#clark had been leaving the station on his way to ma and pa

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Dp x dc idea 166

Danny is under attack. The turkeys in amity have all come to life. All gunning for him. Of course. Clearly he does the only thing rational and has a full out food war.

Just not in amity.

He moved it to space. Better views and less people in danger of the great turkey war.

Honestly… is it actually his fault? All he did was blow up a turkey. It’s not his problem it exploded on Superman.

#dpxdc #Danny blows up the turkey #it splatters on Clark #Danny is taking his rage out on amity’s turkeys #they all came to life from the ecto levels #except sams vegan turkey #that one #only one to not come back to life and attack #clark had been leaving the station on his way to ma and pa #probably #idk #Superman meets Danny who is angry #Danny just wants food that won’t try and kill hom

[intercoursefluids]

BMFBMLBME Chapter 10

Bruce was sitting at the head of the table, head down.

It was silent.

No one said a word, it was a stark contrast from how his mornings usually began.

Bruce looked up, glancing about the room.

Dick, Jason, and Tim had moved back into the manor. Steph and Cass as well. All of his children were back under one roof.

Except for one.

Except for Damian.

It was his birthday.

Everyone was feeling his absence more acutely, more painfully, than they had been the past few weeks.

Everyone was affected by his absence, by his empty seat at the breakfast table.

Directly to the right of Bruce, sandwiched between his father and eldest brother.

His favorite chair.

There wasn’t a speck of dust on it.

It was cleaned religiously, as was his room. Left in perfect condition, waiting for his return.

Alfred came into the room, refilling coffees and teas.

A quiet bout of ‘Thank you, Alfred’s sounded around the room.

That was the only thing said.

Everyone looked sunken in, drained.

Stephanie’s eyes were red, Bruce knew she had been crying.

Tim’s eyes were hallowed, missing that calculating look they always seemed to hold. The spark of curiosity.

Even Alfred looked worse for wear, he stood directly behind Damian’s chair, pausing on his way to his own. His hand brushed over the chair, wiping off invisible dust.

His age was beginning to show, his exhaustion and worry pulling at his face.

Bruce didn’t want to know how he looked.

It was Damian’s birthday, so naturally, they were eating his favorite for breakfast.

They ate in silence.

After breakfast, they moved to different places in the house, trying to deal with their missing family.

No one was leaving the manor that day, unless Gotham was burning to the ground, no one would lift a finger to help. It could wait until tomorrow.

One by one, they all found their way to his room.

Alfred was the first there, cleaning the room. He straightened already straightened already straight blankets and sheets, wiped imaginary dust off of every surface he could see. He cleaned the already crystal-clear windows, straightened picture frames that were already perfectly centered.

He cleaned the room everyday.

Bruce was the next to join him, sitting down on the floor, leaning his back against the bed.

It was like when Jason was gone all over again. The bed was empty, the room cold.

It wasn’t right.

He wanted his son.

All he wanted was his boy back.

One by one, the rest of his children piled in.

They all ended up on the floor with him. No one was willing to disturb his space.

Stephanie was closest to him, leaning against his arm, Jason was on the other side of her.

Cass was in her lap, holding onto Bruce’s pant leg.

Alfred sat down beside Jason, his son immediately leaned into the man.

Dick and Tim were on Bruce’s other side. Tim as leaning on his other arm, Dick had his arm around him, slumped against his brother.

Duke was there as well, trapped by Dick’s other arm.

They all sat there, surrounded by Damian’s belongings and each other, trying to breath without feeling like their lungs were being crushed.

Alfred the cat waltzed into the room, followed by Titus and Ace.

Titus went to his bed, laying down with Ace and whimpering. Alfred the cat had jumped up on Damian’s bed, going up to his pillow and laying on it, purring.

It broke Bruce’s heart just a little more.

Everyone was feeling Damian’s absence, his animals included.

He would have to send a thank you to the Kents, he realized.

Once the news of Damian going missing had reached them, they were pillars of support for his family.

They had taken over the care of Batcow and Goliath, Ma and Pa Kent had been sending Clark with baked goods and some meals so they wouldn’t have to worry about it.

Alfred hadn’t even been cooking most days, accepting the help from the Kents. He cooked Damian’s birthday breakfast though; he wouldn’t let anyone else do it.

The Supers, as well as Wonder Woman had been seen patrolling Gotham lately. Some news stations had speculated about it but most of the news coverage had been centered around Damian’s disappearance.

The Wayne family was falling apart at the seams, everyone knew it.

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