#danny: I think it's important I meet your son

[confessedlyfannish]

DP x DC Prompt #7

Robin is heretofore thought to be alone when he swings his katana behind him, almost catching the Adam's apple of his mother's new lover.

"Whoopsie!" Danny says, taking an agile step back, as if Robin's slice was a slip of the hand rather than a deliberate and likely fatal attack.

"What are you doing here," Robin demands, mask hiding the momentary widen of his eyes. No one sneaks up on the heir of Batman, least of all his mother's latest toy.

"I wanted to chat, just you and I," Danny says, as if they are standing on a sidewalk and not the rooftop of a forty floor building in the dead of night, Robin in full costume. "I know you were kinda caught off guard yesterday night."

"I was not caught off guard."

This is a lie. Yesterday night when Talia had appeared at the latest Wayne Charity Ball as the date of Daniel Fenton, an up-and-coming name in renewable energy, Father's dumbfounded look had been nothing less than genuine.

And even the Annoyance had choked on his non-alcoholic champagne when Talia had instructed Damian to greet his "new stepfather".

"Talia," Danny had said levelly, running a hand over hers placed delicately in the crook of his arm, "Remember how we were going to break this gently?"

"Darling, Al Ghuls do not require a gentle break," Talia had replied.

"What is happening," Tim had quietly muttered, squinting at the contents of his glass suspiciously. "What."

Tonight Danny is as calm as he was the previous night, looking amused if anything. Damian resists the urge to take another swing at him. Mother would probably not like that. Danny's affections towards her had seemed quite genuine, his eyes often on her with a light Damian reluctantly recognized from Grayson's many dalliances. And dare he say it, Mother had seemed to reciprocate.

"My mistake. Still," Danny says, "I was hoping to speak with you alone."

"I do not require another father," Damian says promptly. This is true. He already has a father, and a Grayson, and the other annoyances, and Alfred. "And you should not be speaking to a...minor...without their guardian present." He does not like saying this, as he is fully capable of being his own guardian, but Dick had been adamant once updated by Tim and Barbara that should Damian come in contact with Danny alone he was to say as such. He had extracted a promise from Damian after a high-pitched lecture via video call going on nigh an hour. Damian had been waterboarded, twice, and would have preferred a third time to one of Grayson's seminars on "stranger danger" and "parental custody". It had prevented him from going on patrol with Batman, who had left shortly after the gala, presumably to meet with his mother.

Batman had not succeeded, returning without a word. Red Hood, cackling, had pulled up behind him to congratulate Damian on his new "daddy" and loudly tell Oracle how Bruce had gotten an eyeful. An eyeful of what, Damian wasn't sure, and asking only made Jason laugh harder and Dick yell from the Batcomputer.

"Good thing I'm speaking to Robin, then," Danny says with a grin. Damian updates his mental file on the man to less of a goody two-shoes than previously thought. "And like I said last night, I'm not here to overstep."

"Then?" Robin asks crossing his arms.

"You and I are a lot alike, actually," Danny says. Despite the chill of the night, wind whipping at his hair, he seems very comfortable in his t-shirt and jeans.

Damian scoffs and Danny holds his hands up.

"Okay, I deserved that one. What I mean is, and bear with me here, I had a lot going on when I was your age, and my parents weren't always super...present. Their work kept them pretty distracted as we got older and more independent."

The background check they'd run indicated Danny's parents were scientists, his sister a therapist and women's self-defense instructor. The man himself had nothing remarkable on his record beyond a public intoxication charge in his early twenties, but that hardly meant anything. Talia Al Ghul's public record was nothing short of exemplary, one of the many facts that had made the judge reluctant to grant Bruce full custody.

"And listen, I know the way I was raised in the midwest is vastly different from your upbringing, and comparing the two would likely be condescending and a disservice to you, but I also know that while I liked my independence, I wish I had been able to talk to my parents more when things got tough."

"I fail to understand what you are saying," Damian says flatly. "Are you instructing me to speak to my parents as you believe I am having a hard time? And your basis for this incredibly incorrect hypothesis is you were once a teenager whose parents were neglectful? Also, this is certainly overstepping."

Danny's smile is sheepish. "It is, isn't it?"

Damian turns to leave.

"What I'm trying to say," Danny says loudly. "Is that I intend to stay in Gotham. I have some things I need to see to here so I'll be here a while.

"And this is important to me because--"

"Talia will be staying." When Damian continues to stare at him blankly, he clarifies: "With me. Here. I mean, we definitely will go on a honeymoon at some point, even though I'm not sure we're actually married no matter what Talia says about that ceremony--"

"Tt. Grandfather will never let Mother simply galavant around."

"You don't need to worry about Ra's any more," Danny says, straightening. His voice is firm and certain. "He won't be bothering you or your mother."

"That's impossible," Damian says sharply.

"You can ask Talia yourself." Danny pulls out a card. "This is the hotel we're staying at. Room 805. You are right that you definitely shouldn't come without your father's permission, but if he's alright with it please feel free."

Danny takes a step closer, and if Damian's quick grip on his katana bothers him he doesn't show it.

"I mean it Robin. I'm not saying Talia's going to petition for joint custody, and I'll make sure Batman knows that as well. I just want you to know she's here. If you ever want to...see her."

He holds out the card until Damian plucks it from his hand with a growl.

"And also, Damian?"

"What?" Damian snaps.

"Your mom talks about you all the time. I think she'd like to see you too."

"Tt." Damian says, eyes darting down to the card. When they flick back up, Danny is gone.

Damian pulls a quick 360, sword drawn, but the man is nowhere to be seen.

"Robin," Batman says in his comm. "Need you on the west docks."

His comm line was open the whole time, he realizes, but Oracle is uncharacteristically silent. A further investigation shows no time has passed since Danny arrived at the roof. Only the card clenched in his fist indicates he was ever there.

"On my way," Damian says, sheathing his weapon.

Hmph. Of course. His mother is no fool, least of all in her selection of lovers.

Upon arriving at the cave later that night, Damian exits the clock at the rear of the group.

"Father," he says as he clears the threshold. "I wish to spend time with Mother and Stepfather at their earliest convenience. Perhaps tomorrow after school."

Everyone stops still, turning to look back at him. Tim pauses mid-stretch, Steph's jaw drops, and Cassie smiles pleasantly at him. Even Alfred, a tray of freshly baked cookies in hand, blinks at him.

Bruce's mouth opens and closes, wordlessly.

"Absolutely not!" Dick Grayson screeches from the other end of the hallway, dufflebag in hand. Behind him Jason grasps the doorway, doubled over in laughter.

#dick ain't no one bad touching my baby grayson #danny: I think it's important I meet your son #talia: why tho #batman #batfam #in case it wasn't clear bruce thought this was some sort of trap #then accidentally peeped on two newly wedded people getting it on #damian wayne #talia al ghul #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc prompt #I also subscribe to the concept where this is a diff dimension #danny's been alive for a millenia #and talia is sam reincarnated #puppy dog stepdad ghost god loves his goth assassin single mom gf #my writing

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead On Main AU Part 4

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Jason listens carefully to Jazz’s half of the conversation, but Jazz seems to be mostly listening. Jazz says he’s taking him to Nasty for dinner, which Jason can’t say he’s excited about. He doesn’t know if Nasty is supposed to be describing the food or the place. Either way it is not comforting that whatever Nasty is, it is somehow a better source of food than his soulmate’s house. 

Eventually Jazz hands the phone back to him. 

“Everything good?” Jason asks.

“Yeah, your dad, Dick, and Tim are going to be driving me over, but It’s a long drive so Jazz will get you dinner and then you can do whatever. I have a gaming system, and you’re welcome to use my bed. If you need help finding clothes, or really with anything, then Jazz will help you.”

“Got it.” Long drive with B, Dick, and Tim. They’re all going to interrogate him immediately. While he’s trapped in a box with them for hours. “Hey, my family is really nosy and they will pry and they have no emotional cues so they will not know when to stop. Just… Tell them if they’re bothering you, and you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Jason doesn’t know who will be worse in this scenario. Bruce is going to interrogate him for literally everything, Dick is probably going to be all relationships and feelings, Tim is a nice in-between which just means he’ll probably support any and all interrogating. 

“Same goes for you. Jazz is studying to be a psychologist, and my entire family forgets that we’re not all test subjects for whatever they’re working on. Mom and Dad with their gadgets, and Jazz with her… studying and analyzing you. There are no boundaries.” 

“Oh, I’m familiar with that concept.” Jason chuckled.

“Well, given the circumstances I’d say if we can survive each other’s families that’s probably a pretty good sign.”

Kid is probably right. Fate and everything. 

Jazz goes out to clear a path to the door, making sure there are no weapons to run into. When she gets back she leads Jason out, but when they get to the ground floor Jason is grabbed. 

“Happy Birthday Dann-o!” The person holding him is tall. Very tall compared to Danny, and taller than Jason in his regular body. He has black hair and it looks like he's wearing a jumpsuit. After squeezing to the point where Jason couldn't breath for a second Jazz gets the man to put him down. 

“Dad, this isn't Danny right now.” 

“What do you mean princess, of course it is!” 

A woman comes around the corner to stand next to the man, she is also in a jumpsuit but she has Jazz’s red hair.

“Guys, it's his sixteenth birthday.” So Danny's parents remember his birthday but not how old he is? Could be that they’ve forgotten the significance of a person’s sixteenth birthday, but given it should be an important day in a child’s life, they should have remembered.

“We know it's his birthday dear.” The woman comes over to give Jason a hug as well, but this one is less painful. And she's tall too, Jason is not used to feeling this short anymore.

“Mom, Dad, this is Jason. Danny’s soulmate.” The both of them just blink for a second. Jason, this is Drs. Jack and Maddie Fenton, Danny’s parents.”

“Nice to meet you both.” Jason gets out.

“Well, this is wonderful!” Dr. Fenton-Maddie says. “Figures Danny would be the younger one. Are you going to be here for dinner?”

Jason glances over at Jazz.

“No, you told us that you would be busy, so we already made plans.” Jazz sidesteps the invitation. Jason couldn’t tell if that was true or a lie to get him out of the situation. Would they tell their son that they were too busy to have dinner with him on his birthday? He wants to think the answer is no. “Shame Danny will be missing out, but we’ll save his presents for him.”

“Alright, well you kids have fun then!” Maddie and Jack left as quickly as they came, rambling about something that Jason could not understand.

“They didn’t want to know where Danny is? Who he’s with? Where we’re going? Anything?” Jason turned to Jazz who had a pinched look on her face.

“Neither of us get up to much trouble, they’ve trusted us for a while now.” 

“Trust him to be magically transported who-knows-where?” Jason is almost stupefied by the utter lack of regard for Danny’s well-being. He is insulted on his soulmate’s behalf. “He could be in another country for all they know! They didn’t even ask!”

Jazz nods. “Best not to think about it. Everything is turning out alright anyways. Now come on, let’s get dinner.”

Jason is seething, but doesn’t think it will do much good to argue with her here so he decides to calm down. He startles a little when he realizes how easy it is to calm down in this body. Just decide to, and then move on. None of the lingering churning in his gut or fog in his mind. 

He frowns as he follows Jazz out the door, hoping that Danny’s not having too hard a time in his body.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #my writing #fanfiction #red hood #danny phantom #soulmate au

[such-expensive-mistakes]

Superpham AU (part 7)

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A short one today, but I thought this section was funny (until it got sad again).

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It’s a quiet evening in the Lane-Kent household: Lois is trying to turn her notes into an article, Clark is going over Jon’s math homework, and Jon is watching a show Lois is only half-following.  It features lots of gunfire and explosions, though Lois’s— unfortunately extensive— experience with witnessing real violence makes the version on TV look cartoonish.  She suspects that is part of the show’s appeal.

Danny is paying about as much attention to the TV as Lois is, engrossed in something on his phone.  At least he’s in the same room as the rest of them, instead of sequestering himself away.

“Hey Lois?” Danny suddenly asks.

Lois looks up from her work.  “What’s up?”

“Did you know the internet thinks you’re Superman’s girlfriend?”

Lois knows that if she looks at Clark, he’ll be turning red, the way he always does whenever this particular subject comes up.  Lois herself is barely holding back a laugh.  Jon’s wrinkling his nose, looking thoroughly embarrassed by his parents.

“Well, I am,” she says, barely keeping herself composed.

“No, I mean—” Danny begins.

“You mean people say that I’m dating Superman and married to Clark?”  Lois glances at Clark, who is now hiding his face in his hands.  “Someone forgot to check for cameras after rescuing me a few years back, and we got caught kissing on film.  It was let people think Superman is a homewrecker or let them think I’m in a polyamorous relationship with my husband and his alter ego.”  

“That’s… really weird.”  Danny is giving her the kind of judgmental look only teenagers can give.  

Lois does laugh at that.  “It is, a bit.  But it helps protect Clark’s secret identity, so I don’t mind.”

“Don’t listen to her,” Clark finally says.  “There were other ways to handle that situation; she just thinks this is funny.”

“Even your parents think it’s funny,” Lois says.  Clark just sighs, faux-aggrieved.  

“It’s not even the weirdest thing on the internet about Superman,” Danny says.  “It’s just the weirdest thing everyone agrees is true.”

“Please do not tell me what else you’ve found,” Clark says.  

“You can tell me,” Lois says.  “We can just make Clark leave for a bit.”  Reading conspiracy theories about Superman is her guilty pleasure, though if anyone asks, she does it to keep tabs on anyone who might have a viable way of hurting him.  

Danny just laughs, and something in Lois’s chest seizes up.  Is this the first time she’s heard him laugh since he came back?  She thinks it might be.

She doesn’t want to call attention to it; like as not, that would just make him pull away again.  Instead she says, “Superman doesn’t even get the best conspiracy theories.  Those are all Batman.”  That’s because Bruce purposefully cultivates them, of course, but that’s not important.

“Which one is he, again?” Danny asks.  

It’s not that Lois ever forgets that Danny has spent most of his life in another dimension.  But little offhand comments like that… they really drive it home.  There are plenty of superheroes, even Justice League members, that most of the general public has never heard of— but Batman is not one of them.

She's saved from answering by Clark.

"You'll meet him eventually," Clark says.  "He's a good friend of mine.  And Jon and Kon are close to his two youngest sons, Robin and Red Robin."

Danny nods thoughtfully.  "Right.  I think Red Robin's in the group chat Kon added me to."

Lois reminds herself to thank Kon next time she sees him.  He and Danny seem to have connected, and Kon seems to have made it his personal mission to keep Danny from slipping too far into one of his funks again.

"Speaking of Kon," Clark begins.  "Ma and Pa want to know when we'll be able to make it to Smallville to visit."

They've been trying not to overwhelm Danny by introducing him to too many new people at once, but maybe that was the wrong choice.  Maybe they should be pushing him to get out more, to connect with this dimension.  Besides, Kon spends most of his time in Smallville, and they already know that he and Danny get along.

Lois re-evaluates the article she’s been working on.  Perry would probably appreciate it sooner rather than later, but if she turns in a smaller article this week, she can probably swing a weekend off.  If not, she can always work on it from Kansas.

“This weekend should work,” Lois says.  “If that’s alright with you, Danny.”

Danny looks a little surprised to be consulted.  “I— yeah, that works.  Not like I have anywhere else to be.”  He laughs a little, but the joke falls flat, and Lois resolves to double down on helping Danny connect with more people here in this dimension.

#superpham au #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic

[roosterforme]

Batting Practice Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets roped into helping Bob coach tee ball, even though he knows nothing about kids. But he is immediately charmed by his team and one of the moms.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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"I could really use your help," Bob told Bradley over some drinks at the Hard Deck. "Jake wouldn't take it seriously enough, and Phoenix already volunteers at the animal shelter. Will you do it?"

Bradley tipped his pint glass against his lips and took a long drink. "Ten weeks is a long time," he told his friend. 

Bob drummed his fingers against the bartop. "I need a contingency plan in case I get deployed. That's the only way the league will let me coach a team."

Bradley leaned forward on his elbow. "Bob, I don't really even know anything about tee ball. Or kids for that matter."

"You played baseball in college!" Bob reminded him with a hopeful smile. "And you were really good, right? Starting shortstop all four years?"

"You're just trying to use that against me, aren't you?" Bradley asked with a chuckle. 

"Of course I am! My sister is begging me to do this, and I want to! My niece is struggling in school, but she loves sports. I think she would do better with a coach she's familiar with," Bob gushed. "Come on."

But he was still shaking his head. "It's not that I don't want to, Bob. It's just that, I don't know anything about kids!"

"Kids are simple. You treat them like their opinions matter, and they'll love you forever. At least that's how it works with Piper, my niece."

Bradley heaved a deep sigh. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time. He was single, work ended at 4:30 when he wasn't deployed, and he really did love baseball. It might be fun to teach a bunch of kids how to play. Hell, what did he have to lose?

"Yeah, okay."

Bob's eyes went wide behind his glasses. "Really? You'll be the co-coach of the Tiny Eagles with me?"

With a shrug and a smile, Bradley nodded his head. "Yeah, Bob. I'll be your co-coach."

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"What do you mean you're not allowed peanut butter in the lunchroom?" you asked your son as you were making his school lunch. "You took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on Friday!"

"That was last week, mommy. The rules have changed, and it's important to be flexible."

You really despised it when your six year old used your own words against you.

"Everett, I don't have time for this. You'll need to buy lunch today, okay? Be flexible?" you said, glancing down at your half-dressed body. You needed to be on time for work today, therefore the elementary school cafeteria food would just have to do.

Everett scrunched up his nose but said, "Okay, mommy."

"Perfect," you said, shoving the jar of peanut butter to the side and pouring two bowls of cereal. "Eat your cheerios so I can get you to school."

You inhaled your own breakfast and then dashed back up to your room to finish getting ready. Your suit with the tight pants was the only one that was clean, so you squeezed yourself into them and found a clean bra. Frank would be in the office today, and you'd gotten used to him meeting up with you around lunchtime to make out a little bit, even though it was strictly against company policy. He'd like the tight pants, you supposed. 

Once you added some mascara and lip gloss to your face, you found your black heels and started back down the stairs. "Shit," you muttered, turning around again. Today was Everett's first day of tee ball practice, so you grabbed a pair of old sneakers to change into later. 

You felt like a scattered mess all the time, especially since Danny, your ex-husband was almost no help with Everett. Every time you thought about him, you wanted to punch the wall, so you took a calming breath and put a smile back on your face before you entered the kitchen. 

"Let's get going, sweetie. You've got tee ball after school today, so I'm packing some extra snacks."

"Yes!" Everett cheered. "I've been waiting all month for baseball to start!"

You smiled and ushered him out to your car. "Remember, it's not quite baseball, so don't get ahead of yourself, Ev. But tee ball is a good place to start."

"Yeah, I know. But it's still going to be fun."

Once you dropped him off at school, you raced to your office and tried to sneak to your desk without anyone bothering you. Thankfully you made it all the way there before Frank let himself in. 

Yeah, you and he were hooking up. Yeah, you had slept over his house last weekend while Everett was with your sister. But you still didn't want him to just waltz into your office whenever he felt like it.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, walking toward your desk. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Frank," you told him, trying to compile your spreadsheets while he kissed your cheek. "Just very busy. And Everett has practice this evening."

"When are you free to go out again?" he asked, stroking his fingers down your neck. God, it felt good to be touched like this, but Frank really wasn't your type, and he was mediocre at everything. He was mediocre at work, usually doing the bare minimum. He was a mediocre kisser. He had mediocre looks. He was probably below average in bed. 

But you were a single mom who barely had time to eat, only washed her hair three times a week, and usually fell asleep about thirty minutes after Everett did every night. 

"I'm not sure, Frank. I'll have to let you know." Bottom line, you'd probably schedule another date for next week when you'd be too horny again to mind that you weren't that into him. Not the best way to live your life, but what else were you supposed to do?

"You just call me, and I'll take you out anywhere you want."

What you wanted was to be able to introduce Everett to the guy you were spending time with, but Frank hated kids. 

"I'll let you know. I'm just busy at the moment, so..." You let your sentence hang until he nodded and took the hint. When your door closed behind him, you got back to work. Of course you were in the middle of a phone call and existing solely on caffeine when your alarm went off to let you know you needed to go pick Everett up.

"Sounds great. I'll talk to my clients and get back to you soon," you said, ending your work call and sweeping your work into your bag. 

"Shit." You'd accidentally skipped your lunch again. You ate your sandwich while you were in the car pickup line at Everett's school and then touched up your mascara and lip gloss. 

"Ready, sweetie? First day of practice!"

He climbed into the car and buckled himself into his seat. "Ready!"

You just smiled as he tugged his Phillies hat lower over his forehead. You'd been taking him to Padres games as often as you could, ever since he'd become obsessed with baseball. Each time the Padres played a new team, you let Everett pick out a shirt or hat to remember the game by. For some reason that Phillies cap was his favorite. 

"I hope my team colors are red and white, so they match my hat," he said, munching on a snack while you pulled into the ballpark lot. 

"That would be fun. Just remember, we don't complain about things like the color of your uniform," you mumbled, snagging an empty spot next to a vintage Ford Bronco. You gave it a quick once over before you got Everett and his equipment out of the car and started to head toward the field, changing your shoes as you went. 

"Are those my coaches?" Everett asked as you lugged his bat and carried your heels in one hand. "What were their names again?"

"Um, Coach Bob and Coach Bradley? I think? We'll find out in a minute," you said, but when you looked up, you saw two extremely handsome men walking toward you. They were wearing matching blue jerseys, caps and whistles, and your tummy dipped at the way the one with darker hair carried himself when he walked. He was almost strutting across the infield, and his baseball cap was on backwards. 

You bit back an embarrassing sound before it could escape you, and you had to force your mouth to shut.

"Come on, mommy!" 

Your attention snapped back to your son who was now headed for the bleachers. He was already changing into his cleats amongst all the other kids by the time you caught up to him. 

When you glanced up toward the coaches again, the one with the backward hat was already looking at you. His head was cocked a little to one side, and he had a cute, crooked smile playing at the corner of his mouth. And you immediately wanted to disappear. 

How embarrassing, being caught out like that. The blond coach with glasses blew his whistle, and the kids went into a frenzy. You quickly shoved Everett's sneakers into his bag and got your phone out. You took a seat near the other parents while Everett and the other kids all trotted out to the field.

But you could clearly hear the two women behind you whispering. "These coaches are eye candy, Tara! This season is going to be fantastic!" 

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"Here's the full schedule. And you don't have to worry about the theme days, because I already took care of all of them," Bob said, clearly trying to sound reassuring as he handed Bradley packet after packet of paperwork.

"Theme days?" Bradley asked, skimming the calendar. 

"Yeah, like there's a day where the kids can wear costumes for practice. Another day where they can dress in their favorite sports shirt. A swim party. Fun stuff to keep them engaged. I already added them to the calendar," Bob said. Bradley just nodded as they made their way back across the field. 

But when he looked up toward the bleachers, his eyes caught on something so pretty, he couldn't look away. You were carrying some seriously tall high heels in one hand and a tee ball bat in the other as you made your way toward the huge group of kids. 

Bradley should be embarrassed. He really should. He had assured Nat that there was no way he was going to start jonesing for any of the moms. They weren't his type. He never sought them out, and he never ever dated them. 

But there was no denying that you were exactly the type of woman he'd try to chat up. You were pretty; god, you were gorgeous. Your suit pants were distractingly tight, and he thought your sneakers looked cute paired with them. He was grinning when you made eye contact with him, and his smile just grew. 

He watched you scramble and pull your phone out of your pocket just as Bob blew his whistle, calling the kids onto the field. 

"Welcome, Tiny Eagles! I'm Coach Bob, and this is Coach Bradley! Who's excited to be here for tee ball?"

Bradley couldn't help but smile as all of the kids jumped up and down and cheered. Lots of them had cute grins with missing teeth, and Bob's niece Piper was hugging Bob's leg. 

"When I point at you, tell us your name, okay?" Bob went through the group of twenty kids, and Bradley would be lucky to remember even three of their names after this first practice.

"Let's get started with some warm-ups!" Bob instructed. "Who knows how to do jumping jacks?"

All of the kids started jumping at the same time while Bradley and Bob tried to get them to count to ten. Their excitement had Bradley smiling and laughing, and at Bob's instruction, he led all the kids in a jog around the bases. When he rounded second base and then third, Bradley had the perfect view of you sitting at the bottom of the bleachers. 

You were tucking your hair behind your ear, and he met your eyes again. This time you smiled back before your eyes dipped to the turf in front of you. Then you glanced up again and waved your fingers to whichever kid was yours. Bradley could imagine you waving to him that way. He could imagine you doing a lot of things he might like. 

He sighed and joined Bob as he started to get the kids lined up for practice catching. Bradley adjusted gloves on a few kids' hands, and then he knelt down in front of an adorable little boy who had untied laces.

"Hey kiddo, what's your name again?"

"Everett!" 

"Right. Everett. Can I re-tie your laces for you? Make them nice and tight? Don't want any injuries so early in the season."

When the boy nodded, Bradley started to tie up the cleats for him.

"I like your Phillies cap. That's my favorite team," Bradley said with a smile.

He watched the kid's eyes grow wide. "Really? It's my favorite team, too! My mom took me to see them play the Padres last year, and they won!"

"Oh yeah? Your mom sounds cool."

He nodded vigorously. "My mom is so fun. She doesn't really know stuff about baseball, but she took me to a bunch of games to see different teams last summer."

Bradley was grinning as he was about to stand. "Which one's your mom?"

Everett turned to look over his shoulder, and Bradley followed his extended finger to where you were sitting. "Over there. In the suit."

Bradley watched you uncross and recross your legs and play with your hair before you glanced up from your phone and found him and Everett both looking at you. A hesitant smile found your lips and you waved again. This time Everett and Bradley both waved back. 

"Holy cow, kid. Your dad's lucky."

Everett just gave Bradley a confused look. "Oh, no. He's not fun like her. He doesn't take me anywhere."

"Ready?" Bob called to where Bradley and Everett were chatting. With one final look at you, Bradley stood and led Everett by the hand to where the kids were all lined up along the first base line. 

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So that was Coach Bradley. You didn't seem capable of keeping your eyes off him. Your phone kept buzzing with work emails that you kept ignoring. Any time Everett wasn't engaged in the practice, your gaze drifted to Coach Bradley, his backward hat, and his snug shorts. 

The other moms and nannies were all abuzz over the cute coaches, and you were silently agreeing with everything they said.

"They both must be at least six foot two."

"I wonder if they are single. I don't see any rings. God, I hope they are single."

"I'd let Coach Bradley bring his whistle to bed."

When practice ended, you were flushed and warm as you started to gather up Everett's bag. He came running over to you with his arms outstretched for a hug. 

"Guess what! Coach Bradley likes the Phillies!"

You laughed as you caught him for a hug. "Does he really?" you asked, glancing to see that all of the moms had swarmed around both of the coaches. 

"Yeah! It's his favorite team!" 

"Did you have fun then? Tee ball is a success, and you want to come back on Thursday?"

"Yes!"

"Love to hear that. Let's get packed up and head home for dinner."

But Coach Bradley was looking at you again as you tossed Everett's mitt and cleats into his bag. And when you began to turn to head back to your car, he came jogging over to you.

"Hi," he said with a smile. "I didn't get to introduce myself before. I'm Bradley."

He held out his big hand to you, but you felt like you were moving in slow motion now. His voice was so deep and raspy, and his hand was big and calloused. He was so tall, standing right in front of you and smelling like sweat and spicy deodorant. And you didn't even want to get started on his brown eyes and his mustache. You were turned on enough that you feared you might squeak instead of actually speaking, but you did manage to open your mouth and tell him your name as you slipped your hand into his. 

"It's nice to meet you," he replied, and your tummy dipped again. "Everett told me you took him to see the Phillies play."

"I did. Last summer. He's baseball obsessed." You were still gently shaking his hand, but he wasn't letting go yet.

"He's a fun kid. Happy he's on my team."

"He likes you already," you said with a smile, and as your hand left his, you missed his warmth right away.

Suddenly Everett popped up next to you. "I'm hungry."

You kissed his forehead and said, "I have snacks for you in the car. And I'll make dinner as soon as we get home. Can you thank your coaches?"

Everett smiled and gave Bradley a high five when he held his hand up. "Thanks Coach Bradley," he said before running off toward Coach Bob. 

You went to grab the equipment bag off of the bench, but Bradley reached for it too. "If you're heading out, I could walk up with you." You nodded and let him take the bag as Everett ran back over. 

As you scooped up your heels and led the way to your car, you listened to your son ask his coach a string of questions.

"Are we going to do batting on Thursday? What if it rains? Do we get a rain delay? Have you ever won coach of the year? How long have you been a Phillies fan?"

You were just about to tell Everett to chill, but Bradley started to answer all of the questions in stride. 

"We are definitely going to have batting practice on Thursday. I'm pretty sure we will just cancel practice if it rains. You don't want your mom to have to sit on a bench in the rain while you have all the fun and get muddy, do you?"

Everett just laughed and shook his head. 

Bradley continued. "This is my first time coaching, so no awards yet. And I've been a Phillies fan since I was about your age." 

"How old are you now?" Everett asked.

"That's not nice to ask adults, Ev," you said, tossing Bradley an apologetic look.

"What? I just want to know if he's the same age as you," Everett replied. Then he turned to Bradley and said, "My mom is thirty three."

"Everett!"

But Bradley was just laughing. "How about a math problem. What's thirty three plus three?" he asked, but he was still smiling at you as he adjusted his baseball cap.

"Thirty six!" Everett said as you all reached your car.

"That's how old I am," Bradley informed him with a smirk. "And you're very good at math."

"Mom! He's your age!"

"That's enough, Ev," you said, ushering him into the back seat. You took the bag from Bradley and tossed in on the backseat as well.

You turned to Bradley and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Thanks for walking us up. And sorry about the interrogation."

"I don't mind," he said, leaning in closer to you so he could see Everett, and making your breath hitch in the process. "See you on Thursday, kiddo?" he asked Everett, and his neck was right next to your face. He smelled so good.

"See you on Thursday, Coach!"

Bradley opened the driver's door for you, and as you thanked him and slid past, you realized you were more attracted to him after less than an hour in his presence than you were to Frank. 

"See you on Thursday," he said before gently closing your door. 

As you backed out of your parking spot, you watched him toss some of his gear and his hat into the vintage Bronco. He ran his hand through his hair and waved to Everett who was waving out the window. 

"Coach Bradley is so cool."

"I'm glad you liked him," you replied, and you watched him in your side view mirror as he started unbuttoning his jersey. You swallowed hard. "I liked him, too." 

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[goldsainz]

SAFE HAVEN — one shot.

pairing: daniel ricciardo x verstappen!reader

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taglist: @lorarri @lpab @whatthefuckerr @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803

summary: daniel is the one thing in your life that truly brightens your day.

request: “You're my family too with Danny Ric?”

warnings: childhood trauma (mentioned, nothing explicit), daddy issues, estranged siblings.

NOTE: not me making this a verstappen sister fic… honestly, if i can’t trauma dump in my fics then where will i? just kidding (or not), honestly it was not intento al to do this but i go too in the moment and then it was perfect to make this verstappen reader😭 please listen to matilda by harry styles while reading this, it’s too perfect no to!

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“I wouldn’t want to intrude, Danny.”

Summer break. A dreaded time of the year for you. 

It’s the one time where there is genuinely no excuse for you to not see your family, to not interact with the one person who made your brother who he was and broke who you were. 

Since you were little Max had always come first. From the endless trips around Europe to compete in the different Karting events, to the amount of time your father devoted to him, your brother had become number one since the moment your father could do so. 

Money wasn’t necessarily tight, but with your parents divorced and your mother struggling with the absence of her son, there definitely wasn’t a lot of free realm to roam as you pleased. 

You became devoted to school, devoted to distract yourself from the mess that your life progressively became. You had become obsessed with understating how racing had become the be-all end-all of your life. Education was the one thing no one batted an eye at when it became the one thing you spent your time on.

There were moments where you were allowed to go to races. If it was close to your home and the fees weren’t outrageous to the life you led, you could tag along. It came with stipulations though, your father always made it clear you were to never disturb Max from his pre-race shenanigans and that you were to watch but never interact, you weren’t allowed to talk any rival to Max much less befriend them. And for your younger self, these rules were absurd but not absurd enough to defy them.

As you grew older, and studying became more demanding, a gap formed between your brother and you. There was no more time to attend races, and so, when your brother joined F1 you had already finished engineering college. Connections were everything in the racing world, and you knew that the opportunity to be an engineer for Red Bull Racing wouldn’t have been so quick if your brother wasn’t connected with them. You couldn’t say you weren’t grateful in that moment of the path your brother had taken, because that opportunity would introduce you to the most important person in your life.

Daniel Ricciardo is sunshine personified. That was the one thing you knew about him before even meeting him. The day you met him was the day your life became brighter and funnier. Your job wasn’t necessarily boring, in fact it had become the one passion that was truly yours and no one criticised, but having Daniel be a constant part of it made the experience precious.

You think that’s how you got so involved with the Aussie, how you waited every day for him to smile at you and start a conversation. It made your day better when he gave you attention, even if it was just the littlest amount; it didn’t matter. Attention was attention, and you were getting it from the one person you wanted it from.

Watching the man you longed for become so close to your brother, someone who had become almost a stranger save for the name you shared, was heart-shattering. It made the reality of things stick out, the fact that there could be nothing between the two of you became more real. Not only was it inappropriate in a work sense, but now it felt wrong to go after a person your brother was friendly with. Even if you were older, even if you didn’t talk much with your brother, even then, you weren’t about to risk the repercussions your actions could have.

You saw how his career went on. Watched as he went to Renault, and by proxy, left you behind as he started a new chapter in his life. All the stolen glances you had shared became illicit, from the bond he shared with your brother to him being part of another team, there was no real way to connect with him without being suspicious. It wasn’t like you could go up to Max and ask him how he was doing. 

From time to time, Daniel would ask you how you were doing. He passed by you in the paddock and couldn’t help but smile and wave at you. The action made your insides tingle and have a light blush creep on your cheeks.

You knew it wasn’t weird to watch his Instagram stories, to like his posts, he followed you too and you knew he watched your posts too. But you hoped it wasn’t something preoccupying to watch him have fun on the summer break with his family, sharing barbecues on his farm back in Perth. It gave you a sense of longing that you learned to despise with each passing year.

This year was no different, except this year Daniel was back with Red Bull. 

You remember the exact moment the news broke that Daniel wouldn’t be a part of the 2023 season, and how devastating watching him announce the news in a video was. It made you feel for him, you knew it wasn’t a foreign situation in F1, it was more common than it should’ve been. Especially working in Red Bull, a team that was known for their cruelty with drivers. Hypocritical or not, having the one person who was always nice to everyone no matter what he treated in such a way, when everyone knew the results he was getting weren’t a show of his talent but rather the incompetence of a team, was undeserved.

This time, you were both older and had been through enough to understand your feelings. There was a shift in the dynamic you and Daniel shared. He was aware of the fact that you always held back from truly opening up to him because of your brother, because you cared too much about him and didn’t want to worsen your relationship with him. He didn’t know of the promises you made to your father when you were younger, but he knew you were holding back.

Maybe that’s why he went out of his way to talk to you. He approached you at any given moment he could, if he saw you sitting alone while working he would pause whatever he had going and sit next to you. At first you didn’t mention his increasing interest in you, but after a while you asked him if he needed anything from you; which he did, but not in the way you meant it. 

You suppose it wasn’t totally unexpected when stolen glances turned into stolen kisses. After knowing him for over 7 years your mouths slotting against one another didn’t feel as foreign as it should’ve, it felt right, like you should’ve been doing that all along.

If there was one thing Daniel Ricciardo tried to not be was an eavesdropper. He didn’t want to hear something he didn’t want to or intrude in a private conversation. But, hearing you talk was a melody he felt he should never be deprived of. So when he heard you talking to a fellow engineer, he just couldn’t help himself. 

“You’re not doing anything for summer break?” The engineer asked.

“Honestly, I’m probably gonna go home and read a couple of books alone.” By the tone of your words, he knew you were hiding your emotions in poor humour.

“Well, that’s one way to spend your summer.” 

You just chuckled, “I guess so, yeah. Maybe I’ll see my family, too.” 

“Don’t see them enough already?” Daniel knew the engineer was just poking fun at the fact that your family was actually very present in your day-to-day life.

“Probably more than enough, but nothing like being at home with your family, right?” Now the Aussie knew you were just lying to get out of an awkward conversation, there was no actual way you were being honest with your co-worker.

“Well, have fun!”

“You too!” 

The moment the engineer left, your shoulders sagged and the fake smile you were wearing went away.

“So, you're seeing your family during the summer break?” Daniel broke the silence you were in, waking into the room so naturally you would’ve thought he was always there to begin with.

“You’re eavesdropping now, Ricciardo?” 

“Wouldn’t call it eavesdropping if you’re in public,” You smiled at his words, something he could do so easily. Smiling was a no-brainer when Daniel was around.

“I think it’s still eavesdropping.” 

“Agree to disagree.” 

You felt like a high school girl talking to the guy she liked all over again. You hoped the blush that covered your cheeks wasn’t as noticeable as you thought it was, but by the way Daniel was looking at you, it definitely was.

“You’re going back to Perth for the summer break?” You deflect the question he asked, not ready to get into the mess that it is seeing your family.

“Yeah, gonna see my parents and take care of my little farm.” 

“From what I’ve heard it’s anything but little.”

“Oh, how would you know?” He is amused at the knowledge you have of his life, slightly honoured to have your attention in that way.

“Um, Max mentioned it. Like once. But it was so long ago, maybe you have another farm by now, and what I’m saying is totally wrong.” 

Daniel’s laugh is infectious, especially when it comes to you. He’s sure you could say a thing and he would be laughing. 

“My farm is a normal size. I don’t know how many farm’s Max has been to, but mine is nothing special.”

“I hope you have fun then.” You tell him, and you’re being sincere about it. But he knows you’re trying your best not to show how much you long for a calm summer break. He knows that what awaits you back home is nothing short of a wreck, filled with berating from your father and the awkwardness of spending time with people who never really took the time to understand you, while you’ve spend your whole life trying to understand them.

“Come with me.”

You stop picking up your stuff, almost dropping your phone in the process. You look up to him, you watch the vulnerability in his eyes.”

“What?”

“Come with me. Back to Perth.” He repeats, this time clarifying where he means, though there is no need for it because you know exactly what he meant with those three words.

“I can’t.”

“Why?” If there is something you know about Daniel is that he doesn’t back down without a fight, you know he would respect your choice of not going if he knew you really didn’t want to. But after years of knowing you, he is sure you do want to go with him. And you do. You’d go anywhere with him.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude, Danny.”

Those five words are probably the most absurd words he has heard you say since knowing you.

“You wouldn’t.” He watches you throw him a look, a look that tries to tell him he’s wrong, “I promise, Y/N, you wouldn’t be intruding. At all.”

“You’re gonna be with your family,” You say like that explains everything. But to Daniel, it doesn’t. “And I have to be with mine.”

There is a moment where he considers backing down, because yes, what you are saying is technically true. But his family knows so much about you just from pure hearsay, from all the times Daniel has gushed about how great of a person you are. He has the feeling they wouldn’t mind you being there and knows for certain you would fit right in with them.

“You’re my family too.”

“Daniel…” You trail off warily, like you’re scared of the implications his words have.

“You are. You’ve become family to me.” He steps forward and grasps your hands in his, “And I’m sorry that I never said it before, or that I never properly asked you because I was scared of what would happen. But you could be a part of my life, my family, if you want to.”

You’re rendered speechless at his words. It is too much just as it is enough. It is all you’ve wanted to hear for years from him, the confession that his actions are just in your head, that all those times he stared at you like you hung the moon after nights together, weren’t made up. It makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go, so you do.

Hugging him feels perfect. Like there is no place you should ever be but in his arms. You discover something new from Daniel Ricciardo, and it is that he is your family. Slowly but surely he became essential to your life, and loved you like no one else had before.

If there was ever a family you wanted to be a part of, it was his.

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[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

Dannymay 2023. Day 7. Weapon. DPXDC.

The Justice League is trying to figure out Danny’s identity, and he’s not happy about it.

~Words hurt more than weapons~

~~~

Wonder Woman: You’re bound by the Lasso of Truth. No more chance of hiding secrets, ghost.

Danny: Are you kidding me?

Batman: Who are you, Phantom?

Danny: "I am a 400-foot tall purple platypus bear with pink horns and silver wings."

Captain Marvel: Wow, you don’t see many Fire Nation princesses these days.

Danny: Hm, at least someone with good taste here.

Danny: Have you even read the Fenton articles? Batman? Anyone? No? Remember. Ghosts will always find a way to lie. Your ribbon has no power over me.

~~~

Danny: ..I have a few words for you too, Batsy. Martha says hi. And she wants you to know that " ..if I see a damn clown in the immediate vicinity of one of my grandchildren or if I find out that you or any of the family are on patrol with broken bones, I’ll spank you as soon as I meet you on the other side. Obey Alfred. With love, Mother."

Flash:..Batman, why are you so pale?

Batman: Someone sprayed the fear toxin. Check the ventilation.

Flash:..

~~~

Superman: Stop it! Listen..

Phantom: I liked you when I was a kid, you know? They say it’s better to never meet your idols. Now I see it's truth.

Superman: You shouldn't be doing this alone. We can help you.

Danny: What makes you think I need your help? Don’t be a hypocrite. Why don’t you take off your glasses at the Daily Planet office? And why do you think that you can tell me what to do with my secret identity?

Danny: Don’t worry, I’m dead but my family is fine. I’m not like you, Big Blue. I will not sacrifice the people I love for my murderous secret.

Superman: What are you talking about?

Phantom: Don’t play dumb. In the land of the dead, people like to talk about the past, you know. You told Jonathan he wasn’t your father, and then you didn’t even try to save him. It’s cruel. But you can be happy, Jonathan doesn’t blame you for his death. I do.

The temperature in the room dropped a few degrees.

Superman: I.. I listened to what he said. He was trying to protect me.

Danny: So, how does it feel? Letting him die in front of you, knowing you could have saved him? Do you blame youself?

Superman: How dare you.

Danny: Of course, you do. Because no matter how many lives Superman saves, the most important one to you..You’ll never got it back. Afraid of being a lab rat? Superman is not special. I am not special too. 

Danny: Don’t look down at me just because you have more experience behind you. Revealing my identity should be my choice, not yours.

~~~~

Danny: Stay out of my grave. *turns to Batman* You should stay away from your son’s grave too. Leave the past behind.

~Hairstyle. Sharp tongue. Physique. This Insolence.~

Batman: Jason?

Danny: Wrong ghost, old man.

Batman: ...You’re the one who said a ghost would always find a way to lie.

Danny: Pride and prejudice! *shit, I’m starting to swear like Mr.Lancer, It’s time to finish my english essay.*  I’m not your Robin. Sorry bout that.

~Jane Austen? No hint more obvious. Jay doesn’t want to deal with the League? Well, Bruce doesn’t mind playing along.~

Batman: I understand.

Danny: Thank Ancients! Anyway, I’m leaving. Don’t look for me.

~~~

Tucker: Wow, Danny, when we told you to take care about the League, we thought you’d do it, like, without turning all of them against you.

Danny: Not all of them. And I didn’t do anything wrong. We talked.

Jazz: Danny, believe me, sometimes a conversation with you can cause more damage to your enemies than your ectoblasts.

Sam: Not just to them. Sometimes I also feel like his ideas are melting my brain.

Danny: Hey! Actually, you should be on my side.

Sam: We should?

Danny: Never mind. But if JL set foot in Amity Park I will sic on Wonder Woman her grandfather.

Tucker: But her Grandfather is Kronos. He’s a creep, trying to eat all his kids. Where do you even know such a monster from?

Clockwork *puts a cup of tea on the table and coughs to attract attention*.

Tucker: Wait a minute...

Tucker: Oh mY GOd, Mr. CLocKWoRk I’m sO SorRy, please don’t kill me.

Sam: Now you’ve changed your mind about importance of a healthy vegan diet, Tucker?

Tucker: ..No, I’m not that desperate.

~~~

~At the same time,somewhere in Ghost Zone~

 Martha *teaches Jason to do a choke hold*.

~~~

~At the same time, in one of Amity Park’s alleys.~

Maddie and Jack *discuss ways to capture the Phantom*

Batman *appears behind them*:DoN’t toUcH my the сHiLd.

~~~

Jazz: Don't you think that mentioning Superman's father was too much?

Danny: Maybe.But..when I think about you, mom or dad in dander I can't imagine what would make me freeze and.. It just doesn't make sense, okey?

Jazz: You're still thinking about Dan, right?

Danny: Every.damn.time.

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[samgirl98]

Operators Are Standing By 1/1

Sequel to this

Danny pouted as his parents sped up to Wayne Manor in the Fenton Speeder.

He hadn’t planned on meeting his biological family anytime soon. Still, after they kept barging randomly into his house, school, during patrol…in the bathroom while he was showering at one point, he decided it’d be easier to meet with them at an allotted time.

It doesn’t mean he had to like it. He was sacrificing his Spring Vacation for this.

At least, this time around, his bio mother wouldn’t be there. (She’s the one that barged in while he was showering.)

Ancients, why did he have to be related to such fruit loops? He finally got rid of one to end up with eight new ones.

It didn’t help that he found out his bio mom is an assassin that comes from a cult that worships a deathless fruit loop (who is also Danny’s grandfather), his bio dad is a furry that fights criminals at night, and the rest of his adoptive siblings and twin brother put on spandex to fight criminals, too.

At least he knows where his heroic tendencies come from.

The only normal person in the family seemed to be Alfred.

Danny sighed. Why was he surprised? His adopted family were ghost hunters; he could die on command and fought ghosts to protect his town. Of course, his birth family was also gonna be weird.

“Okay, sweetie, we’re here. Now, remember, if you want to come home, call us, and we’ll fly here in the Fenton Speeder to pick you up. We love you, hun.”

“Thanks, mom.”

Danny exited the speeder and watched his parents fly away, leaving him behind with his luggage. One suitcase for the week he was staying in the Manor of Insanity.

As Alfred opened the door and welcomed him inside, Danny couldn’t help but feel he had forgotten something.

____

“Is this important,” Bruce asked, irritated.

His Justice League communicator had gone off, and if he had to deal with one of his co-workers doing something stupid again instead of getting to know his newest son, well, he’d take his glare up to 1000%.

“Sorry to bother you, Bats,” Constantine said without sounding sorry, “But it’s an all-hands-on-deck situation. There’s an asteroid made of Kryptonite heading this way, and we can’t think of any way to stop it except summoning the Ghost King. We need a tie-breaker since some of us decided to vote against it.”

Well, at least it was for something important.

____

“I’m so sorry, Danny. As soon as I deal with this emergency, I’ll be back to get to know you,” Bruce apologized as he put on his Batsuit. At least the Batcave looked cool.

“It’s fine,” Danny reassured the man, “Go save the world. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

Bruce nodded, got into some tube, and disappeared in a flash of light.

Well, he might as well see how the ectoshots were helping Jason.

____

“Your summoning is very important to us. Operators are standing by. Thank you for your patience.”

The cheery voice had been on repeat for the last two hours.

Bruce could be having dinner with his kids right now (even Jason was there.) Instead, he was stuck waiting for a Ghost King that was not answering. If Bruce didn’t have an image to maintain, he would be pulling his hair out.

“…Thank you for your patience.”

“Is there any way we could speed this along,” Diana asked, “That asteroid is going to land in less than 24 hours.”

How had they missed such a big thing hurtling toward the Earth in the first place? If they had caught it sooner, they could’ve devised some other plan instead of trying to summon the King of the Dead.

“Your summoning is very important to us…”

“There’s a more…forceful way to summon him, but I don’t think it would help getting him on our side.”

Bruce was a patient man. He had to be. Right now, though, he wanted to go home.

“Do it; the Earth can’t wait.”

____

Danny had been having fun with the Wayne kids. He had the best dinner he had ever had, got to have a pun off with Dick (to the horror of the rest of the siblings.), and even got to spar with them.

(Danny got to bond with his twin over weapons.)

At the moment, they were in the media room and were playing video games. Danny was starting to bond with his adopted siblings when he felt a tug in his chest.

One moment he was kicking ass in Mario Kart. The next, he was standing in front of a bunch of people in colorful costumes. Danny was wearing his Ghost King regalia.

(The Justice League saw a creature with too many rows of teeth, white hair flowing in the air, a crown of ice, and a body with too-long limbs.)

“Oh, come on, I was just about to beat them,” he whined.

A blond guy wearing a trench coat stepped out, “Your majesty, we called you here today to ask a favor. I am willing to give you my soul in exchange—”

“Yeah, let me stop you right there,” Danny said, “First of all, I don’t deal in souls. I’m the King of Ghosts; eventually, everyone ends up in my domain. Secondly, even if I did, I can tell you’ve already sold your soul a shit ton of times, you whore. Thirdly, I am very busy. Didn’t you hear the operator?”

“Your majesty, an asteroid is about to hit Earth. If the Earth is destroyed, so is the Infinite Realms. Isn’t there anything we can give you so you can destroy it,” British Trench Coat Dude asked.

“Wait, are we in space,” Danny asked as he looked out a window. He could see Earth from the window, “That is so cool.”

He turned to the dude, ignoring everyone else, “Let me come up here and stare at the Earth once a week, and you have a deal.”

“Deal,” he said without missing a beat.

“Constantine,” freaking Superman yelled, “You can’t promise to let an unknown come to our hidden base!”

“Oh, really, boy scout, because last I checked, you can’t hit this asteroid, so bugger off!”

“Great! Deal made? Let me get in more comfortable attire.”

Danny got into his Danny Phantom form. He heard a choking behind him and then his name, “Danny?!”

Danny turned to look at Batman. Aw, that’s what he forgot.

____

After Danny got rid of the asteroid, Bruce decided it was important to interrogate him in front of his coworkers.

(How did Danny forget Batman was part of the Justice League?)

“So the Ghost King is your kid. You sure know how to raise them, Batsy,” sad trench coat guy said.

Bruce ignored him.

“How could you forget to tell me you’re the Ghost King?”

“How could you forget I could enter the Ghost Zone to ask the Ghost King for help?” Danny countered.

There was silence between one of the Green Lanterns started laughing. They quieted when Bruce glared at him.

“Look, it’s not like I did it on purpose. When I got to the manor, I checked my checklist but hadn’t even put it down. Sometimes even I forget I’m the Ghost King,” he defended himself while crossing his arms.

“How did this even happen?”

“Evil Ghost King sucked my town into another dimension. I beat him in one-on-one combat, and the king is decided through right of conquest. Once I beat him, I was next in line, and here I am,” he said while finishing his explanation with jazz hands.

“That explains nothing,” Batman said, sounding a bit hysterical.

Danny rolled his eyes; he didn’t know how to make it clearer.

“Okay, but I still get to come up once a week, right?”

____

Everybody in the manor was frantic after Danny disappeared. They had tried getting hold of Bruce, but he hadn’t answered.

It wasn’t until Bruce showed up with Danny in the Batcave did everyone calm down.

Bruce ignored the questions from his other children and sat heavily on the chair by the Batcomputer. The man looked a bit broken.

“What happened to him,” Jason asked.

“Oh, he found out I’m the Ghost King.”

The bats in the cave screeched as everyone yelled, “YOU’RE THE WHAT?!”

@kokoroluna @nerdypaintbrush @thegatorsgoose @memecow1 @andaspoonfulofangst-whoops @colornotes23 @theamazingfox @spectralstardustandphantomnights @alcorbearson @talafairy @hnymp @ironicvixen @dangnoodles @satoshy12 @suppengott @skulld3mort-1fan @kuraichi @stargazing-bookwyrm

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp fan fic #dc x dp fill

[half-deadmagicperson]

HDBHFSP Chapter 2!

This is chapter two for my @ecto-implosion fic, 'How Danny Broke His Favorite Star Projector', based on art by the amazing @midnightectosnack (WHO HAS AMAZING ARTWORK THAT YOU SHOULD CHECK OUT!)

Rating: Teen (To Be Safe)

Crossover: Danny Phantom, Hades (Videogame)

Warnings: Non-graphic Temporary Death, Death Mentioned

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       Danny awkwardly held his hand out to his opponent, half expecting him to not take it. The Greek lowered his weapon and grasped Danny’s arm in greeting.

   “Zagreus, Son of Hades and Persephone, Prince of the Underworld.”

   “It’s nice to meet you, Your Highness, and sorry about this whole mess.”

   “You said your mentor sent you. Who exactly is that?”

   “Oh right! In the Infinite Realms we call him Clockwork. He’s the Keeper of Time. He said that you would know him as Chronos, but he’s neither evil, nor child-consuming. He’s more like an aspect of him that’s just purely Time. I don’t really understand it.”

   The two continued talking for a while until Danny casually mentioned his home on Earth, or the surface as Zagreus knew it. 

   “So wait, do you know what a bird looks like, then?” Zagreus asked, rather enthusiastically. Danny raised a brow.

  “Um…yeah? Do you, like, not get birds down here?”

  “No, only spirits. Is it true that they fly?”

  “Yeah, they fly all over the place. They’re pretty common on the ‘surface’.”

   Zagreus looked at the boy awestruck before asking more questions. Danny told him about squirrels, turtles, and various other creatures. Zagreus listened intently, occasionally offering input from his brief time on the surface.

   “But my favorite thing about the surface is the stars!” Danny mentioned after wrapping up his conversation about flamingos. Zagreus lit up.

  “I always loved the stars! I would admire them every time I visited my mother! Although, it sounds like it has been quite a while since I’ve seen them.”

   “I should totally take you to see them! In fact,” Danny looks at a bracelet on his wrist, “They should be out by now!”

   Zagreus glanced down to think. A night out, although short, would be fun. He looked back up at Danny and smiled. Time to see the surface again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Danny was ecstatic when the prince agreed to go with him. To make things easier on themselves, they decided to take the route through the Ghost Zone. Zagreus was a bit startled by the lack of gravity at first, but eventually got the hang of it. Danny led his new friend through as the ancient prince took in the sights of the floating islands and staircases. Occasionally, Danny would point out important spots, like the Far Frozen or Dora’s Kingdom.

   “Oh and over here is Pandora’s domain! I don’t know if you met her at all, but she’s nice.” Danny said, pointing over to a large Greek-like structure. It was probably the most normal sight for Zagreus, compared to the rest of the Zone.

   Finally, the duo reach a ripple in the green atmosphere. Danny stopped in front of it to explain some things to Zagreus before they went in.

   “Here we are, the Portal. Now, before we go through, I should probably prepare you for what’s on the other side. The ‘Surface’ has changed a lot since you’ve been there. Heck, it’s changed a lot since I was alive! Humans have made lots of advancements and machines throughout the ages. There’s gonna be some things that might look strange and different to you.”

    Zagreus nodded in acknowledgement, and the two walked through the ripple.

    After stepping through, a dismal sight greeted Zagreus. The room was dark, much like his home, but this was more dingy. Sheets of cloth coated in dust covered many objects in the room. Boxes littered the room, but they were not a material the prince was familiar with. Danny sighed and dusted off one of the boxes.

   “Welcome to Fentonworks, or what’s left of it. The building is owned by my nephew. My, uh, my sister, Jazz, after we found out I couldn’t age set it up so that I could have a place to hide out in. Plus, someone needed to watch the portal.” Danny awkwardly scratched behind his neck before signaling to go upstairs.

   The upstairs looked in a lot better shape than the dungeon they crawled out of. There was a small table to eat at, but no furnace. Danny noticed his confusion and showed him the ‘stove’ and ‘microwave.’ Zagreus took in the different sights of the house. Tiny portraits littered the shelves and walls. All of the ceilings had dim, weirdly shaped stars glowing on them. Another staircase and two ladders later, and they finally made it to their destination.

   The stars were absolutely beautiful. An infinite expanse of glowing, white dots stretched down into the horizon. A gentle breeze brushed against Zagreus’s face as he took in the sight of the town. The buildings were taller than most houses he’s seen, but they were in shambles. He stood up from the cold metal of what Danny called ‘The Ops Center’ to get a better look at the town. Other than the moon and  stars, there was no source of light. The structures were cracked, and plants claimed them as their own. Zagreus scanned the area for any signs of life. Surely there must be someone out here right? There’s no way Danny would be living in a town alone? Danny noticed the concern on Zagreus’s face.

   “The town used to be more lively when I was growing up. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t huge either. Things were pretty great, going to the mall, getting some Nasty Burger, or even just sitting around playing DOOMED,” he started to explain, “After I died, the portal in my basement opened up which led to frequent visitors. They liked to stir up trouble with the living, so I usually had to stop them. Eventually, things became more peaceful, but the portal being open left some side effects on Amity. The ectoplasm from the portal contaminated the environment. People who lived here regularly didn’t notice a thing, but when relatives came to visit, they’d often get sick. The Guys in White, a government ghost hunting organization, decided to seal off the town from the rest of society. Nobody new ever came, but people were allowed to leave. I watched as the town slowly became smaller over time. After I got my job with Clockwork, I started guiding the town’s souls into the afterlife. I helped strangers, my friends’ grandparents, or a neighbor down the street. None of the deaths really affected me until they got closer to home. First, it was my father, then my mother, then Tucker, then Sam, then…Valerie, and…and…Jazz. They were all gone.”

    Tears glinted in Danny’s eyes as the once cheerful expression was replaced with a far more sober one. Zagreus didn’t really know what to do about that, so he just patted the boy’s shoulder. Danny wiped his face and smiled. It was at this point Zagreus noticed that despite how young Danny appeared, his expression was filled with age. Danny rubbed the back of his neck.

  “I’m sorry for ruining the mood. I guess I just haven’t had someone to talk to in a while.”

  “That is alright…I don’t really have many friends either. Most of the time I’m just in my father’s palace or trying to break out,” Zagreus let out a snicker, “but I don’t really spend much time with the people down there.”

   Danny nodded before replying, “Well, if you get bored doing whatever the Prince of the Underworld does, you’re more than welcome to come visit. I’ll even clean the house!”

   “I may take you up on that offer,” Zagreus smiled, until he felt a wave of exhaustion come over him. Danny’s voice started to fade into the background.

  “It’ll be nice to have a friend over for company!”

   Zagreus let out a weak smile before the pain consumed him and Death reclaimed his form.

  

  Danny watched his new friend dissolve into a puddle, much like one of his clones would, and started to panic. His friend just died??? Was this normal? He should see Clockwork. Can Greek gods even die? Is Zagreus considered a god? He really needs to go find Clockwork.

#danny phantom #ectoimplosion2023 #hades game #crossover #dpxhades #tw temporary character death #tw death mention #fic

[tomhollandnet]

Tom Holland: "Several times I needed a shoulder to cry on filming 'The Crowded Room', but I had many" | elespanol.com

"I learned a very valuable lesson from Jake Gyllenhaal," says Tom Holland in an interview with SERIES & MÁS | EL ESPAÑOL. "You have to do everything possible to make yourself look as aesthetically different as possible with each role, he told me. The studio didn't want to, but I did it, I think the hair is the icing on the cake of The Crowded Room."

The star of the new Apple TV+ series says he made the decision to grow his hair long as an executive producer, "I thought that was the way his character should look." The studio objected because that appearance was too far removed from his public image, but they ultimately agreed.

This anecdote could remain a curiosity on the set, but the experience of making the series was so difficult and intense that Holland confesses that he had a breakdown at home, in which he felt he needed to shave [his head] to get rid of the character.

"Akiva Goldsman was a great ally to me on set," he explains when asked if he had support handling these types of situations. "I have a wonderful support network in my friends. My brother was with me. Several times I needed a shoulder to cry on while shooting the series, but I had so many to choose from, so I was very lucky."

Amanda Seyfried, who plays Rya Goodwin, a vital character to the story, confesses that she had always wanted to play someone similar. "My favorite show is Dateline," she says. "I had wanted to do it all my life, I was ready. I think we all like to face a puzzle, and here I have the opportunity to fight to ask the right questions."

Those questions should be asked to Holland's character, "I think Tom is amazing as Danny. He's a very complex character. I was excited to see him in the role and also to be the person who gets to know him better and tries to help him."

"I think Rya's compassion for Danny comes from a deeply curious mind and heart," explains the actress. "I teach it to my kids. I think it's important to have compassion, because it dilutes your instinct to judge. I think judging comes from brokenness and fear," she notes.

The other key piece of the story is Candy, the mother of Danny Sullivan, played by Emmy Rossum. "When we meet her she is very young, a bit childish in a way. We see how the decisions she makes erode not only her own self, but also her relationship with her son. They both use denial as a survival tool."

Candy is a complex character, who could easily be labeled a villain, so in addition to compassion, empathy is another of the themes that the series talks about. "It's very important as you learn more and more about that character. I also had to have compassion for Candy. For me it was a complicated character to play because I found out that I was pregnant during the shooting."

"I had to remind myself that Candy's life wasn't mine. It's hard to let go of a character like that when you're alone at home, because even though you're just acting, when you're filming, you feel what she feels. But showers, listening to pop and rap music and eating chocolate are my answer," she confesses.

"Today is my first day back at work," Holland reveals. "I took a sabbatical after filming. I've been working on my house and building cabinets and gardening and all that kind of stuff. I knew that when I finished shooting I could rest, so I accepted the challenge. Now the series is yours. I hope you like it".

Translated via Google Translate, proofread by tomhollandnet

#the crowded room #tcr press #articles #tom holland

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva x reader - misunderstandings

Part two:

You sighed as you watched Saul leave and crossed your arms over your chest as you turned to Danny.

“What?” You snapped.

“I just came to wish you both a merry Christmas..”

He set Ryker down pulled something out of his pocket, holding it out to the little boy who took it and ran to sit next to you.

“Well you’ve done it. Go away.”

“Can we talk? Just us?”

You groaned but motioned him to follow you and you went to Farah’s office.

“Can you watch Ryker for me?”

“Yeah, of course. Everything okay?”

You nodded and ushered the boy in before leading your ex to the quad and while he sat on a table you stood in front of him with your arms crossed.

“She’s having a girl.” Danny said.

“I couldn’t give a shit if she was having a green alien.”

“(Y/N).. it’s his sister. Please.”

“No Danny. No. You don’t get to come in here and tell me all about her and her baby when you abandon me and Ryker! You don’t!”

“It’s my daughter!” He yelled.

“And this is our son! What about him?!”

Danny scoffed a little shaking his head.

“Seems like you’ve found someone else to look after him. Didn’t think to bring that up?” He asked.

“It’s none of your business who I let Ryker meets. He loves everyone here, he loves the people.”

“And apparently some of them love you a little more than they should.”

You threw your hands in the air as you turned around, pacing a few steps before turning to look at your ex.

“Are you really so against some other man showing interest in me?! Because you don’t have a right to be Danny!”

“Then why are you so pissed about Kira?!”

“Because you were screwing her throughout our entire engagement! Because you chose her over your family! And what now?! You want to play happy families?!”

Danny shook his head, and he looked up at you sadly.

“I’m not just going to leave her.”

“So what? You want me to tell you it’s okay? It’s okay you slept with someone else and got her pregnant? You want me to tell you what you’ve done is okay?” You snapped.

Danny slammed his hands into the table as he stood up.

“Like it or not we’re family! She’s family! So is our daughter! So be honest with yourself!”

“You wanna talk about family? You wanna talk about honesty? Because you wouldn’t know honesty if it slapped you across the face Danny! As far as I’m concerned you will never, ever introduce Ryker to them. And if you do, that’s it.”

“That’s what?” He asked.

He stalked forward and you held your ground, across crossed against your chest as he tried to intimidate you.

“You’ll never see him again I swear to god. Be thankful I even let you in here after turning up unannounced.”

“You have no right.”

“No, I have every right. Because we’re weren’t married. So therefore that’s legally my son! You have no right over him. None whatsoever. You want to play happy family then go ahead, but I won’t stand and watch you drop Ryker whenever you want. I won’t.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he took a few steps away from you.

“You think you can really raise him alone? Go ahead. Because Kira wants me to focus on paying for our baby. She doesn’t want me giving you money for him.”

“I’ll carry your shit for us, no matter what happens. No matter what shit life throws at us I will be his mother and his father, I will burn this entire world for that little boy if I have to. Because he is the most important thing in my life.”

“And so was I at one point!” Danny yelled.

You looked at him confused.

He sighed, sitting back down.

“I started seeing Kira because I fell out of love (Y/N). When Ryker came I felt like I’d lost you. You barely had the time or effort for me.”

“He was a baby Danny! What did you want me to do! Someone had to look after him!”

Both of you stared at one another and you shook at your head.

“Don’t pretend to be hurt over this, because you did this yourself. You chose someone else over us.”

“And you’re doing the same.” He said.

You looked at him.

“You think I’m seeing Saul? Because if it makes your pathetic little heart feel better I’m not! Okay?! I’m not because you fucked me up! And I’m scared the next person I let in will do the exact same thing! Now leave!”

“At least let me say goodbye.”

“Whatever.”

You both stormed back to Farah’s officer without a word.

You didn’t know that there was someone else in there, or that they had heard the entire thing.

You walked into the office and thanked Farah and you and Ryker walked Danny back to the front of the school and they said goodbye.

Danny didn’t bother looking back as he walked away and you held your sons hand as he sniffled a little.

You swept him into your arms and he hugged you tightly as you carried him back to your room.

“Does dad not love me..?” He mumbled.

“Oh no of course your dad loves you. But no one will ever love you as much as I do okay?”

He sniffled a little and nodded his head as you sent him to get changed and turned on his favourite film.

He fell asleep and you carried him to bed, and you sat on the sofa with your face in your hands as you breathed a shaky breath.

Getting up, you made your way to your own room and just laid in bed staring at the wall.

You don’t know what Danny was trying to achieve by coming here, but all you knew is that he was clearly putting everyone over his own son, and now Saul thought you were just leading him on.

Everything was a mess, and you just laid there for an hour before you got up and closed your door to start wrapping your sons Christmas presents for the next day.

You finished the final one, and you got up to make dinner.

Farah came to eat with you, and you explained to her what had happened while you ate and Ryker happily watched his film.

Farah decided to stay with you for the last few hours before she had to leave and you made sure Ryker was asleep as you set everything out for the following morning.

“Mummy!”

Ryker jumped on you and you groaned as you sat up.

“Santa came! Come on!”

He grabbed your hand to tug you out of bed and you groggily followed him to the tree as he started to pull things out.

You smiled, and sat down to watch him as he tore open all his presents and he handed one to you.

It was messily wrapped, and his handwriting was too beg for the little card.

You smiled at him.

“Did you get me this?”

“Yeah! Open it!”

He bounced with excitement, clutching some of his new toy cars as you carefully opened the present and you gasped softly.

“Aw buddy did you make this for me?”

It was a bunch of stones stuck on to some paper, making the shape of what he always called your favourite car.

“Yeah! Saul help too!” He beamed.

Leaning forward, you kissed his forehead and stood up, grabbing a pin you stuck it to your noticeboard.

“It’s perfect, thank you so much.”

He beamed and ran around with his toys while you got washed and dressed for the day, and started to make yourself a drink when there was a small knock on your door.

Furrowing your brows a little, you walked over and opened it to see Saul shuffling a little in his spot.

“Saul?” You asked softly.

He looked up, hands behind his back.

“Hey..”

You stepped aside, letting him come inside and closed the door as you grabbed another cup to make him a drink.

You set them both on the table and he walked over to Ryker, crouching down as he pulled a present from behind his back.

“Merry Christmas buddy.” He smiled.

“Thank you!”

Ryker took it and opened it and you smiled when you saw it was the second set of the car track you had gotten him.

“Oh I build this now!” He grinned.

He sat down and tipped everything on the floor to try and figure out how to piece it but he couldn’t so Saul did it for him.

“Thank you!”

You went to the kitchen again and Ryker looked at you before looking at Saul.

“My mummy is sad.” He said.

“I know buddy. I’m going to talk to her, will you wait here?”

Ryker nodded his head and Saul nodded too, walking to the kitchen he stood against the wall.

You looked at him and he gestured to the door and you nodded, walking out, but leaving the door open as you stood to look inside.

Saul rested his back against the wall next to the door.

“Look Saul I’m so sorry for yesterday. I .. I didn’t know he was coming..”

“I know.”

You looked at him.

He sighed.

“I was in the quad yesterday and I heard the fight. Not that I was eavesdropping!” He rushed out.

You nodded your head and sighed.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by asking you on dates and to dinner. I didn’t know.”

You shook your head.

“No one did by Farah. It’s why we’re here.”

You began to explain to everything while keeping your eyes on your son, and Saul kept his eyes on you.

And when you were done talking it went quiet for a few moments.

He dug through his pocket and pulled out a little nearly wrapped gift and he held it out to you.

“Merry Christmas (Y/N).”

You looked at him in confusion and took the box, unwrapping it to show a beautiful bracelet with a picture of Ryker on the charm.

“It’s beautiful…” you whispered.

He smiled, taking the bracelet as he put it around your wrist and clasped it together.

He took the box and rubbish and set them on the counter next to the door and turned his attention back to you.

“Saul I want you to know I was never leading you on. I genuinely enjoy spending time with you, and being with you. I really do. And it’s.. it’s not that I don’t like you. I do. Really. I just.. you don’t deserve someone who isn’t going to trust you because of her past.”

Saul walked over, placing his hand on the side of your face, brushing his knuckles against your skin.

“You have every right to not trust anyone after what happened. But maybe I can have the chance to decide if I deserve more than you?” He asked softly.

You searched his eyes, and you looked at him.

“Because the way I see it, is I don’t. I don’t even deserve someone has pure and as kind as you. I really don’t. But here you are, standing in front of me..” he whispered.

He reached down, taking your hand in his and he brought it up, kissing the back of your hand, and he pressed your palm to his cheek.

“You’re not going to trust me, I understand that. But it takes time to earn trust, and I’m willing to wait that time.”

You looked at him and he smiled, kissing your palm as he let go and took a step back.

“I mean it. And I would never, ever do anything like that to you (Y/N), because you deserve the world. I will wait for as long as you need me to, for as long as you need. And if you decide it’s not what you want, im okay with that too. This.”

He pointed between the pair of you.

“This is completely on your terms. If you want dinner, you ask me, if you want to go on a walk, on a date, watch a movie, anything, you can initiate it in your own time, on your own terms. You can back out at any moment, stop it whenever you want. You call all the shots, that way it goes at your pace.”

You stared at him in pure shock.

“And I was wondering if that offer to spend Christmas with you both was still open?”

You slowly nodded your head and he turned around to walk inside.

“Saul!”

He turned around and you grabbed his face, crashing your lips on to his for a few seconds before you pulled away and stepped back.

“Merry Christmas..” you whispered.

With that, you slipped past him, heart racing in your chest as you sat in the sofa and Saul stood there completely stunned because he beamed to himself and walked in and went to sit with you

#fate the winx saga x you #fate the winx saga #fate the winx saga x reader #fate the winx saga imagine #saul silva imagine #saul silva x you #saul silva x reader #saul silva

[helloblobbyblobfish]

A snake in the nest

I think most people would have no idea of who Danny Temple is (he was in like, one arc of the Robin comic and was then gone), so resume: In Robin #82, while Robin is having difficulties in his relationship with Spoiler because he refuses to give her his secret identity, he meets a guy named Danny he strike somewhat of a friendship with, but the guy has a barcode tattoo on a foot and a massive scar over his body, so Tim is suspicious. 

The plotline really gets picked up again in Robin #88, when Tim and Danny go on vacation (after Bruce landed on the “Dick moves” side of the spin coin and revealed Tim’s identity to Spoiler so that she go check on him because Bruce doesn’t want to be confronted by Alfred) and Danny gets kidnapped by robots of the Kobra cult (Who has a whole thing for conjoined twins, in comics lore. That’s the origin of the scar, separated twins) because he was one of the most likely candidates to become the new leader after the previous one had too many failures.

Unfortunately, Robin’s at-the-time nemesis King Snake wanted access to the Lazarus Pit the himalaya base of Kobra had (only accessible with the barcode on Danny’s feet) because he had lost his eyesight previously. And the previous leader wasn’t ready to back down from his position, even after the cult tried to murder him. The story ended in Robin #92 with King Snake blind again, the previous Naja-Naja possibly dead, and Danny leader uncontested.

AND NEXT TIME Kobra is back, EVE, the original Kobra leader AND King Snake’s lover and assistant, last seen crushed by a pillar on the lower half and shot by the previous leader, has taken over, and there is ZERO mention of Danniel/Danny! (Due to the fact Danny wanted to make Kobra neutral, and that wouldn’t have been interesting for the writers, I guess.) Oh, also. The paging in #92 is confusing, but I think it implies Daniel knows who Tim is? (Because more people know who tim is than people know who Steph, Kon, Cassandra, maybe even Damian and Jason are

Also, Tim. TimtimTim! You were supposed to be the “normal one”. Why do your male friends include: A half-kryptonian clone, a speedster from the future, Conner Hawke, a prince who used a magical artifact to send a demon hired to kill him after the summoner, the possible leader of a cult raised by who were implied to be robots, Buzz, who was implied to have a mystery involving HIS family that went nowhere, the daughter of a mafia boss who was resurrected as a crazy magician… BERNARD is the most normal person he ever met, no wonder he got a crush on him! Probably means Tim can look at Waller, say “Kneel, Peasant!” and get away with it, though, so that’s nice! 

-

It starts on a day like any other. Bernard is watching the latest edition of the Daily Planet news in his boyfriend’s apartment. He scoffs at the fact that they believe the new Superman is the previou’s son all grown up and not obviously a clone like the two previous ones. Lois Lane still knows nothing about Superman after all those years. Distressful.

He looks at the sleeping form of his boyfriend on his knees. Don’t get him wrong, Bernard will always find sleeping!Tim is adorable, but it seems Tim has decided that his dates with Bernard are the only moments of the day where he would sleep. And that is hurting the relationship a lot more than the millionaire seems to think it does.

What’s the point of dating someone if they are never conscious enough to listen to you when you actually get to meet, which is not enough, in Bernard’s opinion. Even if he understands being the likely prince of a mafia group means Tim doesn’t have much sleep at night. Bernard is hurt that Tim doesn’t want to admit that part of his life. He tries to throw hints at his boyfriend that he knows, but Tim is completely oblivious.

Or is much better at acting than he is given credit for, but Bernard has seen him trying to lie. Would be hilarious if he wasn't trying to hide such important things. Suddenly, Tim’s phone rings. Tim, ever the light sleeper, which Bernard finds sad because that means he can’t touch his boyfriend’s hair while he sleeps, is on his two feet in an instant.

“Danny? I haven’t heard from him in years!” And he goes into the bathroom to have a private discussion. Of course, like any good boyfriend, Bernard tries to listen through the door. It’s a Gotham thing, you wouldn’t understand. The sound of Tim running towards the door makes Bern run towards the couch. Thankfully, Tim is never a very observant man, so he completely misses the fact that Bernard accidentally fell into the couch in a very undignified way.

A few instant laters, or minutes, but who cares about that, Tim is entering with a dark-haired guy with a pointed chin and a look that screams “I'm handsome and smart, and I know it”. Bernard has to refrain himself from gripping Tim and growling at the intruder. Tim makes the introductions. “So, Bernard, this is Danny Temple. We were at Brentwood Academy together for a time. Danny,” and Tim beams with pride, which reassures the conspiracy theorist after the odd wording, “this is my boyfriend Bernard Dowd. I met him at the Louis E. Grieve Memorial High School after I transferred from Brentwood.” Danny looks impressed.

“And you have stayed together since then? Impressive! Congrats, Tim! That does explain why you didn’t care about the girls when we were at the beach!” That does reassure Bernard. Apparently, it was only his fears that led him to see a rival. Tim blushes. “Oh. N-No! We didn’t date back then, but we met again, we started dating!” Daniel opens his mouth like a fish in comprehension. “Ohhhhhh! okay. Now, maybe I didn’t come at the right time? I wanted to ask for your help, but you might want to finish the date first, or?” “Tim’s help with what?” Bernard is genuinely confused.

Danny gives Tim the stink-eyes. “You told him. Right?” Tim isn’t looking at either of them. “Told him what? I have no… Is this money.” “No. Tim, come on, you two are dating, you should-” Tim shows a surprising amount of strength; not so surprising, thinks Bernard, he might hide it, but Tim has some seriously ripped muscles; grabbing the man, holding him over his head, and running into the bedroom. Bernard scoffs. That bedroom has sound-proof everything. He never was certain why, but at least, it won’t be used to hide sex noises given the fact Daniel seemed fine with the relationship.

Still, he is wondering, “What are they talking about?”

-

I throw Daniel on the bed. I realize he is wearing his- “Daniel, you’re walking around with your Naja-Naja armor underneath your clothes???” I only receive a look in response. I unbutton my shirt to show him. “See, no robin suit.” My old friend isn’t looking impressed. “Yeah, because it would be hard to explain if you take off your clothes in front of your boyfriend why you have a robin suit.” 

He is right, but I am not going to give him that.

Anyway,” I decide to distract him, “why do you need Robin for? Kobra was back to being evil in no time, with no news of you.” Suddenly, I panic. “Oh my god, you’re a clone of the now dead Danny, aren’t you.” He looks part-offended, part-horrified that I reach this conclusion. “What, no! Tim, I had to regain strength and rebuild my power slowly on my own. Also, Eve didn’t get back the entirety of Kobra, thank you very much. No, the problem is that we are in a full-blown war, currently, and my spies reported to me that this bitch is planning something against batman, to show off how cool and powerful she is.” he is putting air quotes when saying “cool” and “powerful”, and seems to respect her as much as Tim respect Crazy Quilt.

“So, we need to stop Lady Eve. Okay. Something else? Having the support of part of the Kobra cult will help a lot. Thanks, Dan.” Danny moth’s twitches. “Actually…” Now, it is I who gives him a dead-pan expression. “Given how much Batman and others have stopped the plans of the Kobra group, even my spies aren’t angry at Eve for trying to kill your mentor. Actually, my counselors are recommending that I take her by surprise with a plan to take out Batman first.”

I facepalm and think of everything possible. After an instant, Danny asks: “You’re thinking about..?” “Should I give you coordinates of rogues to make a very impressive display, do I give you weaknesses to use so that we almost loses against your agents in exchange for infos regarding lady eve’s schemes, should I pretend you brainwashed me to join, because i am NOT even pretending to join Kobra willingly, friendship be damned!” He looks a bit hurt at it, but I think he understands why. Even if my support could help. Or maybe it would convince members of his side of the cult to leave.

I sigh. “Can… you give me a day to get a working plan. Also, I would like to get the most you can give me about Lady Eve’s plan. Please?” He rises up off the bed. “Of course. Thank you, Tim.”

-

Bernard is surprised that the conversation didn’t last longer when he sees the door unlock. He grabs his phone and takes a picture as soon as that Danny guy shows up in the crack of the door, before hiding said phone. Maybe that will help him identify who Tim is hanging with.

Danny closes the door with “Once again, thank you. Tim. It reassures me that you are ready to help.” Tim seems to have mixed feelings. Bernard gets really worried about what his boyfriend got involved in.

Afterwards, it’s very awkward as the both of them are trying to come up with a credible lie to shorten their date, all plans forgotten. Bernard can’t even remember what he said to Tim as he closes the door, besides a “See you soon, Timmy!”

He puts his head in his hands to muffle his screams in the corridor as he waits for the elevator.

And Danny Temple doesn’t seem to exist. True, Bernard can find his name in the records of Brentwood Academy, but he apparently never finished his studies. And he has no online presence on any social media. rather weird for a handsome guy like that. Also, Brentwood is a private academy located near Gotham. That means money. Lots of money. So how the hell does Bernard come back empty-handed? The fact that there are many people named Danny Temple doesn’t help him either.

It’s not until much later, when Bernard is going through lists for international terrorists, expecting nothing, that he finds him. And he let his mug of coffee drop on his bed, spilling its content everywhere.

DANNY TEMPLE: One of the leaders of the Kobra Cult. Searched in 42 countries for terrorism, thiefs, blackmailing of US official, hijacking of a sattelite… 

Well, lots of it seems to have been done by a guy named Kobra, AKA Jeffrey Franklin Burr. Danny Temple is considered to have agreed with those opinions and the attempts to destroy the US, but Bernard couldn’t find anything the Kobra cult had done recently in terrorism that weren’t connected to a woman nicknamed “Lady Eve”. And there were rumors of on-going power plays and tensions inside the cult.

Still, even if Temple was “only” a random cult leader, that he tried to get close to a mafia leader like Tim was worrisome. Even if it was simply an alliance for guns, Bernard wasn’t super keen on his bf dealing with a cult. Nevermind all that! Giving GUNS to Terrorists???? He had to go see Tim immediately!

-

And here is what I am reduced to.

“Please, Jason! You’re the only one I can trust to not hold my friendship with a member of Kobra against me! Please help me!”

“Timothy, I am NOT helping Kobra, even if it’s a nicer Kobra. I may be a gang leader, I have standards. And I am not screwing my already tenuous relationship with Bruce” 

When you spit his name like that, no wonder he doesn’t like you, Jay.

“To make you happy!” “We can work together on it! Say it was my idea but I want the plan to stay between you and I! It’s true, and Bruce will leave you alone!” I feel humiliated, begging Jason on his knees. The fact he came in his full armor and I’m in my sweater is not helping. I look like a dumb member of Gotham’s elite who, like most, over-though his importance.

It's in this especially awkward situation that Bernard slams the door open. 

“Tim, I- red HOOOOOD?????!!!! OMG! No, please, don’t hurt my boyfriend! I know he did bad things, well, actually, I know he did bad things but not  sure why, I was ready to let his mafia stuff unaddressed-”

My boyfriend thinks I’m part of the mafia. What. Jason gives me a look. He might have his helmet on, but I can tell his body image is a “WTF, Timothy.”. I sweat even harder. Jason, thanks whatever deity he believes in, doesn’t take advantage of the situation to spread slander. I would have, in his position.

“What? Mister whatever, I’m not planning on killing him. Jeez. There are so many people who deserve it more. No, your… fffrriend, here.” He called me his boyfriend, Jason, you can call me that, damnit. Oh  God, is Jason? “Decided to call for my help, and I’m not feeling generous today.”

Bernard rushes to grab him protectively. "Don't worry, Tim. It’s about that kobra guy who showed up earlier on. Does he have blackmail material on you? you know I used to be in a pain cult before, tight? You can talk to me about things like that.” I’m uncertain about how to respond to his scared face, and then, The Red hood just leaves like that. Me and Bernard are so shocked that I don't realize at first he is calling Dick. Fuck.

It’s then that Tim realizes he is running on adrenaline and crashes to the floor out of unwelcome relief.

-

Bernard tucks Tim in his bed, but doesn’t join him. He is too excited to join him, even if he needs the sleep too. Holy shit! Tim was able to contact Red Hood! HOW? An ex-robin, one of those who survived and became their own heroes! Albeit, given the changes in behavior Red Hood manifested throughout the years, Bernard wouldn’t be surprised if they were at least three people who occupied the costume. maybe five. And then, he is reminded of his suspicions there were multiple Batmen and he looks back at his notes on his phone.

Suddenly, he realizes the Red Hood left the window open. Would be bad if the current Batman showed up. But when Bernard enters the living room, he is shocked to encounter two of the Bagirls, the signal, Nightwing, the newest Robin, didn’t he leave, Batwoman and Red Hood. Bernard would call this a reunion of Gotham vigilantes, but. How many people are missing? Batman, Red Robin, Spitfire, Batgirl #3, Ghostmaker, Nightwing, Clownhunter, Catwoman, The Question… He is so occupied counting them that he doesn’t hear the first time Nightwing coughs.

“Hum, excuse me… Civilian, but could we talk with Tim Drake? Privately, if possible?” Even if it’s said in the nicest way possible, and they all look awkward meeting him, Bernard isn’t exactly feeling safe. “Well, uh. He fainted, so maybe later?” Oh dear Lord, did he just say “Later” to a superhero that isn’t even located in this city?

They all seem shocked he dared say that too. The current Robin even says: “Well, he at least chose a man who stands his ground. Kind of needed.” Bernard is taken aback. “Tim is known for being  pushy? Since when?” New waves of glances exchanged between the Gotham Knights. Bernard is getting annoyed.

“Well, Tim isn’t disponible, try again tomorrow.” And Bernard turns his head and walks out on them. On the inside, he is panicking more than that time their school was attacked and he saw Darla die in front of him. He notices the spoiler look-alike Batgirl runs towards the bedroom. He is not quick enough to stop her. She sounds surprised when she opens the door. “Seriously?!?” “Shhh!!!! You’re going to wake him up, and he is never sleeping at a decent hour!”

Bafflingly enough, she seems to actually be ashamed. Who would have thought a superhero could feel bad. The group discreetly escaped while he was looking at her, and she gave him the slip by the entrance door when he noticed that. Bernard double-lock the window and sits on the couch to keep watch.

Sadly, even with all that, he ends up sleeping too.

-

I woke up in a panic. And get confused. I'm in my bed. Jason wouldn’t have done that, and he already left anyway. But why isn’t Bernard with me in bed? I think of what we could do in bed together and I blush hard. I frown when I open up my phone, expecting him to have left a message. Instead, Barbara sent me a text telling me to come. that’s in the intervention. Jason! I quickly put my costumes on and leave by the window. Bernard probably went back home.

I arrive at the cave thinking of excuses. “Well, excuse me. I have this friend who’s part of Kobra and I know it’s bad news, and I promise I don’t agree with his idea of keeping it running.”

“You WHAT, Drake!!!!!?!” Damian shrieks. I notice everyone besides Bruce and Luke are here. Jason is covering his head in shame, and everyone looks horrified. Cassandra is first to get her senses back. “We here… Talk.. you boyfriend.” Oh. OH. OH NO.

“Why do we need to talk about it? It’s not like you guys always tell your civilian dates!” Dick is the one who talks back. “Timmy. He thinks you’re in the mafia.” Touché. Stephanie goes on the offensive, oh shit! “Tim. If you don’t tell him this week, I WILL.” She lets her threat hang in the open. And I know her. We dated for several years. She will put it into practice.

I shake my hands. “No need, Steph. I was planning on telling him.”

When? You never told Ariana, Zoanne or Tamara. Cassie knew already when you started dating and Bruce is the one who told Staph.

Shut up, guilt. And she seems to have the same train of thought as I did, because her face becomes notably harsher. Cassandra states what everyone knows. “Liar.” Suddenly, I feel Kate’s hands on my shoulders and I tense. “And now, what is this about a friend of yours being part of Kobra, Robin…”

-

Bernards wakes up and is shocked to see Tim is gone, his window opened. A quick search shows the window was opened from the inside. Suddenly, a knock is heard at the door. Bernard is shocked to see that terrorist dude. “You live with Tim… Bernie?” “Bernard.”

The blond grabs his boyfriends’ blackmailer and brings him inside, before shoving his finger in the other man's muscular torso repetitively. “And Tim’s not there. I’m not sure where he is. But. I. Think. It. Has. Some. Thing. To. Do. With. Red. Hood. Showing. Up. Last. Night.” Wow, he needs to take some breaths. Bernard is so focused on his panting he doesn’t notice the look of fear on Danny’s face. “I hope your boyfriend is okay.” That surprises Bernard. “You say that only because you need him for whatever Kobra has planned”, he spits with a harsh expression. The dark-haired cult leader is shocked and actually steps back a little, before shouting. “HOW DARE-”

“Hello you two! Now, can we get you separated? Mister Temple, we want to talk to you about what we can do to stop Lady Eve. And… Bernard Dowd? I think Tim Drake has something to tell you.”

Huntress and the silent Batgirl escort Bernard to Tim’s room. He is sitting on his chair, which he dragged in the middle of the room. Then, the two are left almost alone, with only Spoiler-Batgirl staying to look over them. Bernard opens his mouth. “So… This is the moment where you tell me you’re going to jail, isn’t it.” The Batgirl slaps her face and groans.

Tim seems to hesitate. He starts many phrases, then whispers something in a language Bernard doesn’t even know. Tired, Bernard turns towards the girl. “You know what he means?” She looks uncomfortable. “Well, yes, but…” “WAIT!” Shouts Tim. “I’mrobubyudon’guyed…” Bernard exchanges a quick glance with the woman, before they both turn towards Tim. “Yeah. Hum? Sweetheart? You’re going to need to talk louder for me to try to understand what you mean.” Tim gets a lot redder than Bernard ever saw him and gives a pleading look to Batgirl. SHe sighs and goes to the closet.

Bernard looks, intrigued, and is shocked when she clicks on an invisible button, which opens to reveal: “A Robin costume? Why does Tim have THAT! I thought the Waynes were like criminals?”

His boyfriend makes a sputtering sound and hides his face in his hands while Batgirl rolls on the floor laughing.

"WHAT???" Shouts Bernard. She rips her mask and takes off her hood. "Stephanie Brown!" Bernard is shocked to see Tim's ex, now sister, is Red Robin's ex. A light bulb burst into his mind. "Tim, you're an ex-Robin? But I thought you guys were adopted BEFORE becoming Robin!" Steph looks like she is dying of laughter and Tim is trying to disappear, with how small he is making himself.

Then, the reveal truly sets in, and Bernard has to sit on the bed. After some thinking, he only says: "Tim, you're a… superhero?" He sounds hurt. Tim runs towards him and kneels by his side to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I never told anyone, you know? Besides some teammates. Even Stephanie didn't know who Robin was when he started dating Spoiler."

Tears spill from Bern's eyes. "So, you keep secrets from everyone you know? Tim, how am I supposed to trust you when I won't be able to take anything you say as face value. I-" He hugs Robin… Tim.

As they whisper things to one another and Stephanie goes to the door to give them space, Damian enters. "Drake, I think you had enough time to talk. Now, come on, we have plans to… Oh."

Stephanie drags the young Wayne by the ears. "Come on, Damien. They need some time to deal with it."

-

Bernard is clutching his sofa so much he wonders if he is going to break it. He can see the images on the screen repeat in his head.

A massive attack from Lady Eve in a bank, trying to bring out Batman. Suddenly being attacked by Black Mask's gang, who was planning a robbery. Nightwing, wearing a snake-theme mind control helmet, sent by the Naja-Naja, whoever that was. Batman being caught by a rival faction of Kobra who wanted to get to him before Eve. 

The massive brawls that resulted, in which Sionni almost killed Nightwing- Dick, Tim would have been devastated, by slashing his throat. Tim arrived late, because traffic is terrible in Gotham for a motorbike rider like him. The batmobile can fly at least. Or is the batcopter truly a different thing?

His phone distracts him. It's Tim sending a pic in costume. "Don't worry, Bernie, nobody was massively hurt."

"Don't call me that to distract me from the fact Dick almost died, asshole!"

Tim doesn't answer for a moment, but Bernard can see he is typing a lot.

"Yeah, sorry babe. I'm coming over?"

Bernard hesitates. His fingers stay above his phone for what feels like hours. 

"Yes. We need to talk about security. I love you too much to stomach seeing you so much of you throwing yourself like that."

And that's true. Tim was fighting like he didn't care that he got hurt. Red Robin/this Robin often did, and Bernard was always worried. But now that he knows it's Tim…

He hears the flutter of his boyfriend's cape in the wind and smiles at the man opening his window.

-

"So, a conspiracy theorist who thought we were criminals and was part of a cult? You could have picked better." Damian complains.

I pretend to look at my phone. "Oh, gosh, robin! Never thought about it! Maybe the Rhafi of Dhabar would be better suited indeed! I haven't talk to him in some time, but-"

"What?"

"Or, I know! Do you think Bruce would accept a speedster as my boyfriend if I told him the other options are an amazon or a half-kryptonian?"

"Drake, I. You."

"Maybe I should see how the third Lynx is doing, but she might remind dad of Selina too much."

"Who?"

"Maybe. Or maybe I should seek Darla out. What do you think of me dating a mafia leader's daughter with magical power? Don't worry, she's good now."

"Drake, why are you like this?"

"Trauma, my dear Damian. Trauma."

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Copycat: Genesis —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: We get a break from our usuals to revisit unknown friendships -Danny

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xiv: Copycat Gets A Call

"He has a what?"

"A son," Matt ate a chunk of his burger, "quite big..."

"Wait, but is he Bruce's or Hulk's?"

"Is there a difference?"

"Yeah!" The mutant leaned closer. "Is he human or is he a mutant?"

"I'd argue that he's something else," he shrugged.

"Holy shit..." Cat whistled lowly. "I pity the person that gave birth to a Hulk... hey, did you sleep with Jen in Hulk mode?"

"I'm not answering that."

"I'm just curious!" She laughed. "Were you able to walk afterward? What about the bruises—"

"She was human the whole night," Matt was grinning in spite of himself. "It was a regular hook-up."

"Yeah, sure," she teased him. "So are you guys a thing now?"

"Eh, we... we..." he stuttered. "It's nothing serious."

"It never is," she replied knowingly. "That doesn't mean you don't like her."

Matt shook his head. "I won't talk about this with you."

"Why not?"

"'Cause you're my ex!" He laughed in disbelief.

"Like that was ever a problem," she scoffed. "C'mon, I promise I won't get jealous!"

"Okay, you tell me about Spider-man."

"What?"

"Is he a good hook-up?"

"Well, it depends," she smirked. "Which one are we talking about?"

Matthew snorted. "You're unsalvageable."

Cat sighed. "Maybe I am."

The man fixed his posture, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "That was a bad joke, I'm sorry."

"No, no! I'm just being dumb," she looked away in embarrassment. "It wasn't that awful I just—I'm a little stuck in my ways, it's true. Wanda gave me back some important memories and suddenly I understand why I do the things I do, but I can't stop myself."

Matt nodded, now it was his turn to sigh. "Yeah, I've been there... I still am."

Cat stared at him. "I don't wanna be like this forever."

"I believe you." His hand found hers easily.

Her eyes looked for his out of habit, even though he wasn't going to meet her gaze. "You can hear my heartbeat, right? That's why you're so willing to believe me."

"I don't know what memories Wanda helped you recover, but it was the right call. You needed that part of yourself back."

Cat stared at their hands. "You know I don't regret you even if it ended badly. None of it."

"I know that too," his thumb rubbed the back of her hand, it was a mechanical action, and she doubted he was even aware of it. "To be honest, as far as breakups go, that wasn't so bad."

Cat was too vulnerable around Matthew, he knew things she'd never been brave enough to share with others. She wished he could've at least had the decency to pretend he accepted her apology against his will like Harley always did. She couldn't stand being treated kindly. Cat didn't think she deserved it.

She was a murderous mutant who'd finished most gangs in Hell's Kitchen, the kid that'd escaped a lab in nothing but a hospital robe and hissed at loud noises— but she was also the girl who'd fallen in love with the nerd in her physics class, and liked wearing sundresses in the spring.

She felt like different people sharing a body and she'd seen them grow from behind a window, a silent viewer unable to steer the wheel. Unable to hold onto the things she loved the most. And yet, Kate, Harley, and Kurt would come back in a heartbeat if she asked... and Peter kept his word and stayed in every moment of need. Maybe it was time she allowed herself to be everything instead of just one at a time.

Wanda had said there was always a new path sprouting from every step, and she had the power to decide in which direction to step next. What if she could somehow make a single path out of all the roads?

M.O.U.S.E started flashing, Cat gave a start.

"Who's calling?" She asked out loud.

"Princess Shuri."

"What?" Cat left her chair. "That's convenient..."

"You have the princess of Wakanda in your contacts list?" Matt asked in surprise.

"Yeah, she made my old suit, I told you..." Cat didn't finish her sentence. Matthew didn't remember that conversation because it was linked to a memory of Peter. "We're old friends."

Cat picked her A.I. from the coffee table and answered the call. "Hi! This is so weird, I was actually going to call—"

"I have a job for you," Shuri went straight to business. "And I need you here as soon as possible."

"Oh," Cat smiled. "Sure!"

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"It's a great idea," she said, gathering her stuff hurriedly. "I get a new suit, I help out Shuri so I don't have to pay for it, and then I can go after Kraven."

"What if Kraven finds you before Shuri gives you the suit?"

"I know he's a tough guy but I doubt he can enter Wakanda without being seen, that's just absurd."

"Cat—"

"Trust me on this one, please?" Cat begged him. "This is not a suicidal mission, which is a positive change in my record. I'm helping Shuri find some kid."

Matt's hands were on his hips, just like any time when he was stressed. "What should I tell Spider-man? That you just got up and left like you always do?"

"Tell him I got a way to jumpstart the plan, he'll be ecstatic," she said. "Keep the city safe for me, okay? I'll be back soon."

The man shook his head, unconvinced by the whole situation. "You always have a way to complicate things, I don't feel okay about this."

"Matthew," she turned around and cupped his face. "You're paranoid. I'm a grown woman, I can handle myself just fine— and if I die on accident, well, that's just one less problem you won't have to worry about!" Matt's glare made her stop her teasing. "I'm joking."

"Try to keep me informed, okay?"

"I'll do my best."

"It may not look like much, but it's my life's work in here," said a girl's voice.

"Oh, I believe you," Cat entered the workshop smiling at her surroundings. "It was a place like this that took my best friend right up to Stark Industries..."

Okoye stared at her with a little frown. "Why did you call the heathen?"

"We needed all the help we could get," Shuri said. "Cat counts for at least five people."

The mutant beamed. "Hi again, my lady."

"Hi, Copy," Shuri stepped forward and welcomed her with a hug. "Been a while..."

"I'd ask how you've been, but we both know the answer to that," she gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry about your brother."

"I'm sorry about what happened to you," the girl replied.

Cat got confused by her response. "How do you know?"

Shuri pointed at her throat. "Whatever that was, I'm sure it wasn't fun."

"Oh, we don't have the time to hear about that," Cat looked at the younger girl. "Let's focus on the mission. What are we doing?"

"You're— You're Copycat!" The girl approached her eagerly.

"Yes, for the most part," Cat hummed. "And you are?"

"A lot of trouble."

"Now, Okoye, that's not nice!" Cat taunted her. "What did she do?"

"Created a machine that can detect vibranium miles under the ocean's surface," Shuri said gravely. "The US government's using it, and someone is not happy about it. They've threatened her safety, so we have to take her to our country to fix this."

"Oh," Cat frowned. "Are you sure it was her, though? What are you, fourteen?"

"I'm nineteen!"

"That's the same thing," the mutant joked. "But don't think I'm underestimating you! Spider-man built a fully functional super suit and a bomb when he was seventeen and on the same day!"

"A what?" Shuri frowned.

"Oh, no one knows about that, only me. I was there," she brushed it aside. "Anyway, why am I here?"

"The Princess believes you are enough backup," Okoye said skeptically.

"Backup for what?"

"I told you, someone's after Riri," Shuri replied. "He's very powerful, and he's threatened our country if we don't take her to him."

"But you don't wanna do that," Cat guessed.

"No! Look at her!" Shuri said in worry. "We need your help, we take her to our country in one piece, and maybe we can negotiate a solution with this man."

"Men rarely consent to peaceful conversations," Cat warned her.

"That's the reason we called you," the princess retorted. "You're one of the best Avengers out there."

"I'm not—"

"Oh, she didn't mean it literally," Okoye raised a brow. "We are aware of your status, Copycat."

The young woman hesitated. "Then... why did you call me?"

"Shuri seems to think there is no issue with your lack of ethics," Okoye approached her menacingly. "I, on the other hand, will keep my eye on you."

"Wise decision," Cat turned to Riri. "I guess I'll be your bodyguard for a while kid."

Riri's smile widened. "Hey, if this thing clears out would you consider recruiting me to the young—"

"Absolutely not," Cat responded.

Okoye pointed at the stuff on the work table. "So... the design for the machine is on that laptop?"

"Yeah."

"And you just leave it on a desk in a car garage..."

"I got 2065-byte encryption on that thing," Riri smirked.

"That's impressive," Shuri replied courteously. "Ever locked yourself out?"

"Took me the whole semester to get back in! Had to build a functional quantum computer just to crack my own encryption," she snorted.

"Woah," Cat stared at the girl's work in awe. "You and Keener would get along..."

"Keener? You mean Stark's new golden boy?" Riri raised a brow. "He looks like a—"

"I should warn you that he's one of my best friends," Cat smiled a little.

"A pretty smart guy," the girl was quick to correct.

Cat snorted, beside her Shuri pointed at a board on her left.

"What is it you're building here? Is it Stark tech?"

"I said don't touch anything," Riri scowled.

"Princess," spoke an A.I. voice, "American law enforcement has arrived at your location."

"Shit."

"Who was that?"

"My A.I."

"Get ready, heathen, you'll have some toys to chew," Okoye walked past her.

"Okay, first of all, you're not saying it right, I can tell you're not using caps at the start and I don't like that. It's Heathen." Cat frowned. "Second, all I have is baby Mouse and a pocket knife, so I'm sorry if I don't work to my usual speed."

"What!" Shuri looked at her in shock. "What did you do to your suit!?"

"I was going to tell you about it later cause I actually want you to make me a new one but I don't think now's the time—"

"Cat, how are you going to survive this fight with a pocket knife?!"

"I never said I'm not wearing a suit," she pointed at her black clothes. "This is my gorgon suit. Not my favorite, but something is something, right? Bulletproof, at least."

"They're surrounding us," Okoye announced, staring at the projection in her bracelet.

"I thought you said a merman was after me, that's the feds!" Riri said.

"A what now?" Cat inquired.

Shuri threw out a window a small drone that look a little like Cat's fleas, then the princess turned to look at her. "Help us, and I'll make you all the suits you want."

"You got it, princess."

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[lestappenforever]

Good morning my pretty girl!!! So… brainrot.

I was on TikTok and came across a trend with an undertale song so I thought about something. Mercenary!Max is set to kill a politician son, Pierre. It’s his most important target. Then, bodyguard!Charles meet Max and amongst all kinds of dirty sex, handcuffs, hiking up Charles’ leg to his waist and getting hot and bothered feeling the garter holster, kinky stuff ensues and then all hell breaks loose when Charles is set to protect Pierre from Max. At risk of being executed by his partner Checo, who’s dying to take his place in the golden throne of the mercenaries, Max has to make a promise to Charles that he won’t hurt Pierre, even though that means he will be hunted down for not finishing his job and probably joining forces with Pierre to protect him from Checo, Danny(who’s after Charles due to pure and wicked jealousy) and Yuki (who falls in love with Pierre but it’s afraid of ending up like Max, pursued and excommunicated). Thoughts? I love mafia!aus and I know that plot has been around for quite some time but I really liked this idea and I can’t stop thinking about it skksksksksk anyways, I’d like yours and out lovely anons opinions 😭

Evie, my love, my light, how I have missed you and your brainrots. ❤️

Oh my, this is - as always - a truly wonderful brainrot that I will definitely be thinking about for the rest of the day. So thank you very much for that.

I personally can't offer to write this as AUs aren't my things for ships I think the canon world is too perfect for already, which is the case with Lestappen, but someone should definitely write this.

@Anons: She's back and she's as beautiful as ever. Enjoy Evie's new brainrot masterpiece. 💕

#Asks #killingevie #My tag for “Evie is the queen of my heart and my sunshine forever #Evie's wonderful brainrots

[razmerry]

Your favourite little warrior beetle man for the ask game <3

MAN I HAVE BRAINWORMS ABOUT. MAN I'M POISONED IN THE HEAD ABOUT. PATHETIC LITTLE BACKGROUND CHARACTER WHO ATTACHED HIMSELF TO ME

sexuality headcanon

Bi but he never thinks about romance... too focused on Friendship and Fighting. Like a shounen protagonist

gender/pronouns headcanon

he/they nonbinary Beetlewhisker real

rate them out of ten

1000000000/10. perfect no notes

favorite thing about them

OKAY so he has such a fun personality for a background character from the little moments you see in oots. And then he has a surprisingly heartrending death, preceded by him being MONUMENTALLY stupid. And he suffers for eternity! how could I not love him!!

least favorite thing about them

I think his editing errors are really fun. Actually I'm not sure this is something I dislike after all, maybe some people saying that he joined StarClan after the Last Hope battle but only cause it interferes with my Personal Headcanons

why i first started liking/disliking them

I always sort of had a fondness for him cause he was a neat background character, but in 2019 I made a PMV featuring him and Antpelt and that really ingrained me to him

do i relate/project onto/kin them?

no he is not me, he is my beautiful son

favorite quote/moment

my fav ship

Ooh I kind of like him and Juniperclaw together... blorbos in hell <3

my fav platonic friendship

Him and Pricklekit his littlest brother!! I love the idea of Pricklekit fetching him in StarClan

a ship i hate

He is not important enough to have any real ships haha. I make the rules here

do i prefer canon or fanon?

BOTH. He is a funny lil guy in canon and then I make all the rules about him

random headcanon

I will fight to the DEATh defending him being a himbo. THE RULES AS FOLLOWS; 1.) he is a jock. He's training in the Dark Forest, which always makes character stronger, and he was clearly strong enough to be invited to an important meeting. He actively sought out of the Dark Forest meaning he likes getting stronger! 2.) he is pure of heart. He was the only one to try walking out of the Dark Forest when they revealed their plan to kill their Clanmates, and even apologized to Brokenstar genuinely. My sweet sweet boy. 3.) he is dumb of ass. Good Lord this boy is empty-headed. The quote above is just one example, but his other major non-DF appearance is him reporting about Mothwing's actions to Mistystar and having zero idea what he's talking about. No thoughts in that beautiful head of his. And of course he told a demon who'd just been talking about murder, to his face, "no thanks I do not want to kill people. but I respect you okay bye bye :)"

what color do i picture them as

cat breed headcanon

My brainrot progressed so severely that I commissioned @nanistar to draw my design of him lmao

unpopular opinion

No one has opinions about him except me and like 4 other people god bless

things i associate with them

beetles, rotting plants, tears, fish

song i associate with them

"In The Pines" by Danny Farrant

favorite MAP/PMV/AMV with them

Sorry to self-promote but I literally made a 3-minute PMV about him

#ask #anon #beetlewhisker #my boy... my little boy..........

[mcclinseymediablog]

Blog #3 - Deconstructing Characters Of The Horror Genre

The Overlook Hotel, located in Estes Park Colorado, has a grim reputation. Due to the high cost of keeping the roads clear of snow and ice in the winter, the hotel closes down for five months every year. A caretaker is required to maintain the hotel, forcing them to live in isolation. In the 1950’s, Charles Grady served as a caretaker for the hotel, moving in with his family. Grady went insane and murdered his family before committing suicide. Then in 1980, Jack Torrance replaced Dick Hallorann as the hotel’s caretaker. After five months, Torrance murdered Dick Hallorann, and attempted to murder his family. His son, Danny, and his wife, Wendy, both survived.

Torrance nearly froze to death in the maze outside the hotel. He was successfully rehabilitated and swiftly sent to trial, then prison. Forty-five years later, Jack Torrance is a free man. We have the pleasure of interviewing him today.

Interviewer: It has been forty-two years since the incident at the Overlook Hotel. Do you still have regrets for what you did?

Torrance: Of course, but people just don’t understand what the job was like for me. It was like I was possessed by anger. I remember feeling so angry at my wife and kid. They couldn’t not cross the line if they tried. I had to correct them.

Interviewer: What was going through your mind during those five months?

Torrance: The first month was not too bad, just a bit lonely. I got a lot of writing done, but that was all I had to do other than a few routine maintenance checks. The next two months got worse. My wife and son struggled to keep themselves busy. I began feeling uncontrollable loneliness and vulnerability. By the fourth month, I felt like I was a different person. I couldn’t stand to be around my family or write another word. I started to see people that weren’t there. I talked to them, and they talked back. By the fifth month, I started drinking, and I couldn’t control myself anymore. It was like I was possessed. I talked to Grady, and I suddenly understood why he did what he did. I felt as if there was nothing more important to do at that point in time than to chop my family into pieces. Most people don’t have to face the fact that at the right time and place, they are capable of anything.

Interviewer: How do you feel about how you felt then?

Torrance: It is hard to believe I could be capable of such a thing. Before going to that hotel, I did some things to my family that I’m not proud of, but it’s nothing compared to attempted murder. And Hallorann, he got in my way. I feel terrible that he ended up dead, but he never should’ve been there.

Interviewer: Have you talked to your wife and son much since the incident?

Torrance: I talked to Wendy once about a month after that night, and once a few months after I was freed. She wants nothing to do with me, but she told me that Danny became some sort of doctor for sleep or something. Wendy said he was going back to the Overlook. I tried to meet him there, but as it turns out, the police don’t like me getting anywhere near that hotel, or anyone really. Anyways, Danny wants nothing to do with me whatsoever. Wendy doesn’t want to get anywhere near me either.

Interviewer: What have you done in the past forty years?

Torrance: I was in a psychiatric hospital for the first year, then prison for most of the rest. I wrote a few stories in prison. I’m thinking I should publish one.

Interviewer: I hope it’s more than ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy”.

Torrance: ...

Interviewer: What was the worst part about the past forty years for you?

Torrance: I did not like prison. I didn’t get along well with the other inmates, but I remember feeling thankful that I was not alone, at the very least. I was transferred back to the mental hospital, but they thought I was faking a mental illness. The absolute worst part was being sent back to prison, but at least I got away from that wretched nurse they had.

Interviewer: You’re a free man now. How does it feel?

Torrance: It almost feels like they released me because I’m too old to hurt anybody now. Those forty years were wasted as far as I’m concerned. It’s hard to adjust back to normal life too. I don’t think I can ever really feel free. On the bright side, nobody can stop me from drinking now.

Interviewer: The doctors at the scene believe it was a miracle that you survived. You were exposed to a blizzard overnight and were still resuscitated. 

Torrance: I still can’t believe it.

Interviewer: Do you remember freezing in the maze?

Torrance: I was too weak to move. All I felt was rage. I don’t remember much else.

Interviewer: This photo was taken just before your resuscitation.

2h:19m:30s

Interviewer: How long were you out there?

Torrance: I don’t have a clue. Can I get a copy of that photo? I think I’d like it framed on my wall.

Interviewer: Some say the Overlook Hotel is possessed and that the hotel possesses its caretakers. How do you feel about that?

Torrance: I think the same myself. To be honest, I think the isolation did me in at first. It softened me up to be controlled. As I said, it was like I was watching myself from a different body.

Interviewer: A photo of a ball in the Overlook Hotel from 1921 has sparked some controversy. People say a man in the photo looks just like you, and that it actually is you.

Torrance: That’s nonsense.

Interviewer: Have you seen the photo? I’ll show you now.

2h:20m:45s

Torrance: Must be a coincidence. The guy certainly looks like me, but that can’t possibly be me. Why are you looking at me like that?

Interviewer: People say you are a reincarnation of the man in the photo.

Torrance: I don’t know if I believe in reincarnation. I’ll just let people have their fun.

Interviewer: That’s all the time I have today. Thank you very much, Jack. 

Torrance: Yeah, thanks for having me. Can I get that drink now?

[yonkimint]

Still Want You [Jin x Reader]

28. No Son of Mine - Part 2 ✎

WARNING: This chapter contains themes that may be difficult for some readers. Please read at your own discretion.

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Tae drops you off at the sound booth in the back of the theater before running off to the drama room to meet his fellow cast members. You roll your eyes and call after him that you’ll meet him at your house later tonight. He twists back around and gives you a big thumbs up.

“Good luck confessing!” he yells across the empty auditorium.

Your cheeks go hot and you eye the closed door to the sound booth nervously. Hobi is probably already in there and if he isn’t already lost in his mixtape, surely he’ll have heard Tae. You plan to tell him how you feel today but you want to wait until after your session.

Wrinkling your nose at Tae, you shoo him away. He curls his shoulders, tucking his arms around his ribs as he shakes with laughter. He doesn’t know about Hobi in the sound booth but he knows how nervous you are about this big confession. 

“Just text me if you get stuck making out and can’t get home,” he says and then retreats.

“I hate you, Kim Taehyung!” you yell after him.

He’s disappeared from view but his voice echoes back to you, “Don’t say things you don’t mean, y/n!”

You shake your head and turn toward the sound booth, silently preparing yourself for a couple hours in the small space with Jung Hoseok. But when you push open the door, the booth is empty, all the sound boards dark.

That’s weird, you think. Hobi always beats you here so he can work on his own projects before you join him to start working sound for the upcoming play. You back out of the booth and glance around the auditorium.

Maybe he stopped by the drama room to talk to Ms. Lee, the drama teacher. You shake your head. He wouldn’t do that so close to rehearsal time. He didn’t want any of your classmates to know he was involved with the drama department at all.

You decide to send a quick text and then work on sound for the play on your own.

He still doesn’t reply which worries you. He was fine at lunch and he’s never sent such short messages before. Did you do something to offend him? Did he overhear the boys teasing you about your crush at some point today? How embarrassing!

You like Hobi, you really do, and maybe you’ve imagined once or twice what it would be like to hold his hand or whatever but it’s never been worth risking the friendship you have with him. He’s been your mentor for over a year now and that’s always been more important than your hormones.

You decide maybe you should swing by his house and clear the air. If you let him know that your crush on him isn’t that serious, maybe he’ll stop being so weird in his texts. Maybe he’ll come back to the sound booth tomorrow and you can help him with his mixtape. That would be something casual and totally not weird to do.

As you shut down the sound boards and computers in the sound booth, you rehearse what you’ll say when you see Hobi. He did say he was busy so he’ll probably be annoyed but once you explain, he’ll understand why you had to interrupt his evening.

What if Jin is with him? you wonder. You have to plan for every scenario. Is admitting to your crush something you’re willing to do in front of Tae’s older brother? Jin is close with your dad and if it gets back to your dad, it will get back to your mom and your mom is very particular about who you spend your time with. If Jin is there, you decide, you’ll have to play it cool.

But when you do finally leave the school and make your way towards Hobi’s house, you find yourself completely unprepared for the scene that unfolds.

Hobi’s front yard is in complete disarray. Clothes litter the lawn. The contents of his backpack have been dumped and scattered, papers blowing in the wind. And in the middle of all of it, Hobi is curled in a tight ball while a stern looking man in a wrinkled suit towers over him, hand raised to strike.

“You’re despicable,” the man shouts and cuffs Hobi’s ear, “We give you a good life. We clothe you and feed you and this is how you repay us?”

“I’m sorry,” Hobi cries, “I’m sorry, dad!”

“You’re sorry?” the man shouts, slapping his son again and again, “Sorry doesn’t fix what a disgusting boy you are!”

“I can’t help it!” Hobi protests, lifting his face to his father’s beating. His face is red, a cut slices his bottom lip in two, and the beginnings of a dark bruise rings his cheekbone. You are frozen on the sidewalk, taking in this awful scene.

“You are an abomination!” his father growls. He pulls back his hand to strike Hobi again and the boy turns his face away, towards you, and his eyes widen in horror. You stare back, paralyzed by the situation.

You know you should do something but what? 

“Stop!” you finally shout.

The man drops his hand and whirls towards you, a fury in his demeanor that you have never seen in another person. You step back, tripping as you fall off the curb, and stumble into the street.

“Get out of here,” Hobi calls to you but you shake your head. You can’t leave him alone after what you’ve seen. You need to get him out of here.

“Who the hell are you?” his dad shouts at you.

You glare at this man, ready to tear him a new one for hitting his own child, and then remember what your own dad always tells you when you get upset. Even if you’re not, pretend to be calm. That drives people more crazy than any argument. 

You press your lips together, sucking a calming breath through your nose, and then say as evenly as you can, “I’m Hobi’s friend and I’m here to pick him up.”

“y/n,” Hobi calls, rising to his feet on the lawn. He looks angry that you’re here. Why is he angry? You’re saving him from a massive beating on his front lawn! “Get out of here!”

“No,” you tell him, “Not unless you come with me.”

“Buzz off!” Hobi snaps.

And then his dad is laughing, an evil, derisive laugh, “Oh, she doesn’t know what kind of sick freak you are, does she? This your girlfriend, Hoseok? Does she know you’ve been fantasizing about boys instead of her? That in your sick mind you’re in love with your own best friend?”

You are a little caught off guard by this. Not that Hobi likes boys. Hobi can like whoever he wants but that he likes Jin? You never would have guessed it in a million years. As you think about it, it makes sense though. They are best friends and they spend a lot of time together. After all, isn’t that the same reason that you have your little crush on him? You spend a lot of time with him.

You’d still like to scream at Hobi’s dad but you choose to laugh off his accusations instead, “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not Hobi’s girlfriend! And anyway, Hobi can love whoever he wants but right now, we have a project we need to work on for school so is it cool if he comes with me for a little bit?”

Hobi’s father rolls his eyes but gestures for his son to go to you. You can see the boy tense and then grudgingly make his way to your side. You want to wrap your arms around him, to let him know he’s safe now, but you can tell that’s the exact opposite of what he wants.

“Don’t bother coming back,” his dad says, “You’re no son of mine.”

“So yeah,” you finish, still staring into your lap, “That’s why me and Hobi hate each other.”

You can’t bear to look into Jin’s eyes now because you know what you’ll see. Utter betrayal. It was bad enough when Hobi just wouldn’t tell him about his job or the fact that he was into recording music once upon a time but something this serious… it’s a devastating blow.

No one speaks for what feels like an eternity and then finally, Tae clears his throat.

“It’s pretty fucked up,” he says weakly but it’s enough of a spark to ignite the whole room. You feel a sudden heat radiate off Jin and you snap your gaze up to his face. He’s furious and it’s directed at you. You feel your insides shrivel under the intensity of it.

“You told Tae but you didn’t call the cops?”

“Hobi asked me not to,” you whisper.

“y/n!” he groans, “It doesn’t matter what Hobi asked you not to do. Child abuse is illegal!”

“We were fifteen, hyung!” Tae interjects.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, scooting away from Jin. The anger in his gaze turns to alarm. He wasn’t trying to push you away and the physical space between you seems suddenly vast and cold. He reaches out to pull you back but you shake your head. “I knew I needed to call the cops. I told him we should but he was so scary and I didn’t want to make him more angry.”

“No, I know,” Jin says, his tone more soothing now, “I’m not mad at you. I just can’t believe Hobi went through all of that and kept it from me. It’s just a lot to take in. He really told you he hoped your dad died?”

You shrug. “He was just upset. It's not like he could have known it was going to happen a week later.”

Jin takes this opportunity to pull you close to him again and tucks your head beneath his chin, “I’ll kill him if you want.”

You lean into him, allowing his warmth to seep into you, and wrap your arms tightly around him. You almost forget that Tae is there too until he groans with disgust and leaves the room. Once he’s gone, Jin takes you gently by the chin and pulls your face up to his.

The kiss you share is gentle and almost soothing — aside from the heat that always seems to radiate in your middle from wanting him — but you know things aren’t resolved, not by a long shot. You pull back to look into his eyes again.

“You can’t kill him. He’s your best friend,” you say.

“I don’t know about that anymore,” he grumbles.

You press your palm softly to his cheek, tracing the tired purple skin beneath his eyes with the pad of your thumb, and offer him an encouraging smile. “You don’t have to make that decision right now. Let’s just watch a movie or something and try to relax until you can talk to Hobi again, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” he agrees with a sigh. You nod and go to pull away but his grip on you tightens.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

His eyes are dark and a little bit playful when he leans his forehead against yours and whispers, “Your dress. It’s still driving me crazy.”

Your body is suddenly on fire everywhere he’s touching and your stomach starts somersaulting. Didn’t he say he was going to take it slow? And Tae is here. What if he walks back in and finds you guys? And what if you aren’t… quiet?

“y/n,” Jin’s teasing voice brings you back to reality. He’s laughing at you. You frown at him. Why is he laughing? “Stop panicking. We’re not going there tonight!”

“Don’t bring it up if you’re not gonna follow through, SUCKjin!” you whine, swatting at him.

He’s still laughing when he presses his lips to yours again and says sweetly, “I love you, my sweetheart.”

“I love you too,” you whisper back.

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