#he tough the Joker killed the boy with acid

[nelkcats]

The victim is... the same as yesterday?

Since Danny managed to master the power of duplication he noticed a couple of things: duplicates didn't always disappear when he wanted them to, it was possible to make many at once and he could change shapes when he used it. The duplicates also disappeared in ecto when destroyed.

So, when the halfa moved to a new location he decided it made the most sense to release "Human Danny's" over Gotham and stay as Phantom to look at his new home from the sky. He needed to investigate his new surroundings and probably find a better place to live.

This made the bats desperate, they had multiple alerts of "Multiple black-haired, blue-eyed boys wandering into dangerous territories" and "A meta flying around Gotham", Bruce doubted it was a coincidence, maybe the meta was a new villain.

In some cases they couldn't get there in time and the blue-eyed boy died mysteriously, since they didn't communicate with each other, they didn't know it was the same victim over and over again. Danny wasn't surprised when he felt one of his duplicates return to him. Of course, the halfa had no idea he was giving Red Robin traumas about a boy "vanishing on acid".

The batfamily, who remained without communication, thought that some villain was chasing down black-haired, blue-eyed people and killing them. Jason was the first to realize that it was the same boy and he frowned not understanding the situation. He found the meta and he was almost harmless, which didn't have sense.

#dpxdc #Danny wanted to explore his new home #so he created like two or three duplicates daily to explore while he search for a new home as Phantom #since the duplicates are still Danny they found trouble easy #some of them were attacked by villains #and decided to “die” to keep their human status #Danny didn't know the bats were seeing him dying #dp x dc #dc x dp #Poor Tim is traumatized #he tough the Joker killed the boy with acid #but no #it was just the duplicate melting and becoming ectoplasm #The Batfamily doesn't communicate #they are confused #since the victims “disappear” and for some reason they can't take a photo #the photos are always corrupted #the bats tough they were different victims #Bruce thinks there is someone pointing at the Waynes and catching innocent people #he's just theorizing at this point

[ramblinganthropologist]

N7 Challenge 25 - Lost

Summary: The Shepards get lost on a strange planet.  So, like the siblings they are... time to ask how it’s going with your love interest I guess?

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“Some N7 you are...”

“Hey, you're lost too you know.”

“Yeah but I'm not the one with the hyper-modded omni-tool.”

Ok, fair... but at the same time, no.

Alistair sighed as he tapped his omni-tool. All he got out of it was a lot of static and a headache blooming behind his eyes. He would have taken his helmet off to massage the pain, but... well, they weren't in the atmosphere for it.

Oh the joys of on-planet missions going to shit.

“I think the storm's causing interference.”

Bo, also in full armor, snorted as she crossed her arms. “Of course it is.”

At least they weren't being exposed to the elements. Instead, they were in a ramshackle building that had probably been an outpost for the illegal mining setup they had been sent to investigate. It might not have been the nicest, but it was built to withstand the elements. Right then that was a bonus, because outside was hell on earth.

He had heard the planet had super concentrated acid rain, but the report had stated it was a rare event. How shitty was his luck?

“Maybe the guys we're looking for got caught in it and are out melting there now.” Bo peered out the window. “Nope... don't see any melting corpses.”

Alistair shook his head as he kept trying to get his omni-tool to connect. “We probably would've heard them screaming first. Acid isn't a pretty way to go.”

“Eh, don't ruin my daydream with facts.” She waved her gloved hand in his general direction. “Whatever, here's hoping they pick up our signal soon. I don't know how strong this roof is, but I'm pretty sure our armor can't hold out long.”

Actually, it could hold out five minutes... though the joints were the weakest part of that. Not that he had tested it or anything...

In the end, he gave up on his omni-tool. With any luck, it would clear up when the storm did. So until then, they were both effectively grounded in the small building they had sprinted towards when the skies had opened up. At least it wasn't anywhere animals could get to – this was the perfect opportunity to get eaten by a bear.

Given they had both survived a thresher maw, that would've been really embarrassing.

“So... since we're stuck here... what are you planning to do to Saren once we catch up with him?”

Alistair picked up his head. Bo was still leaning against the wall, glancing out the window in the hopes of spotting the storm clearing up. Outside there really wasn't much to see as the colorless rain fell. Rocks got pitted, the puddles were toxic, and anything organic caught outside that wasn't native was going to get a nasty surprise. Basically it was like regular rain, only more toxic.

So it was boring to watch.

He shrugged his shoulders as he took a seat on a somewhat run down chair that barely held his weight. “Turn him in, I guess? Though I doubt he's going to go quietly, especially since he's been working with the Reapers.”

Bo snorted at his assessment. “God, you're such a boy scout.”

“Oh, and what are you planning to do to him, headbutt him into a paste?” He chuckled. “Maybe that'd knock the implants out of him.”

He could almost picture Saren splatting against the wall like a cartoon character once Bo got a hold of him. If he really closed his eyes and focused, seeing his implants go flying was almost comical. At the same time... probably wasn't going to happen.

But it kept him busy.

“No, I'm going to rip his carapace off and beat him with it until he stops breathing.” She made the motion of cracking her knuckles, but the effect was impossible with gloves on. Maybe she realized that, because she frowned as she looked down at them. “It's the least that bastard deserves.”

Alistair nodded at this. “It's going to be hard to get his carapace off with the implants, though. You might tear it.”

“I'm not trying to pop him out in one piece, I just need a big enough chunk to beat him over the head with. That part on the back of the neck should do just fine.”

Apparently, she had been studying turian anatomy in her spare time. Good to know, maybe it would prove useful when they actually caught up to the rogue ex-Spectre and took him to task. Of course, that felt like light years away as they sat there, watching acid melt rocks and turn dirt into a biohazard.

At least the rocks were in cool shapes...

“So, speaking of turian anatomy... you got a plan on how you're getting into Vakarian's jumpsuit or what?”

Bo's sudden question rose above the hissing of the acid outside. Alistair's face immediately turned crimson, and he was glad for his helmet's visor hiding that. No doubt it showed on his body language, though – he was shit at hiding that.

“You know, I should really be focused on if the weather c-”

Bo snorted at his response. “So that's a no.”

…

Yeah.

Her brief bark of laughter rang out across the small room, which made his face burn even hotter. Even worse, he didn't have an omni-tool to dick around with to help process that. Right then, he was getting his XO at full power.

And he hated it.

“He's part of the crew, and we're barely ok with each other. I should respect that.”

The other Spectre in the room shrugged that off with one of her patented bored gazes. “He's not part of the Alliance, so if you're worried about fraternization you're good.”

Yes, but that wasn't the point. He was still pretty sure the turian hated him, and more importantly they were trying to nail another turian to the wall before he fucked the entire universe over. Whatever he had going on, it was secondary to that main goal of catching Saren before everything went to hell. After that, maybe, he could consider it.

But like... shit, how?

“We've got other stuff to worry about right now.” He tapped his omni-tool. “Damn it, come on. It's only a little acid rain, why are you so fussy?”

His XO rolled her eyes as she shifted her position. “You said that the last time and then our entire unit got eaten by a thresher maw. If that's not an indication you should jump on a situation, I don't know what is.”

Proof the universe hated them? Alistair didn't know, and he didn't care to question it as he sat there, praying his omni-tool would finally connect so he could call the Normandy. Anything would be better than this, possibly even getting hit by acid rain.

Yeah... that was how much he hated discussing his love life or the lack thereof. Maybe that was why he was single.

“Proof that I shouldn't even consider this until I'm out of the military.” He shrugged. “Besides, I could ask the same thing to you. How are things going with Tali?”

Not that he hadn't seen plenty of awkward moments between the two before this moment. After all, he hung out in engineering plenty when he had nothing better to do. Maybe that made him a massive nerd, but it also made him the perfect audience for watching human and quarian interactions play out in a military ship.

So... yeah he enjoyed it a little bit. Just a little.

Bo's posture shifted a little. “Fine.”

“Why does it sound like you're at the same impasse I'm at?”

She shot him a blank look. “Your problem is a combo of generalized anxiety disorder and a possible curse by the universe on anyone you have a crush on. My problem is that I'm scared I'm going to break her in half or breathe on her too hard and give her the flu.”

He was pretty sure that last one wasn't going to happen, quarian enviro-suits were well supported to keep nasty humans from giving them the flu. Once the visor went up, he didn't know. Quarian biology wasn't his specialty.

The former... well... he was going to think the best of her.

“You have good control, and she's pretty healthy.”

Bo groaned at that. “Yeah but I keep freaking out about it! I know she can handle it, she's tough and gorgeous and smart as hell but it's always in the back of my fucking mind that I'm going to get her killed!”

And this was why he kept trying to get her to go -

“I know what you're thinking and fuck off, if I didn't go to therapy after Akuze I'm not doing it for this.”

Apparently she was also a mind reader. He made a mental note of that as he checked his omni-tool one more time. It was still not working, but the static wasn't nearly as bad. It was probably due to the rain – there was a little less hissing. Maybe it was passing over.

Excellent, they could get out before they delved too deeply into each other's pathetic excuse for a romance resume.

He shrugged off her attitude regardless, though. “You already know my recommendation there, I'm not going to say it. But I think she knows what she can handle.”

“I know...” another groan. “Is this how you feel all the fucking time?”

Alistair checked his omni-tool again. “Worried about things with logical answers? Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well it fucking sucks and I want off the ride.”

That made two of them, which was why he took medication for it. It didn't always work because Saren had replaced quite a few things as his top anxiety producers over the last couple weeks, but it helped. It wouldn't help her, though – he didn't even want to think of the dosage she would need at her size.

Did pills even go that high? Maybe he'd ask the doctor about that the next time he saw them if he got out of this alive. Talk about motivation.

After that little outburst, they were quiet. The rain was definitely starting to slow, though. Even better, the sky was beginning to clear up as the sudden storm began to pass the area. It wasn't completely safe yet, but they were getting there.

“Is that thing working yet or what?”

Someone was testy. Alistair gave her a shrug as he tapped it one more time. Much to his relief, this time the static cleared. He could hear something on the other end beeping softly. A connection had been established.

“Yo is anyone out there? Matt, Waters? You two better not have fucking died out there, I swear-”

Nope. That wasn't Joker.

Bo's eyebrow lifted as she looked over at her CO. “I feel like a little stress relief, how about you?”

“I mean, we did come here for a mission.” Alistair was already working to locate the source of the call. It was probably nothing, but at least it would keep them busy until the Normandy could dock safely to pick them up. Maybe they could finish this mission after all.

At the very least, running around would clear both their nerves a little. He was feeling more than a little twitchy, and no doubt his XO felt the same. Maybe a little head smacking would help them settle down for the ride back.

If not... well, they'd work that out before she got back to Tali. It wouldn't do to accidentally break her in half or anything.

#n7month #ramblinganthropologist's writing #Alistair Shepard #Bo Peep Shepard

[bigfan-fanfic]

Coulrophobia (Joker!Reader x Batman Headcanon)

Requested by Anonymous for a Batdad!Reader who fell into the chemical bath in an accident during a Two Face robbery where the reader was taken hostage. Batman takes them to the cave to heal them and instead of becoming a criminal he joins with Batman to fight crime using the same humor and arsenal that the Joker does.

Wow, it is hard to find a positive GIF having to do with clowns. Lots of Pennywise - I’ll probably have nightmares for weeks!

I did it a little differently than maybe you were looking for - I hope you like it anyway, anon! 

Just letting you all know - this is a long one!

It wasn’t a planned thing

What crazy person would’ve planned this?

Two-Face holding you hostage, having taken you all the way to some derelict Ace Chemicals disposal facility.

There’s a gun against your head, about a thousand of his goons between you and the door, and you are absolutely terrified.

You’re just a bank teller who tries stand-up on the weekends. All you want is to go home.

But Two-Face only laughs.

“Tell you what: we’ll flip a coin.”

He shows the corroded side of his double-headed coin. “Acid, we kill ya.”

Then the untarnished side. “Pure, we let ya live ‘til the Bat comes.”

And he flips it.

And a batarang zips out of nowhere, hitting him in the face.

Two-Face reels back and lashes out, shoving you right off the catwalk.

There’s no way for the Bat to reach you in time, and you fall right into a vat of chemicals that aren’t likely to have health benefits.

Bruce feels responsible, and can’t bear to leave you to the hospitals. He brings you to the Batcave, where it’s possible Alfred can synthesize an antidote to whatever chemical poisons you may have ingested.

“I’m afraid it’s too late, sir. He will not die, but whatever symptoms he may have will likely be permanent.”

Bruce is there when you wake up.

“I’m so, so, sorry...” he tells you.

“Sorry for what? I feel fine.” You say. And then you find a mirror.

Your hair and skin has been bleached of all color.

Your lips stand out because they seem extra full of blood.

“Oh my God, I’m a clown!”

Bruce looks at you with sorrow, and you can’t help but laugh.

He looks shocked, and a little bit fearful.

“I don’t blame you.” you tell him, still giggling. “I blame that wackjob coin-nut.”

You blush. “Wow, you’re very pretty under the mask.”

He can’t bring himself to refuse you.

You stay in the Batcave, everyone outside assuming that you died horribly, your body dissolved by chemicals.

Alfred doesn’t know quite what to make of you. It’s clear that the chemicals fried your brain a little bit, but around Bruce you seem to be almost normal.

You like the old butler, and you constantly send a barrage of puns his way to cheer him up.

You’re super clingy towards Bruce, and since you no longer have the concept of personal space, you hug him a lot.

At first, Bruce allows this because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. He’s not quite sure when he started to enjoy it.

You’ve always liked clowns, they way they bring joy to others no matter how they themselves feel. And they’ve gotten a bad rap from horror movie lately. And suddenly you are struck by an idea.

“Brucie?” you ask one evening after he’s returned from patrol. You’re hanging on his back like a koala, enjoying the feel of his back muscles on your face.

“Hmm, Y/N?” Bruce asks complacently. He’s testing some chemical something-or-other. He no longer bats an eye (no pun intended) at your antics.

“Whaddaya think about joining up?”

“What do you mean?”

You launch into some ridiculous faux-karate moves. “I mean, - HYA - me joining you to fight -HAchaCHa - crime! As partners!”

He laughs. “Do you think you can handle that?

You’re the only one who can make the Bat laugh. It’s quite a thrill the first time he laughs at your jokes. You’re almost obsessed with getting him to laugh.

But he allows you to brainstorm gadgets and gizmos and tactics. It’s a nice exercise.

And finally, you’re ready. And Batman goes on patrol with a new ally: the Joker.

You’re dressed in a pinstriped purple-and-black suit with a bright yellow flower in the lapel. Along, of course, with a domino mask provided by Bruce. And your unpredictability in combat gives you the drop on many foes.

The seltzer you spray from you flower is laced with a chemical that causes a mild allergic reaction in most people, giving them severe itchy rashes that distract and can even incapacitate.

Instead of batarangs, you carry metal-tipped playing cards.

You have smoke bombs, but unlike Bruce’s, yours have confetti.

And of course, your main weapons are your joy buzzers, which Bruce has upgraded to give shocks like Tasers. 

You and the Bat work surprisingly well together, often using you as a flamboyant distraction for the henchmen while Bruce sneaks in to get the boss.

And plus, the two of you fit the same “fear” motif. Because what’s just as scary as a hulking bat-like figure that shows up from the shadows and attacks? A scary clown that walks up to you with no regard for his own safety and shocks you so much that you can’t move or control your bodily functions.

While the Bat deters criminals through fear, you do it through humiliation.

A crime boss doesn’t look so tough when you cut his belt and show off his heart-patterned boxers. And everyone looks silly when Tased.

So the Bat and the Joker have defended Gotham for a while.

You don’t even mind not getting to go outside during the day. Bruce has allowed you the run of Wayne Manor.

And one day, Bruce brings home a sad little boy who lost his parents.

He’s a little scared of you when he first meets you. 

You sit across from him. He keeps sneaking looks at you. You slowly move your hands to your face and pretend to “pull” your face into a funny one. Dick starts to giggle. He can’t help it.

Bruce sees how good you are with Dick and something in his heart feels...something for you.

When Dick becomes Robin, he feels more free to use his circus moves around you. 

Such as swinging you across a field of combat like the trapeze and throwing you so that you pratfall across a group of goons.

You are protective of Robin, and that just makes Bruce’s feelings grow.

And one day, he comes to you in the Batcave, where you are sending Dick into paroxysms of laughter by giving him a private comedy show. You haven’t had an audience in so long, it seems.

And Bruce asks to speak to you.

When you are alone, he’s not sure what he wants to say, so he just holds out his arms.

He’s never initiated contact before. You launch into his arms, and enjoy him holding you, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Y/N... I wanted to tell you...”

You giggle a little bit at how nervous he seems. “What’s that, Brucie?”

“You make me... you make me laugh. You make me happy in a way I haven’t been since my parents died. And, if you’re willing... I’d like to try and make you happy, too.”

You move back in exaggerated shock. “There must be something wrong with my hearing.” You pretend to reach inside your ear and produce a handful of flowers, as if they came from inside your ear. You offer them to Bruce. “Now, tell me again what’cha mean.”

He takes the flowers and sniffs them, pretending to recoil since they’re from your ear. “I mean, Y/N, I think I’m falling for you.”

You shake your head and turn before mock-fainting right into his arms. “I think I’m the one falling.”

And he leans down and kisses you.

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