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#he’s so violent. honestly good for him
mamawasatesttube · 5 months
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the thing about generally-accepted broad fanon batfam dynamics is that even if you disregard the complete stripping of all nuance in order to make a perfectly nuclear family with no lasting or significant conflict etc etc, half of it is all just built on vaguely (or explicitly) racist stereotypes anyway, like .......... ah yes the little half arab boy is a violent feral gremlin who can't fit in with refined polite society. the half east asian girl is the golden child who never speaks and is good at everything and has no flaws because she's the favorite who holds the family together. the romani one is a slut. LIKE. okay...!
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carlyraejepsans · 2 years
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Is it really that far fetched to think pre-reset hell Sans believed in Santa and wrote letters to him? He could've written that thank you letter and never sent it after he realized the concept of resets being a thing. Why did you vent about Sans portrayals but don't accept the chance he believes in something silly and childish?
...dude. If you want to interpret it like that, that's on you. It's not what the game's implying though. Like one thing's headcanoning for the sake of headcanoning, one thing's trying to see what the text is actually trying to tell you.
The story establishes that Papyrus believes in Santa. He gets gifts from him even now. He also makes a comment about Santa that you're deliberately meant to misinterpret as him talking about his brother at first, before correcting you. On the other hand, nothing in the main storyline mentions Sans doing the same, while we have multiple evidence of him doing stuff with/for his brother (and vice versa, though in other contexts). And when we enter his room, what do we find? A thank you letter addressed to Santa. It's MEANT to be recognized as Papyrus'. It's been set up since the start, it's Chekhov's toy gun.
If it WERE meant to be Sans' letter before things went wrong in his life, either 1) we would've had more build up for it beforehand, like Papyrus, 2) there would've been more context in the flavor text to indicate it. Maybe a note on the calligraphy, maybe the lack of capitalization.
This doesn't negate that Sans IS childish in his own ways. Tell me one person in your life above the age of 6 who is unironically obsessed with fart jokes. But "childish" isn't just one big homogeneous category you can slap here and there without difference, it's got nuance. Sans' childish is more "deliberately gross, kinda troll-ish, meant to embarrass YOU and make you the butt of the (very immature) joke by association" (ie: the whoopee cushions, the stupid secret passwords, the ketchup prank, the dirty socks everywhere) while Papyrus' childish is much more "those joys and wonders from childhood you get peer pressured out of enjoying when you get older" except he still enjoys them for himself, and he does so wholeheartedly (es: still believing in santa, his entire room looking like a 10yo's fantasy, bedtime stories) etc etc.
So no. Sans doesn't feel like the type of character who still believes in Santa Claus. And I don't like your tone at the end of this ask, it's unnecessarily confrontational. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, but if my take on the characters bother you, there's the door right there. You're more than welcome to find another blog more suited to your interests rather than be passive aggressive at me in my inbox.
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todayisafridaynight · 7 months
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it is real cute that when the ichigang meets arakawa Properly they all get super protective over ichi..
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papirouge · 1 year
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Simon -Ghost- Riley...
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"(...) Ghost’s real name is Simon Riley and he grew in Manchester, England and he grew up a really bad childhood. His brother was really mean to him and always would wear a skull mask at night to scare Simon. Simon’s father was really abusive towards Simon and often made him do really screwed up things. Apparently Ghost was a apprentice butcher at a grocery store but joined the military due to the 9/11 attacks. He eventually joined the SAS. However, when returning home a few years later, he found his brother and mother in really bad conditions. The brother took drugs and kept stealing from his mom to keep having the drugs. Simon didn’t return to the military until he had changed and helped his family get back on their feet. Simon got them back to good and his brother had a wife and kid. Now here’s the really messed up parts. Simon was tasked with taking down the Zaragoza Drug Cartel who was ran by Manuel Roba. He and his team were going to make a move on them until the team’s commanding officer, Vernon, betrayed and ratted out the team. Simon and his team were tortured in brainwashing facilities for months. Vernon couldn’t break Simon and ended up ordered to die by Roba. Simon was buried alive with Vernon and broke out with Vernon’s jawbone due to Vernon’s rotting corpse. Simon ended up crossing the border to Texas and got healed from injuries but suffered from temper-management issues which didn’t allow him to return back to active duty. He later met up with two of his former teammates, Sparks and Washington but he found out that they were both broken and brainwashed by Roba. He ended up trying to kill Sparks but Washington interfered. He returned to his home to find his mother and his brother and his family all dead. He killed Sparks and Washington and then went on his journey to find and kill Roba. He worked solo and killed Roba and his men and ended up being recruited by General Shepard to join Task Force 141."
— Youtube comment about Ghost origin story
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jamesisasimp · 1 year
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OMG SAM IM COMING BACK ONTO THIS HELLSITE BECAUSE YOU MUST SEE THIS RIGHT NOW AND I DONT CARE WHAT TIME IT IS IN YOUR CORNER OF THE WORLD
ROC I was about to leave for class but no, this is SO much more important - ATJ AS JAMES BOND?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? (AS A JAMES?!?!?! my future edits are screaming)
Suddenly I care about spy movies. Don't know where that came from, honestly, must just be a coincidence - but omg this totally would mean we're getting more Tangerine levels of British Sass and Walking With Hips and I'm screaming and kicking my feet about it
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causalitylinked · 1 year
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WHICH RAGE LANGUAGE ARE YOU?
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open the floodgates.
your frustration turns into tears quickly. the strength of your fury is so potent that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. you hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. you can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.
TAGGED BY: @ofliminalities​ ( thank you for the mention! <3333 perhaps one day, i’ll try to be more active. )
TAGGING: @heraid / @hembralfa / @spiritpyro ( hayate and rokuro! ) / @lastgenesis​ / @fractalle / @aaternum / @crimsontroupe ( equinox ) and whoever else would like to do this!
#monark spoilers#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• QUEUED — ⧼ because livi is a busy adult irl. ⧽ 』#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• DASH GAMES — ⧼ feel free to steal from me. ⧽ 』#┕━ ❛ ⚕. muse »» 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀〡i take my problems one step at a time. if i do something i’m gonna do it right.#┕━ ❛ ⚕. headcanons »» 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐔〡change your mind about me? i’m the kinda guy who knows how to pick a time and place.#┕━ ❛ ⚕. about »» 𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐔〡i’m a doctor with rugged good looks. what more could a lady ask for?#[ hm... i feel like this is the most accurate result out of all the rest ]#[ but at the same time I PERSONALLY DON'T SEE KAKERU AS A CRIER ]#[ in fact he's canonically more of an aggressive yeller when he's angry ]#[ to the point where he might violently shove you aside than shed tears ]#[ THEN AGAIN it's also very rare for kakeru to get mad ]#[ meaning if he does snap at you people tend to go 👁👄👁 ]#[ cause he's often just very goofy and chill ]#[ honestly he doesn't even get pissed when hayate is mean to him so that should tell you a lot about his personality ]#[ it is however true that people tend to underestimate him and consider him weak despite the fact he's a pact bearer ]#[ STILL that doesn't change the fact he has a powerful demon at his disposal ]#[ AND has time travel abilities to boot so he's not... easy to really beat in a boss fight ESPECIALLY if he dares to get serious for once ]#[ like yes he's a doctor BUT AT THE SAME TIME he can potentially hurt you should you lower your guard down around him ]#[ when i consider how yoru treated him in-game and look at this result though... i sweat ]#[ BECAUSE SHE PRETTY MUCH HAD NO REMORSE FOR SEVERELY INJURING HIM ]#[ AND WAS ALL SMILE-Y ABOUT IT /despite the fact she was responsible for making him inevitably bleed out and die/ ]#[ so the 'whoever pissed you off think it's funny' part honestly hurts ]
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cparti-mkiki · 2 years
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Truly the most baffling part of hotd so far is seeing so many people actively rooting for daemon as the audience’s new cool edgy badass pet character and all that. like man are we watching the same show
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“If Death be My Destiny!” Spectacular Spider-Man (Vol. 1/1976), #227.
Writer: Tom DeFalco; Penciler: Sal Buscema; Inker: Bill Sienkiewicz; Colorist: John Kalisz; Letterer: Clem Robins
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hanzajesthanza · 1 year
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i tend to focus on regis making angouleme a little less insane. but the underrated dynamic in my head is angouleme making regis a little more insane. this mentorship goes both ways.
#and not in an annoying him way. that's completely separate. and he doesn't get annoyed and aggravated in the same ways that others do#if regis is really upset or offended he will be cold and distant. he doesn't have violent outbursts of frustration. he just freezes#and it's impossible for angouleme to sincerely annoy him anyways because he just doesnt find her that annoying.#of course he'd never tell her that. but he isn't truly annoyed by her because her trying to annoy him is something like amusing to him#so it develops into this running in-joke they have i think. woe unto those who do not understand the complexities of this friendship#im really split between making a video for halloween or finally writing my saovine fic (or trying to do either of these things and failing)#but i kind of want to write my fic more because it's personal and deeper. it's more meaningful and unique#i want to explore this flipside of the dynamic because i think it would be interesting to showcase that regis can honestly be really silly#everyone forgets he is also a comic relief character in the comic relief group in the comic relief plot#sometimes being juvenile and impulsive is good or at the very least entertaining to watch#angouleme: 'just give into your violent impulses. its what i do and everyone turns out ok'#regis: 'those guys over there didnt turn out ok. those guys over there turned out dead'#and as godforsakenly cliche as it is angouleme reminds him of his youth but in a GOOD way.#by spending time with her he probably remembered the good parts of youth that he buried in memory very deeply#and can begin to forgive himself for some of his stupidity#f: i'm not your uncle dear child#in short to live a dream#the elbow-high diaries
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navree · 2 years
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literally just remembered polyxena and sorry tumblr girlies but if achilles is still your soft sensitive yaoi fave you are literally deranged this man doesn’t even let DEATH stop him from being the biggest asshole and rejecting the concept of women having autonomy and control over what happens to their bodies in a way that doesn’t satisfy him
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lord-squiggletits · 1 year
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When Megatron said he doesn't want to fight again because he's afraid of falling back into evil again, the part of me that loves him was like "awww oh no he's trying to be better :( " and the rest of me was like "oh so NOW you're unwilling to employ necessary violence in order to kill people, you annoying self obsessed motherfucker" (pretty much exactly what Ratchet said when he was like 'oh so it's all about you, what a surprise'. Based Ratchet). The great thing about Megatron is that I love him but I also get exactly why people would hate him (in universe or IRL) so I'm just like. Hell yeah baby you make me feel multiple things at once.
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paleontaxi · 1 year
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//also been thinking about the bitterness in jarod’s voice when he says, “she always liked bob.”
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Confession I'm currently thinking of aroace Billy. No reason I just think it'd be neat if the constantly sexualized character just. Was not actually into that.
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thesmokinpossum · 1 month
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No but seriously, I'm fully aware that beating the shit out of an abuser without their victim explicit consent is not going to help said victim in any way and I'm also aware that in the context of The Godfather it's also yet another example of a profundly patriarcal society/culture in which women are seen as extention of their family and where slights against them are therefore considered a slight against their male relatives but like…That scene were Sonny beat the absolute shit out of Connie's piece of trash husband is honestly one of my absolute favorite moment in cinema history, I'm cheering and clapping everytime like fuck yeah Sonny, bite this motherfucker!
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roseloon · 4 months
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JJK BOYS X VIRGIN! FEM READER
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a/n: thank you for 2.1k .. like literally there are no words. i’m speechless.
GOJO: the teaser
“you said you’d put it in already gojo .. you’re just teasing me,” you whine out, pussy clenching around nothing when your boyfriend rubs the meaty head of his cock through your folds. the friction is so good, so mind numbingly delicious it has you practically cumming before you’ve even been fucked.
“how do you know i’m teasing hm?” your boyfriend smugly protest, bright blue eyes loving the way you can barely keep your eyes open each time he slap! slaps! the head against your sloppy, wet folds.
he repeats these motions until you’re having a. dry orgasm .. body trembling violently as you cum, little creamy beads of slick dribbling down those pretty brown thighs, the sight is beautiful honestly.
“now, you’re ready.” he exclaims, gently pushing the tip through your wet lips. you and gojo both let out a moan when he’s able to get the tip and just a little more past the tight ring of muscles in your cunt.
the white haired man places his hands on either side of you as he flexes his hips, thrusting them up and pushing his cock deeper into your tight walls. you squeeze him, legs threatening to close around him as the stretch has you going mad.
“ohh my god ..” you breathe out, as gojo’s hips don’t stop. he pushes and pushes and pushes, inching that thick girth of his cock through your walls slowly. and it hurts, god does it hurt so fucking much.
“i thought you wanted me to stop teasing? thought you wanted me to put it in that tight cunt .. what changed hm?” he teasingly asks, absolutely reveling in the way you’re unable to answer him .. completely lost in the pleasure of finally getting that cunt fucked open for the first time.
“how’s it feel hm? tell me y/n.” he urges with a smirk, pulling his cock out with a groan. your pussy grips him, holding onto him tightly before he leaves your cunt empty, pussy hole gaping from loneliness. you’re left whining and mewling for him to put it back in, body instinctively missing being filled up so deliciously.
“gojo, put it back—nhgg!” he cuts you off with a hard thrust! filling out your cunt completely with one swift movement.
words die at your tongue from the impact of his hips hitting against yours. your tongue darts out as the pleasure begins to go to your brain, turning it into straight mush as your cunt practically gushes around the cock fucking in and out you.
GETO: the loving one
“g-geto i’m scared,” you admit, breathing in shakily as geto pulls his fingers out of your pussy. he’d been stretching you for 30 minutes straight, you’d just been so tight he had no choice. if he didn’t, there was no way he’d be able to fit his cock in you.
“lovey, you know i won’t let anything happen to you .. just relax f’me.” your boyfriend urges you, hand pressing on your stomach to lay you back onto the bed.
you breathe in harsh breaths of air, heart thumping in your chest as geto settles in between your legs at first. he kisses his way down your thighs until he reaches your needy cunt, lips placing a soft butterfly kiss to your clit.
you jump! letting out a frustrated moan when geto parts your legs. you wanted him to just be in you already, he promise that tonight would be the night.
“hey, don’t make that face .. you know i’ll take care of you. cmere.” he leans up, pressing a kiss on your lips. you let out a whimper as you taste your slick on your lips, the taste completely foreign to you.
“open your legs, darling.” he speaks, warm palms running up and down your outer thighs. your legs are shaky as you part them for your boyfriend, brown eyes threatening to flutter shut from embarrassment when geto pulls the waistband of his pants down.
his dick slaps up to his stomach, and suddenly you’re very very scared. you gulp, staring at it with wide eyes as geto maneuvers you into a comfortable position.
“nothing to be scared of lovey, i’ve got you..” his tone is soft and calming as he pulls your body to the edge of the bed. you feel all of your senses go into overdrive as you feel the tip of his cock pressing at your folds, geto presses a thumb at your clit as he pauses to let you accustom to the small stretch. he rubs the sensitive nub slowly, trying to get your focus on something else.
geto’s unsure and cautious as he moves his hips, slowly sheathing his cock into your walls. he manages to fit the tip in through your cunt before you’re squirming impatiently, trying to push your hips down onto him.
“hey, none of that. stay still, or i’ll stop.” he threatens you with a soft slap to your thigh before his hips pull back, hissing when you clench around his cock tightly in response to his threat.
“ohh,” you whimper, when your boyfriend’s hips snap up to yours. he fills you up completely with his girth, hands pressing your thighs down onto the bed beneath you as he begins to slowly move his hips in a rhythm.
CHOSO: the one who is also a virgin. (lol)
“am i doing this right? i don’t want it to hurt,” your boyfriend’s words are unsure as he watches you above him, eyes glazed over with pleasure from the previous blowjob you’d given him earlier.
“n-no, i’m okay.” you assure him, placing your legs on either sides of his, getting into a squatting stance. choso big hands guide onto his cock, waiting until you give him a nod to push you down onto his cock.
you go lower down a little too quickly, body snapping rigidly as choso cock fills you up to the brim. his dark eyes twitch from pleasure as he feels your cunt wrap around him, and it is a feeling like no other. his hips stutter involuntarily as he tries to get used to the feeling the wet tightness around his cock .. it almost has him going delirious.
“oh my—fuck..” your boyfriend harshly curses, hands holding the fat of your hips as he sees your face scrunch up in pain. he immediately feels bad, lips turning into a frown as he stop all his movements .. allowing you to get used to the feeling as well.
“how’s it feel? do you want me to stop?” he asks you, hand darting up from your hip to gently touch at your face. his touch is careful and comforting, making you close your eyes briefly before you open them again.
you finally give him a shake of your head .. pretty brown eyes fluttering as choso grinds his hips up against yours. the feeling of sex for the first time is exhilarating, for him and you. it has your heart racing and your body warming up as a foreign tension builds in your abdomen. it’s only now after the pain slightly subsides do you realize how deep he was.
it has choso’s brain actually melting, as he feels you slick his dick up. you’re so, so wet tonight .. he’s never felt this good in his life before. his heart thrums in his chest as he looks at your fucked out expression.
you looked like such a slut.
“it’s good .. s-so good.” you stutter put the response weakly when choso begins to lift you and up down, dragging your tight little cunt up and down his girth. the pain now subsiding completely as you can only focus on the way choso fucks you up and down on his cock.
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.
Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.
Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?
He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??
Danny adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt, making the conscious decision to ditch the tie. He’s a tall 6ft 4 now, taking after his Dad. His head smarted all of the time, hitting doorframes when he was being a bit clumsier than the normal ghost-like grace he had learned to channel as The Phantom.
The Phantom instead of just Phantom. Why? Because Phantom was the name of a teenage vigilante in another dimension. The Phantom, on the other hand, is an intimidatingly tall, deceptively kind, extremely dangerous kingpin.
Honestly? Danny didn’t even want this life. Like, he had no idea it would snowball like this??
He supposed that it all started when the Penguin was trying to snatch kids off of his block on Crime Alley. Not officially his block, of course, because Danny didn’t actually enter this city to be a crime-shadow thing. But he hadn’t lost enough of Phantom the Vigilante to ignore kids getting hurt. He still hasn’t, if he’s being honest. He flew into a frantic search, tracking down the missing kids to Penguin’s bar. The Iceberg Lounge. Apparently, he wanted the kids to do some menial tasks and what not. Danny, rage flickering through his core, intangibly went in and robbed Penguin of every coin and secret the man kept.
Then? Danny blackmailed the Penguin to guarantee his kids a measure of safety from the Rogue. That began the slippery slope into whatever it is he does now. Penguin was being kept in line by Danny’s threats, the grip he had on the Rogue’s weak points, and a wonderful bit of intimidation.
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“What, you stinking phantom? I’m stickin’ to yer rules!” Penguin snarled, forced to his knees by invisible blob ghosts.
Danny, salty and pissy from the lack of sleep he’d experienced trying to keep Penguin’s men in line as a result of Penguin trying to test where Danny’s lines were, dropped the temperature to the point where Penguin started shivering. Considering the place was already cold- the Iceberg lounge lived up to its name- it meant that Danny was standing nonchalantly in a room that was negative twenty five degree Celsius in a sweatshirt, Danny was already making good on his natural intimidation factor.
“It’s The Phantom to you, Oswald.” Danny said, in the tone of someone saying “it’s the shit, to you.”
Danny narrowed his blue eyes, letting a tiny tint of ectoplasm make his eyes glow a bit in the suddenly icing over room.
“Your people have been getting on my nerves, Oswald. Roughing up kids is so… uncultured. Are you sure you’re a Cobblepot?”
Penguin snarled, the effect of which was rendered ineffective due to his increasingly violent shivers. Plus, Danny loomed over him without even trying.
Danny, annoyed and asking himself “What Would Dan Do To Intimidate This Guy?”, gripped Penguin’s shoulder and hauled him up one handed. He dragged the mob boss over to one of the booths, avoiding the bodies he’d dropped (non-lethally) when Danny first walked in to ruin Penguin’s night. He shoved Penguin in chair he iced over, because Danny’s petty and if he saw one more bruise on his kids at Penguin’s hands, Danny was gonna go full Dan the Murderer.
He at least allowed to room to warm up before laying into Penguin, though. He stayed standing. Hey, he had the height advantage to use. He could have kept Penguin kneeling, but it was probably god the best that the mob boss got some sense of pride back.
(Danny had no idea that sitting as someone loomed over you to lecture and threaten you was even worse than kneeling. At least with kneeling, you knew where you stood. But sitting? It leaves you horribly off kilter.)
“I told you to keep your people in line. Kids are off limits, Oswald.”
“I kept them in line!”
Never let it be said that Oswald Cobblepot had a normal functioning sense of self preservation.
“Really?” Danny jabbed his pointer finger lightly on top of Penguin’s trachea and allowed his fingernails to sharpen into Phantom’s sharper digits. Penguin tried to lean away. “Then why did they start a gun fight when there were kids visible on the street? Why did I see one of my kids get hit by one of your poor excuses of a bouncer?”
“I-”
“Don’t care much for your excuses, if I’m being honest. I let you mess around with the little projects you have, without even breathing a whisper of your secrets. Sionis would love to know how you double crossed him the last deal, yeah?”
“I- I’ll keep them in line!” Penguin stuttered.
“Well, I believe in second chances,” Danny bullshitted. Ancients, how was this even working? “So I suggest you make an example of the guy that smacked Hailey around before I make an example out of you, Oswald.”
“Fine! Fine!”
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And with that, he got access to Penguin’s resources and men and more importantly, the corrupt police officers. He made Penguin “boot out” the pedophilic ones (in a very violent way) and kept the rest.
Then? Mr. Freeze froze over the god damn pipes and Danny had to intimidate and make a deal with the Rogue so he and his increasing roster of orphans had access to warm water.
In exchange for Danny’s restorative and, more importantly, unmelting ice, Mr. Freeze was now Danny’s… on-call enforcer?? When he’s not researching cures for his frozen in a pod wife, that is.
Danny was satisfied with that. He was! But then Black Mask happened, with the man trying to engage in a battle of wits with Danny over the control of Crime Alley which, at that point, was firmly Danny’s territory.
The thing is, Danny doesn’t play nice anymore. Why bother with pointless mind games when he could just…
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“So, you’re The Phantom.”
“And you’re Sionis.”
Black Mask twitched at the name, gloved hands pulling out his guns. Danny sat on the counter, head touching mid cabinet, and sipped out of Sionis’ favorite mug.
Because Danny broke into Black Mask’s safe house and stole his quality coffee. The man’s eyes were wary.
“How did you get in here?”
Danny shrugged. “Walked.”
Danny held the coffee out of the way as Sionis unloaded a clip into his chest and lunged forward to slap a mask onto Danny’s face. After waiting a bit, as Black Mask’s smug triumph bled into shock, Danny laughed and, using a bit of his natural strength, tossed the guy off of him. He casually took the mask off of his face.
“Jeez, I’m trying to be nice, here.”
“So, you’re a Meta.”
Danny grinned. “Eh. And you’re a cult leader with a mask fetish.”
Danny tuned out the rant about the “true face of Gotham” or whatever, already bored, and sipped at Sionis’ coffee. The ass might be a psycho, but his coffee tastes were wonderful. Danny stood up, rinsed his mug, and turned back to Black Mask.
“You’re trafficking people. Kids.” He said, cutting through Sionis’ chatter. He was sly about it too, committing violence and torture in a way that would ensure obedience and fear. Danny probably would have never caught on, Black Mask’s schemes being so ingeniously created and executed, had he not kept a hawk’s eyes on the more vulnerable members of Crime Alley’s community. And the rest of Gotham’s vulnerable communities, of course.
“My, a wonderfully obvious conclusion. Now, Phantom, I have a proposition for you.”
Sionis seemed to have gotten his bearings back. Danny tilted his head at him, looking down.
“You can work for me,” Sionis said, before opening a laptop with video feed to one of his masked men or whatever holding a knife to one of Danny’s more fearless kids. Danny snarled.
“Or, refuse, and your kid will lose a finger for every instance of your defiance.”
“I told you not to touch the kids, Sionis. I don’t allow trafficking either.”
Black Mask chuckled. “Cut off a finger, Sadness.”
“Yes, bos- ARGHHHH!”
Danny watched as Mr. Freeze froze the goon’s arms before breaking them.
“I’ve got her, Phantom.”
Danny nodded at Freeze, keeping an eye on Sionis in case the fool bolts.
“So, what are your cards now, Sionis? You’ve sure pissed me off with nothing to show for it.”
And that was the last night anyone heard from the one that was supposed to be the King of Crime.
But Gotham knew the head mounted on a pike at one of Black Mask’s hastily abandoned bases was a warning, that The Phantom was watching.
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Then he somehow got a gaggle of more orphans that were undead zombie “Talons?”
From there, he just obtained influence over the crime bosses of Gotham. Because his Talons kept bringing him heads and blackmail and his crime alley kids and Gotham orphans kept bringing him information for food and safety?
But like, Danny never wanted anything in exchange for the safety he provided. His core could give less of a shit whether he got anything in return. But he couldn’t convince his kids of that! They’re putting themselves in danger and ugh-!
Danny checked himself once more in the mirror. Ready, he stepped out into the night to wait for the Bats at his new favorite VIP spots.
On the way, he passed Ivy and Harley, who he waved to. Pamela worked under him because he controlled Gotham’s criminal underground (which also mean the official parts of the city considering the sheer amount of corruption) and influenced them into more plant friendly methods. His dominion over Undergrowth also helped immensely.
Harley? They’re friends. He beat up and crippled her abusive ex. She gave him therapy and stopped torturing people for fun.
Danny stepped into the back door of the Iceberg Lounge. No one stopped him. No one dared to.
He settled onto a velvet couch, nodding respectfully at the server that had immediately and nervously set down his mai tai. He glanced around for cameras and wire taps, before giving up and upping his ectoplasmic output to short any recording devices out.
He sipped his drink as he waited.
“Batman.”
“Phantom.”
“Oh, good. You didn’t bring Robin,” Danny said, watching Batman tense. “Kids shouldn’t be in places like these.”
Batman stayed silent.
“Come on, sit.” Danny gestured to the couch across from him.
“This isn’t a social call. I’ll stop whatever you’re scheming-” Batman growled.
“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Is this where Nightwing gets it from?”
Batman snarled.
“Sit, sit.” Danny rolled his eyes.
Batman stayed stubbornly looming. Danny sighed, allowing his voice to slip into velvet danger.
“I told you to sit, Bruce Wayne.”
“You-”
“I won’t repeat myself again, Bruce. You’re testing my patience.”
Bruce sat, wary and hyper vigilant. Danny sighed, settling back in his chair.
“You’ve heard of Red Hood, yes? Don’t answer that, it was hypothetical. I know you’ve heard of him.” Danny waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t really care why he’s setting up shop in my Alley, but he’s upsetting the other crime lords. They’re asking me to interfere.”
“I don’t work for you.”
“No,” Danny acknowledged with a nod. “But I could make you, if you push it. Politeness would serve you much better right now, Bruce, seeing as I am doing you a… favor. And since I’m not shouting to the world who you are under the cowl.”
Danny gave Batman a pointed, patented, mom glare.
“… Apologies.”
“Now, you might be wondering what that favor is.” Danny watched Batman’s cowled face carefully. “I thought you should know that the Red Hood is your “Jason Todd.’”
Batman was still. And then Batman leapt at him, snarling, “How dare you-!”
Danny caught the vigilante by the throat and squeezed.
Batman’s flurry of punches- which, mildly ow, those gauntlets kind of hurt- quickly changed to clawing and maneuvers to get out of the choke hold. Danny held steady, cutting off the vigilante’s air supply until he began to go limp. He’s not Superman. Danny will bruise and kill, if he had to.
“Are you going to listen to me now?” Danny asked mildly, emulating both Black Mask’s drawl and Dan’s effortless psychosis.
Batman gave a weak nod. Danny plopped him unceremoniously back onto his couch. He sipped on his drink once more as he waited for Batman to cough some sweet air back into his lungs.
“I’m telling you to get your little birds in line before I have to go hunting, yeah? Keep your kids out of danger, Bruce, and I won’t have to step in.”
“He- how do you know..?” The growl isn’t there anymore, and Danny felt a smug sense of vindication of having smothered it out of the guy. Woah, no, that thought was too Dan and too little Danny. Danny handed him a cup of water, which Batman didn’t drink.
Danny rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Drink. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. And as for how I know…”
Danny held up a beat up copy of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, filled with Jason’s writing. He tossed it to Batman, who caught it with blank eyes.
“Water,” Danny reminded him firmly, feeling like a mother hen. Batman gulped down his water, eyes flicking between the pages of Jason’s annotated book. Ancients, Danny couldn’t believe he annotated his book. A crime lord, like that? Well, it’s not like Danny could say anything.
Batman looked up at him, a silent demand- no, plea, because he’s not in a position to make demands- for an answer.
“Broke into his safe house. You should contact your fling, Talia. Seems like she dunked him into these “Lazarus pits” and told him you replaced him with the current Robin.”
Danny could see Batman’s emotional gears hard at work and honestly, he doesn’t have time for that.
“Now, we’re done here. You owe me one for the information. I’ll collect later.” Danny grabbed the Dark Knight, who stayed oddly unresisting (shock, maybe?) , and hauled him up.
“Tell Tim Drake to eat more. He looks too skinny.” With that, Danny dragged the Dark Knight to the window and punted him out. His kids were waiting on hot chocolate night and Danny had to go shopping for quality ingredients.
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“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME THE BIGGEST CRIME LORD OF YOUR CITY WAS THE FUCKING HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?!”
“Hn.”
“BLOODY HELL, DON’T YOU GRUNT AT ME, YOU BROODY BASTARD!”
Constantine let out a scream. Shite, the king who held his soul contract was a crime lord. Great.
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The reason intelligence and convoluted schemes and genius doesn’t work against Danny is because he’s got weird standards of what he’ll tolerate and the fact is that his normal dumbassery and mother hen tendencies cancels out and coherent thoughts or plans he might have had.
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