prompt #prompt #writing prompt #daily prompt #story ideas #writing idea #writeblr #writing inspiration #writing dialogue #dialogue prompt #scene prompt

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josephinegerardywriter · 1 year

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"Who cares what you're going to wear? You're here as an assassin."

"But it's a party. A nice party."

#dialogue prompt #writing prompt #prompt #creative writing prompt #dialogue ideas #assassin prompt

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greenglowinspooks · 6 months

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To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #literally Ace is too good a boy to pass on #this veered wildly into ‘Danny emotionally adopts Damian’ but really it’s what he deserves #sometimes family is an ex child assassin an undead college student and a ghost dog #also Danny gives literally no shits during investigations because he Cannot Die #he will just casually take 40 bullets to the chest like it’s nothing #if he encounters a rogue he will beat the everloving hell out of them and then give them Jazz’s card #(she’s doing confidential therapy for vigilantes and rogues)#except for the ones who are too far gone. like the joker #he’s a bitch and Danny hates him #if given the opportunity Danny would gladly kill him but Clockwork says he’s not allowed to do that #so he settles with beating the hell out of him and then covering all his stuff in glue #and of course alerting the authorities

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puppetmaster13u · 4 months

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Prompt 170

Once again on my Ras & Danny being training rivals thanks to time travel bullshit.

Look, Danny knows about the league of Assassins, but he almost dies of laughter when he realizes it’s the modern name of the league of Shadows. He’s an adult now, has been for a while, he’s allowed to find the situation he’s found himself in amusing. Hell, his sparring buddy who is somehow still alive is laughing too.

And no one else knows what’s going on, okay? This random man walked into their secret base, completely ignored the many assassins trying to stop him, and called their illustrious leader a “Little Bitch Man” and they are now fighting?

The fighting is familiar, but why the fuck is Ras cackling and saying things like “Ayreh Feek” back. Practically saying “Fuck you,” while laughing and oh Pit, they’re Bantering this is terrifying, why has Ras not won yet, why has this man not died yet and- bodies aren’t supposed to bend like that what the fuck-

Ras on the other hand, has One friend, who is immortal like him, actually remembers the shit he complains about, is also down for saving endangered animals, and actually knows how to spar! It’s not a proper spar unless someone loses at least a hand that has to be reattached! And honestly, people nowadays should know that the proper greeting to an old friend is to instantly try to kill the other.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Jason & Talia & the Assassins are just standing there in utter confusion #Dusan also standing there: Oh thank fuck his sparring buddy is back we kept losing operatives whenever Father decided to be affectionate #Most of the League is at least Ecto contaminated but the Al Ghuls are Liminal AF #Danny as a teen: Ur a lil bitch lmao #Ras as a teen: Well fuck you too I hope the earth swallows you where you stand #Danny as an adult when he sees his friend: Hey Bitch #Ras to everyone’s horror: Hey Fucker you’re a decade late #Danny: Had a king to kill you know how it is #Talia: Alright Jason time for you to go to Gotham I think there might be hallucinogens in the Base #Jason: No I want to see more of this this is comedy gold #Tiny Damian doing mental gymnastics: Is this Grandmother?????#No one knows how the fuck to describe their relationship- are they friends?? Rivals?? Lovers?? Just too dudes who apparently have known #each other for a Very long time????

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ghost-bxrd · 4 months

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Prompt:

Damian, who has just lost the last member of his family, goes off the deep end and, in a fit of violent rage, goes tumbling through a portal and back in time.

Jason doesn’t know how the scary guy with the gunshot wound became his problem but he’s not heartless enough to leave him to bleed out beside some dumpster in Crime Alley.

#Damian imprinting on Jason like a duckling #but like in reverse #grown up Damian adopting baby Jason #reverse robins in a way #Damian landing several years in the past in league outfit:#Damian’s mental stability is like a house of leaves #during a hurricane #not very stable #Jason as Damian’s emotional support kid #what do you do when there’s a highly trained assassin running around Gotham killing anybody that breathes the wrong way at his kid #right you call the bat #said Bat is very confused #look I know this prompt is similar to the last one but I needed to get this outta my system #just like the goddamn anesthesia #prompts #jason todd #batfamily #batfam #Damian wayne #Damian al ghul #Damian casually starting a new life #slowly but surely gathering his family #because we all saw what happened when he lost them #dick grayson #bruce wayne #robin #tim drake #red hood #fic #time travel

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adoptable-fanfic-prompts · 3 months

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Red Robin Writing Prompt

Tim only told Jason that Jason had been cleaning up Gotham the ‘easy way’ is because Tim knows for a fact how easy killing is. He had his first kill before he was even 7 years old.

No one realizes this until Joker makes Tim “choose” between shooting one of two batfam members and Tim just picks up the gun without hesitation and shoots the Joker in just the right spot for it to be fatal but for it to not be an instant death.

Tim turns to Jason, “Like I said: Easy way out.”

#writing prompt #fanfic prompt #writing #fanfic #fanfic idea #fanfic ideas #dc #tim drake #red robin #red robin fanfic #Tim was left alone too much as a child #only reason he realized that killing was bad was from stalking Batman #Tim is not the most mentally well child #I mean it’s practically canon considering how easily he blew up the League of Assassins bases…#Tim needs therapy #in canon and in this writing prompt #so do the rest of the Bats #jason todd

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nerdpoe · 8 months

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Damian's online friend is sleeping over at Wayne Manor, and its going great.

Well, until he dies.

They had all gone down to "sleep", which meant that they had Daniel go to sleep while everyone went out on patrol.

Upon returning, Damian checked on Daniel.

Just to make sure that his Grandfather had not sent any assassins that had taken advantage of Damian's weakness in friendships, of course.

Daniel isn't breathing.

When Damian goes to check his pulse, it isn't there.

Damian storms out of the room on a warpath; he would find who had killed his friend and he would make them pay.

Danny wakes up six hours later on a metal slab in a secret underground lair with one Leslie Thompkins hovering over him with a scalpel.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #personally i think danny and damian would get along #canonically danny is a little shit who likes to deliberately antagonize people #damian is a little shit who loves to antagonize people as well and would absolutely feed on this #together it's hell for everyone else #they gossip and push ALL the buttons #but danny pulls damian back from taking things a bit too far #so now damian is convinced some rando assassin just killed one of his two best friends #jon is fine he lives with clark #damian isn't worried about that beyond how he'll tell jon #but atm damian has to convert his grief into rage

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noisilyscreechingsong · 1 year

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As the (for a lack of a better word) god of balance and space, and being a halfa that is arguably immortal, Danny has the rare opportunity to reincarnate. Live again. Start over.

When Clockwork had originally told him he was immortal, he (understandably) assumed he meant he, Danny Fenton, could not die. He was wrong. As usual. Instead, it was that he, his soul, could not parish or cease to exist. Two very different things that he was forced to learn through experience when Danny Fenton died at the age of 64 from a car accident as mundane as that is, and ended up in the Ghost Zone to, presumably, ‘live’ the rest of his afterlife. It wasn’t until later when he fell asleep in his lair (first sign something was happening, ghosts don’t need to sleep) and woke up with his head fuzzy and body clumsy. He was a baby and it wasn’t until his mind was old enough to comprehend who he was that he understood he was living life again, this time as child in a different universe and different time.

And when he died again, this time very young from a sickness traveling through his village, he ended up in his lair again, as if he never left. The other ghosts understood after a brief explanation, but the process was still disorienting. Even if it happened again and again.

This time he was born into an odd place. He awoke from a large tube of green liquid. He had a mother named Talia and a Grandfather. He also had a father and older brother named Damian, but they lived in a different country and weren’t really on speaking terms it seemed. It also appeared he was born into a cult of some kind. Mother called it the League of Assassins and Grandfather called it his Legacy, the organization he built from the ground up. Oh and it all revolved around the green, bubbling pit below their home that had resurrection powers that may or may not make someone insane.

A connection to the dead in the basement, a family business, and a Frootloop with too much power. This was turning out to be a lot like his first life.

It’s the assassinations that bother him. He’s fine with killing to protect himself and to protect others. He’s even fine with mercy killings, but to kill someone who is unarmed and can’t even put up a fight is crossing a line.

Grandfather doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like a lot of what Danny does. He talks back too much, he doesn’t follow orders, he has too much of an imagination, he has a weak stomach and can’t see the big picture, he’s never good enough. He’s also compared to his big brother Damian a lot. He’s never even met the guy but knows he has a better fighting stance and climbed the mountain faster when he was Danny’s age. Danny doesn’t know if he wants to met Damian at all after hearing his name every time Grandfather criticizes him. The only thing Damian is to him is a standard to exceed.

And don’t get him started on his Father. Mother brags about him enough, but he’s obviously not here for a reason. He stole Damian from the family, Grandfather says, his golden heir. Danny is just the spare, filling in for his older brother who doesn’t want to come home. Of course, he takes everything with a grain of salt. Danny’s family also brainwashes and conditions people to follow them and die for them, it’s all twisted and manipulative. However, there’s bound to be some truth woven in there somewhere and it doesn’t look good for his biological father.

When Danny becomes the Demon’s Head, and with everything he’s been training for he WILL be the Head, the first thing he’s doing is cutting Grandfather’s head right off his shoulders and feeding it to the dogs. He’ll run this cult thing with actual morals and better management. Not too much change because then his position will be questioned, but over time he’ll bring about some good outcomes.

He does think his family believes they are doing things for the greater good, he just thinks they’ve lost sight of what’s important.

Danny’s not even bothered with not having a normal childhood. He’s lived it once or twice, it was quiet, nice, but ultimately boring. He enjoys the adventure and thrives on the action. He gets excited when he learns a new weapon and celebrates when he finally perfects that technique he’s been practicing. He’s proud when his mother compliments his precise aim in her own weird roundabout way of speaking and is awfully smug when Grandfather doesn’t say a word of criticism when he slaughters his opponents efficiently.

He has a crazy family, but it’s his. So it comes to no surprise that he feels a little unbalanced when his mother takes him to Gotham after some political tension between Grandfather and some group he’s not important enough to know.

He’s seven and has lived this entire life in Nanda Parbat, only visiting the other League locations a few times, where the weather is warm and the air is clean. Gotham is the opposite of his home. He remembers a life in Chicago, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the permanent smog covering the sky. Even if it was clear, the light pollution would hinder his view of the stars.

He already hated this place and was actively counting down the minutes until they could leave. Although he had a suspicion of why they were here. The tight lines beside his mother’s eyes gave away her reluctance, but her confident stance didn’t falter.

Danny watches as she meets with a man in a black superhero suit and what looks like a teenager in a different uniform. The pieces were finally coming together when Mother calls him to come out and he drops from the rafters to land on his feet like a cat.

Their two visitors stare hard at him and if he was in a different life he might have fidgeted under their intense attention. He does not.

“My son, this is your father and older brother.”

“Mother,” the teen- Danny’s brother, Damian, objects, “since when do I have a brother? Have you adopted like Father?”

In response, Danny pulls down the black mask to show the rest of his face and the clear resemblance between the two. Danny had more blue mixed with his green eyes to give a marbled effect and he had his mother’s jaw line but he still had his father’s lips and- actually that was all he could see, the cowl obstructing the rest of his features. Either way, there was no mistaking Danny and Damian as anything but brothers.

“Damian, meet your brother. I hope the two of you will get along and look out for one another.”

Like hell they will, Danny thinks bitterly. He’s spent pretty much this whole life being compared to the boy in front of him, there’s bound to be some resentment on his part.

“I thought he’d be taller,” he tells his mother, eyeing Damian up and down unimpressed.

Damian actually sputters.

“Talia,” his father says, demands, as if asking twenty questions in that one word.

“You will care for him while I’m away. It isn’t safe for him and I have work to do.”

Danny knew it was coming and yet he still felt the squeeze of panic and betrayal in his chest.

“Mother, don’t leave me here,” he almost whines but just manages to keep his voice steady. “I can stay in Switzerland or the Alps or somewhere else that is not here.”

Mother says his name with that amount of sharpness that lets him know she wasn’t changing her mind. He huffs angrily and glares at the two in front of him like it was their fault his was here in this disgusting city.

They don’t talk for much longer before Danny is following them back to a black suped-up car and Mother is nowhere in sight. The ride is silent, the others’ thoughts loud and leaving the vehicle suffocating.

Danny decides to make the process difficult for them, arguing when they ask for a blood sample to confirm, getting into things he clearly shouldn’t when he got bored, and being a little shit to anyone else that shows up in his path.

He knew nothing of this side of his family, his Mother only telling him how strong and honorable his father is and how proud she is of Damian despite his decision to not become the Demon’s Heir. This was his opportunity to watch and learn and maybe test their patience here and there. He didn’t want to be there, they didn’t want him there, so he was going to make this everyone’s problem and maybe formulate his own opinion of his father and brother in the meantime.

It doesn’t take much for him to tolerate the others Father has brought into his side of the family because he had no prior knowledge of them.

He respects Alfred, he can relate to Tim, Dick is a pun master that Danny can’t help but contribute, Jason is too cool not to like, Cass is kind, Steph is bubbly, Duke is probably the most normal, and Selina has a mischievousness to her that Danny can get behind.

Father is gruff. He always looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t. Danny isn’t used to that. Mother and Grandfather and even himself have the position of power to say what they want without much consequence. What’s stopping him?

It gets to a point where Danny snaps and demands he speak his mind or say what he’s feeling. It doesn’t go well but he thinks there might have been some progress in the days afterwards.

Damian is a different story. Danny doesn’t hate his brother, but he certainly doesn’t like him. He makes a point to show it through pranks on the older boy and trying to outplay him in competitions and bets the other sometimes doesn’t even agree to.

Danny can admire how passionate he is in his art and how devoted he is to caring for his animals, and even how much he reminds him of Sam from his first life, but it doesn’t erase the years of feeling less than the perfect first son.

This doesn’t really change until Damian comes back and goes directly to the medbay after a mission gone wrong. It takes Danny a moment to realize that he’s worried for his big brother. Damian is in pain and Danny does not like it. He wants to go out and kill the men who hurt his brother, make them pay for what they’ve done. He wants to be the one to stitch up his wounds and bring him soup.

It’s truly unfortunate that his obsession is protection, particularly around those he considers friends and family.

Danny tones down on the aggression towards Damian after that. He still pranks the teenager and teases him and challenges him to competitions and duels, but it’s more in a brotherly way than showing resentment. Damian definitely notices, but wisely doesn’t address it. Instead, Damian quietly talks about what he remembers and misses of Nanda Parbat when the two of them are alone, both of them actually having a conversation without raised voices or tense shoulders.

After a while Danny doesn’t even realize he isn’t counting the days anymore.

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