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ms-rampage · 1 year

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Patrolling Partners

I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a little over 3 months, but c’mon the idea/image of Lloyd, or Six killing Clickers, or any of TLOU2 infected/enemies is an amazing crossover! This is a “The Gray Man” and “The Last of Us Part 2” crossover. Well, it takes place in TLOU universe.

Authors note: If you've never played The Last of Us, I’m so sorry. Cuz there are a few references.

Characters: Y/n Y/L/N (female reader). Lloyd Hansen. Court Gentry. Fitzroy. Claire. Dani Miranda. Suzanne Brewer (mentioned).

Warnings: Language, Lloyd being an asshole to Y/n

Word count: 2.6k

Non-canon shit because… zombie shit. They gotta work together to survive despite most of them wanting to kill one another. Y/n = Your name. Y/L/N = Your last name

After leaving Europe, and landing in the U.S after a long painful flight. Fitzroy decides that clearing out an old Fireflies outpost in Boston would be the best place to hide out because of all the infected that roam the area. A heavily fenced and secured, what was once a luxury hotel that was once overruned by infected, and stragglers.

Y/n Y/l/n being one of the few remaining Fireflies that haven’t been killed, or gotten infected by fungus. Cordyceps brain infection as its called, some doctor in Salt Lake City, Utah is searching for cure.

But what the others, except Fitzroy, didn’t know was that you were immune, you had gotten bitten when you were 13 after the Fireflies disbanded, and moved on towards Washington going by WLF, or Washington Liberation Front. You are now 24 and still showed no signs of infection. Leaving Europe months ago, you were on your own, then you found a boat that was surprisingly still working, and running. Sailed off to Europe, this was after you had gotten infected, and it was only a matter of time before the fungus did its thing, and turned into one of those brain dead zombies. 13 and working a boat, now ain’t that a bitch.

You landed somewhere in Spain fighting off Spanish infected, backpacked your way into France, then Switzerland, eventually you found yourself in Czechia, you met Fitzroy in Prague. You were camped out in an abandoned church living off of rabbits and purified river water. He took you in since you were just a kid, and he found out you were an ex-Firefly soldier. Your parents died when you were very young. Fast forward to 11 years later.

Having ex-CIA agents, pretty much trained killing machines living under the same roof, can lead to some pretty violent outcomes.

Y/n wakes up to the sound of Lloyd and Court arguing, even from 2 floors up you can hear them bicker like brothers.

It was after 6am, it was snowing outside, and you knew you had to go patrolling soon. It was cold, even though you had the fireplace lit in your room, but assuming the wind blew it out, a very drafty room you have. You put on your cotton slippers, and a thick sweater, you still shiver with it being 28 degrees no matter how many layers of clothing you have.

You walk down the hall of the abandoned Fireflies outpost, you walk past Claire’s room.

“Y/n?,” she says, laying in her bed. You take a few steps back and a few into her room, standing at the edge of her bed.

“Yeah?.” you respond, crossing your arms to keep yourself warm.

“Did Lloyd and Court wake you up too?.” she asks, looking cold and exhausted from traveling overseas in an apocalyptic world. Even having a thick velvet blanket wrapped around her, and several lit candles in her room.

You sigh, nodding your head, “Yeah they did. I’m about to go tell them it's too early for arguing.”

“Are you going on patrol today?.” she asks before you leave her room.

“Unfortunately, your uncle wants me to keep an eye out for any stragglers.” you tell her, “He wants me and Court to go.”

“Which horse are you taking?.” she asks, sitting completely up in her bed.

“I’m not sure, I’m sure Court would want to go by foot, but the weather isn't good for on foot patrolling, at least with the horses, they'll be alert when danger is near. I’ll probably take LaRae, my Thoroughbred.”

You take a few steps back out of the room, “Okay, I’ll let you sleep in, I’m gonna tell Lloyd and Court to shut up.”

With that being said, you head downstairs, hearing the bickering brothers of Lloyd and Court, even though they’re not brothers, or related in any way that you know of.

“You know we can’t stay for long.” Lloyd tells the others, “I’m sure we had people following us.”

“No one followed us Lloyd.” Fitzroy tells him, trying to be reassuring, but to no avail, “Y/n and you are going patrolling.” You hear this by the time you get to the bottom of the stairs.

“Y/n? I’d rather get eaten by a fucking Clicker then patrol with her.” he tells him.

“She’s a good kid Lloyd.” Court tells him, “She’s an ex-Firefly.”

“Blah blah blah, I don’t give a shit if she's an ex-agency. I ain’t riding any of those smelly ass horses either.” he continues to belittle you.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it Lloyd you don’t like me, and I don’t give a shit if you think of me as a little ex-Firefly who’s inferior to you. Also thanks for waking me and Claire up with your arguing.” you tell him as you walk into the room, “I thought I was patrolling with Gentry? Why am I finding out now that I’m going with Lloyd?.”

“I need Court here. So you and Lloyd are patrolling.” he tells you, “Him and Dani are gonna find some resources for us.”

“So where are we patrolling?.” you ask him, still trying to warm yourself up.

He shows you on a map he has on a table nearby, “This route here, you’ll go up this road going north it’ll take you a mile around the surrounding area, and back to here, there are a building on this route that I want you two to check out look for supplies that can be useful. You’ll most likely run into a few of our people going in the opposite direction.”

After he gives you orders, you go upstairs to get changed for the patrol, getting into warmer clothes.

You’ve known Lloyd for years, but he was still untrusting to you, but you didn’t really care, you used to have a crush on him, then that's when he started to belittle you, and treated you like shit. Court was always sweet towards you, him and Lloyd didn’t get along at all. They argued like a married couple, even though there are bigger problems in the world.

You were sure they've tried to kill one another, but Fitzroy was very strict, and made sure there were others around that could calm them down if they were in the same room together, primarily you, Dani and sometimes Suzanne.

You treated Claire like a little sister, you were protective of her. She reminded you of you when you were 12/13 years old, in some ways, you were tough as a kid being raised by a revolutionary militia.

You go downstairs, and run into Dani in the main hall. “Y/n.” she says, setting down her cup of coffee.

“Dani.” you respond, you two got on from a rocky start, but your friendship eventually grew, “Do you need anything?.”

“Don’t let Lloyd get to you, he’s an asshole.” she says, “I know he doesn’t trust you, despite how long you’ve been by Fitzroy’s side.”

You let out a soft scoff, “I don’t need Lloyd’s approval. He has to deal with me on our patrol, and in general.” you tell her, “You, Court and Fitzroy have been nothing but accepting to me, even though it's been, what? 11 years?.”

She lets out a side smile, “When you’re out you think you can look for some more medical supplies? Anything will be fine.”

“Yeah sure, I’ll keep an eye out.” you tell her before leaving outside to the snow covered courtyard.

The team had made the hotel a safe haven, killing any infected or trespassers on sight.

There was an area where the horses were kept, and opposite where the vehicles were. Not sure why Lloyd wanted to patrol by vehicle when all the vegetation had overgrown the entire surrounding of the hotel, the roads destroyed over the years, and cars, trucks piling all over the place. A literal apocalypse, and he's worried about smelling like horse ass.

You go over to the stables, and Lloyd is immediately on your trail.

“Nope, no. Not happening.” he tells you, “I ain’t riding no damn horse.”

You can’t help but laugh at this 40 year old man, and his disgust for animals, “You seriously want to drive a truck? Attract attention from infected, and possibly other enemies?. Not to mention the weather conditions we are currently living in.”

He just stares at you, he knew better than to attract attention from infected and enemies. The weather isn’t exactly vehicle worthy, 3 feet of snow. “You can drive your precious vehicle, but I’m going by steed.” you mount your champagne Thoroughbred mare.

“If you change your mind then maybe we can work on our friendship!.” you say sarcastically, as you ride towards the front gate.

When you get to the gate, as the guards open it to let you out, “Hold on!.” you hear Lloyd’s voice, you look back, and see him mounted on a black Thoroughbred stallion that you knew goes by the name Blackjack.

“Glad to see you changed your mind.” you tell him. Giving him a smirk.

“Shut up.” he tells you as he rides off, following the route Fitzroy had given you. You two ride in silence, the only sounds are the hooves of the horses walking through the snow.

You wanted to say something, but that would probably lead to you two arguing, but you didn’t want to be in silence.

“So why were you and Court arguing?.” you ask him, looking over at him. He always has a serious face on.

“You heard that, huh?.” he responds.

“Yeah, you woke up Claire and I.” you tell him, “I was gonna tell you guys to shut up.”

“You would tell your boyfriend to shut up?.” he throws back at you.

You scoff at his comment, “Boyfriend? You? I’d rather get eaten by a fucking Clicker than call you my boyfriend.”

You throw his Clicker comment back at him from earlier. He rolls his eyes, “You are too young for me sweetheart. I meant Gentry, I’ve seen how he looks at you. All lovey dovey, and shit.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “Court is my friend. He’s actually nice to me unlike you.”

You really wished Court went with you on this patrol.

“I think he has more than just friendship on his mind Y/n.” Lloyd continues.

You change the subject, “I have a question for you Lloyd. Why do you hate me? I’ve been working with Fitzroy since I was 13 years old, he took me in when I left the U.S and sailed to Europe on my own after the Fireflies-.”

He cuts you off, “After the Fireflies disbanded, and they moved to Washington, I’ve heard that damn story before.”

“So why the hate Lloyd? I’ve been loyal to this crew for 11 years, I’ve killed infected, and trespassers. I’ve proven my worth and loyalty to him.”

He stays silent for a few minutes until you two get to the building on your route down the snowy path, the wind is starting to pick up. “Check inside for supplies.” he says before unmounting.

“Alright.” you respond, unmounting. You approach the abandoned building with graffiti on its walls, and boarded up windows. It looks like it was a sporting goods store because of the posters outside on the walls outside.

You push on the front door, it's stuck, probably locked on the inside, or something blocking it.

“Door is jammed.” you tell Lloyd. You step to the side to let him try to open it even though the outcome will be the same thing for him.

“Well shit.” he mutters, “Look around for another entrance.”

You go to the side of the building, and see a window. “Lloyd, can you boost me up there.” you motion to the open window which is about 7 feet up.

He stands against the wall, and cups his hands together ready to push you up. “C’mon.”

You step back a few feet, jump up, placing your foot onto his hands. He boosts you up into the window. Crawling through, you drop down, gun in hand ready to shoot some infected that may or may not be hiding in the back of the abandoned store.

“Check what's blocking the door.” you hear Lloyd’s muffled voice from the outside.

“Hold on.” you tell him, scanning the store for any potential enemies. You check the front door, and see a metal office desk blocking the door.

You move it out of the way, the damn thing weighs a ton. You let out a groan as you move it.

“Don’t kill yourself.” Lloyd tells you, hearing you move the desk outta the way.

“Shut up!.” you groan as you move it out of the way completely, and unlock the door. Letting him inside the store.

He draws his weapon as the two of you look for supplies. You two didn’t find much, you found a few items that Dani had asked for earlier.

“Y/n!.” Lloyd calls for you in a loud whisper.

“What?.” you respond, not aware of what was happening.

He shushes you, and motions you towards him. You automatically assume, and draw your weapon. Looking through one of the gaps between the wooden panels on the window, you see 3 infected 20 feet from where you are at. Horses nowhere to be found, probably got spooked off.

“The wind is starting to pick up.” he tells you, finish the patrol and get back to the outpost.

He applies a suppressor on his pistol, you do the same. The quieter the better.

You both quietly exit the store, the blizzard is starting to make everything foggy, and it's a lot more difficult to see the zombies before you. A silent blizzard, you can hear the groaning, and grunts of them. Sounding like they’re taking a shit, or something.

You shoot one of them in the head, Lloyd being more experienced at shooting than you, he takes out the other two very easily.

You whistle for your horse, and they both immediately respond.

“Let’s go!.” he sounds taking off in a full gallop, before you’re able to even mount yours.

“Lloyd, slow down!.” you shout out, as the snow storm blinds you. Not being able to see the horse you're riding, but you know the trail very well. Guide her to move faster, but the blizzard is blind her as well.

You’re internally panicking, but pushing your horse isn’t a good thing either. You finish your patrol, and you see the lights of the hotel outpost.

“It’s Y/n! Open up!.” you shout at the guards, the gates open immediately, and you are met with Court and Dani.

“Y/n! Are you alright?.” Court asks you, worry and concern in his voice. You unmount your horse, and reassure him.

“I’m fine, got caught up in the storm, and Lloyd left me behind.” you tell him.

Look of anger on his face made you worry for Lloyd’s well being for ditching you, “Hey, I’m fine Court. Really, I am. We just got separated in the blizzard, it happens.”

You reassure him, and he calms down.

"Still he should've stayed with you. We should've gone on patrol together, and he stayed behind." he tells you.

"I'm fine." you tell him again.

"Run into any trouble?." he asks, placing his hand on your shoulder.

"A few infected, but we took care of them, like usual." you give him a smile, and he gives you one back

You start to think about what Lloyd told you earlier, about Court having more than just friendship on his mind in regards to you.

#the gray man #lloyd hansen #court gentry #the last of us part 2 #the gray man x the last of us part 2 #my crossover shit #my crossovers #sierra six #chris evans #ryan gosling #zombie au #apocalypse au #my series #tlou2 #tlou #the last of us 2 #the last of us

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hailsatanacab · 5 months

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Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!!#i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now...#now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything)#anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!

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that-one-weird-cloud0 · 3 months

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Danny: *just chilling on the couch while being very still™️ at the Wayne Manor*

Clark: *comes to visit*

Clark: hey Bruce?

Bruce: yes?

Clark: why is there a dead child in your living room?

Bruce: what 0-0

Danny: oh shit

Danny: *starts up heartbeat* better?

Clark: *even more freaked out*

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dead-girl-tells-stories · 2 months

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DC x DP Prompt

Some way, somehow (up to you), Dan, Danny, and Dani all end up living with Vlad.

Vlad is ecstatic. The three D's aren't, but it's not like they have a choice.

To push things forward, they end up begrudgingly going to a Wayne Gala with him, and like most gala kids, they were subjected to forceful, nosy, uncomfortable, and unnecessary questions from adults they don't like, and they know, don't really care.

One of the few obvious questions would be, 'How old are you?'.

Dan, despite being in a clone body of Danny, grows just a bit faster and taller than him and refuses to be the same age as that twerp. So he says that he's one year older than Danny.

Danny, who is absolutely pissed that his clone body is growing faster than him and also refuses to be the same age as that asshole, uses his actual age.

Dani, on the other hand, is having some internal struggles about being a clone and how her body and mind were basically forced to become more mature than she actually is. How she desperately wishes to be a child but will never have the opportunity to be. Or how she wants to be her own person but doesn't know how, and is simply borrowing from everyone around her.

She gets the dreaded question, 'How old are you?'. She doesn't want to be too close to Dan or Danny and 'copy' them. But she doesn't want to be too far off from them because she's really not much smaller than Danny, and also finds comfort in being close to them even if she is just 'copying' them. So she says she's a year younger than Danny.

The Gala goes on, yada yada yada. Then they go home.

A few weeks later, one of the D's (I'm thinking Dan) finds an online article about the Masters family and begins laughing their ass off.

Apparently, Irish twins were one thing. But Irish triplets? That had the general public and social elite in an uproar for weeks to come.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp prompt #lol i wanted to add the batfam but didn't know how #dani must be named dani for this prompt to work #lol this is word vomit #i just thought the idea of irish twins to be cool and went #WHAT ABOUT IRISH TRIPLETS!!!!#and that's how this shit came to be #Dani angst because if i was a clone i would constantly asking myself #am i me?#or am i just someone else pretending to be me?#do yall see my vision #do you?

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mariastorm · 11 months

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Danny became the head assistant to one Timothy Drake-Wayne after nearly 20 years of being retired from the hero gig. In Danny's opinion,no 16 year old should be managing a multi - million dollar company as a pass time instead the fricking grown adult who owned said company... *cough,cough .....Bruce Wayne.

But then again,what did he know, alot.....he knew alot about Tim and his family of furries...the undead souls of Gotham tended to tell you things if you gave them the chance, he was just some guy in his thirties who had just moved to Gotham just a year ago. He couldn't just walk up to them and offer a free therapy session with his sister to fix the general mess that was the Wayne family unless he wanted the 'batclan' to start paying attention to him and later creeping him out with their stalking. So he chose a more subtle approach ; slowly integrate into their lives and fix their disaster of a family one appointment at a time.

He started off great. Tim began to open up to him in the office as the days went by. They talked in-between work schedules and meetings. He learnt about Tim's likes and dreams,lent an ear when he needed to vent about stuff involving home or school. In a way , Danny had realised somewhere in between that he was slowly mentally adopting Tim as his kid . He ended doing the same thing with the other Wayne children when he met them. Apparently,Tim spoke about him to the others when he was home and they had all gotten curious. Heck he had even met Alfred and they got on like a house on fire . Now he sometimes joins the old man to shop for groceries every other weekend. He had met Bruce as well and let's just say their first meeting involved Danny scolding the hell out of the man for allowing a literal child to manage his company when said child should have been doing child things as well as all the other things and the others had told him Bruce had done. Alfred had patted him on the back after he had finished his speech while the kids had been laughing at their father's expense.

Bruce had surprisingly taken it like a man considering the fact that he was being told off on how to 'parent' by a twink who was his son's assistant and therefore his employee. Danny had expected to be jobless after that fiasco but instead he was invited to dinner that very same week by Bruce himself. Albeit Bruce refused to make eye contact and seemed to have been having a fever as his face and ears were bright red but Danny didn't mind,free food was free food.... Even if he still wonderd why he had spotted Dick and Stephanie spying on them from the hallway with knowing looks on their faces......

Danny didn't even know how but suddenly he was fully involved in their lives; night time hobbies included after they dramatically told him to which Danny had simply responded with an "ya don't say?"and proceeded to go back to drinking his tea with Alfred . Things in the bat-brood were healing nicely;they were talking, bonding and generally starting to look like a true family. A true family with Danny in it. And Danny himself didn't realize this until one fluke .....no.... Two flukes occurred on the night of the biggest gala Danny had ever attended in his halfa life {galas he attended at Sam's mansion included} .

The first fluke ,he had been both happy and embarrassed about.....

Not one or two or three BUT four of the Wayne children had addressed him as 'Dad' . That too in front of a large group of guests and reporters with cameras and recorders . Damien had gone as far as to specify that ,yes they were referring to him and not Bruce..

And the second fluke....

Well, Danny wasn't sure how to feel about that one............

... Bruce Wayne,the bachelor billionaire,the man Danny had come to have a huge slight man crush on,...........

Kissed Danny. Right on the lips. On the balcony.

And Danny being a complete idiot had hiccuped then used his invisibility to hide and later run all while forgetting one tiny thing..

He hadn't told the batclan about his secret yet..and honestly??

Danny blames Clockwork.

#dpxdc prompt #dp x dc #Danny is shit at feelings #Bruce has a type #ghostking Danny #this would not leave my head so i kicked it here instead 😁#assistant Danny au #dp xdc crossover #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc crossover

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thevoidstaredback · 20 days

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Okay, so, crisis averted. Both of them, really. Red Robin had not asked or attempted to get any more of Danny's drink and the World Ending Crisis was less World Ending and more World Threatening. Either way, no one is hyped up in lethal amounts of caffeine and the world is in no more pieces than it had been before.

That brings attention to a new problem, though. It's uniquely Danny's problem and Constantine and Zatanna and Deadman won't stop laughing at him. He's also pretty sure that Raven is laughing at him in the privacy of her mind, so that's making him feel worse.

The problem is that every single hero that had been at the meeting a week ago that was not a part of the JLD has been overly concerned about him.

So what if he half died when he was fourteen and therefore will never look over either fourteen or eighteen? So what if he consumes enough caffeine to kill an elephant within a few minutes? What is he gonna do, die? That's not a real threat as long as he only fights as Phantom.

Ignoring the fact that he can, in fact, get hurt to the point of near death as Phantom. It's not like anyone knows that, though! Besides, ghosts run on god rules. They can't die, only fade when forgotten. People aren't likely to forget about most ghosts, though, even if they can't remember their names.

He's not gonna share that, though. Let Batman keep his contingency that won't work because the only contingency that will work for Phantom is the one he made himself. Tried and tested! He's marked it off of his Bingo Card.

Anyway. Heros and their kids/proteges have been trying to track him down for the entire week. He can't risk even leaving the House of Mysteries because the Supers are all probably listening out for him and they can't hear him through magic. It sucks. He just wants to go get a cup of coffee as Danny. The second he leaves, though, the Supers will be on him like bloodhounds. He'd leave as Danny, but the rest of the JLD don't know what he looks like as Danny and he'd like to keep it that way, thank you very much. Being stuck as Phantom was going to start causing issues to his human half if he doesn't get to leave soon.

Should he risk it? Is coffee that won't kill him really worth risking the Supers finding out his civilian identity? Sure, they wouldn't tell anyone, but he didn't like the idea of someone being able to pick him out of a crowd when all he wanted to do was blend in. It's why he avoided Gotham and Bludhaven, actually, but that's both self explanatory and another story for another time.

"You're still here?" Zatanna sat on the couch beside him. "You're normally gone by now. You can't not be tired of us yet."

He sighed and sunk down into the couch slightly. "Believe me, I'm tired of being stuck here, but I can't leave. I can't leave as a human because you guys don't know what I look like and, no offense, but I'd like to keep it that way. I can't leave as I am now because Superman will be on my ass quicker than I can blink!" He whined this time, "I just want a cup of coffee."

"What about your special brew?" Raven asked, coming into the room.

"I want to drink coffee as a human. That stuff will kill me if I drink it as a human."

"At least you know your limits."

"That sounded like a dig at someone, Z."

"It was."

"Why don't you just go out under a protection spell?" Raven offered, "We could cast one over you and you could leave. Superman can't hear through magic, so he won't be able to tell. Neither will Superboy."

Danny thought for a second. "You're a genius, Raven! Has anyone ever told you that?"

"A few times," she blushed.

"Well, it needs to be said more!"

Zatanna laughed. "Alright, kid, let's get you outside before you drive yourself crazy."

Practically vibrating in place, Danny waited for the protection spell to settle over him. The second it did, he was out the door and wandering the streets of whatever city the House of Mysteries decided to drop him as Danny instead of Phantom.

"Who are you," was not the question or voice he wanted to hear the second he stepped into the open as himself.

"Danny," he squeaked out through his absolute panic. He didn't dare turn around.

The sound of fabric moving minutely clues him in to the second person behind him. What the hell were these two doing out? It's the middle of the day and there's no attacks going on anywhere in Gotham!

"Where did you come from?" Robin asked.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! This was really bad! Why did the House drop him *here* of all places? Does it *want* him to die again? It was very painful the first time, thank you very much! "Illinois?"

"Was that a question or an answer?" Why is Red Robin here now?!

"An-an answer?"

"Ah, you guys are scaring the little guy!" That was Nightwing. They're surrounding him! Why is Nightwing here? This is Gotham, not Bludhaven. "Give him some room to breathe."

They did not, in fact, give him room to breathe. Maybe coming outside was a bad idea. If he gets out of this no more dead than he already was, he was going to move to the middle of nowhere and become a hermit. Smallville is a town in the middle of nowhere, right? He'll retire as Phantom and move to Smallville until the people get suspicious and burn him as a witch-!

Maybe moving to a big city would be a better idea. Or locking himself in the basement of the House of Mysteries. Yeah, yeah that's a good idea.

"-even listening?"

Oh shit. They were still talking to him! Now is not the time to panic! "Gottagobye!" And then he was running.

Good job not panicking, Danny.

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 7 days

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Reasons to play In Stars and Time: Canon Pronoun Warfare.

#in stars and time #ISAT #Siffrin #Loop #Context: early on you meet a character who tries to get you to use the royal We pronoun for them and you shut them down. It's great.#The gender swag and non-binary rep in this game is lovely.#I sketched this out when I was in Act 2 - and as of posting this I have not yet finished the game so *please* no spoilers.#It is rare for me to get into something spoiler free and I have been getting my shit rocked by this game in the best way.#Yes I *am* taking another detour to talk about a video game I love again. I will have some fun crossovers. Trust the process.#I will also do my best to pitch this game as spoiler free as possible. Because you *should* play this game:#ISAT is a very lovingly crafted RPG with very fun and emotional writing.#The characters are great and the mysteries you slowly uncover are intriguing!#The way the gameplay ties into the player's own emotional state is nearly always in sync with the protagonist. You *will* feel things.#And it is not afraid to let those things be hard emotions! Do mind the content warnings and know your limits though.#As someone who sucks at video games I also appreciate that it is so generous with your time and keeps things fun.#Not to mention it is honestly underpriced for the amount of content in it. Buy this game. I need to spread the brainworms.

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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)

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Tw: N/A

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.

And Danny hated it.

He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.

In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.

After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.

He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.

Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.

Right. Scarecrow.

His escape.

The chase.

His mom.

“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”

“Oh.”

After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.

“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”

Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!

“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”

“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”

“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”

“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”

Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.

Danny sat down.

“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”

Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.

“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”

“Oh,” Danny said.

He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.

Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.

Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.

It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.

Tucker.

Amity park.

Home.

Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.

He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.

Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.

“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”

Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.

He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.

At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.

Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.

Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.

It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.

Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.

He was not about to cry.

“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”

He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.

Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.

He read the report again.

And again.

Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.

“What?”

“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”

Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.

“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.

“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”

“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”

“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”

Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.

“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”

“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”

But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”

“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”

“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”

Dr. Crane sighed.

“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”

“…Why?”

“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”

Danny paused.

“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”

“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”

Danny snorted.

“You care about laws now?”

“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”

Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.

“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”

“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”

Danny nodded. He could live with that.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc fic #liminal scarecrow #scaredad scaredad scaredad #not pictured: scarecrow frantically googling to see what he can feed Danny without killing him #and also going through everything in his kitchen to find something that isn’t spoiled #he lives like a 20 year old bachelor in terms of food. just takeout and moldy bread in there #maybe a can of soup if he’s feeling adventurous #scarecrow: ah yes I am feeding him soft foods to keep my lead on the GiW alive. No sentimental reason whatsoever #danny who is about to start bawling his eyes out:#the boy had to battle resurrected food for years. he is NOT used to being fed actual edible things #danny: scarecrow could kill me at any moment. that’s why he’s feeding me and worrying about my health and safety #btw HUGE shoutout to the riddler for cramming an entire gaming pc into a 2007 microsoft computer #or some shit like that #and just giving it to scarecrow. for free. just bestie things

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starry-bi-sky · 3 months

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Broke: danny runs away from bruce wayne because he reminds him of Vlad (bad, overused, fundamentally misunderstands Bruce’s character as a whole for a shit joke)

Woke: bruce wayne doesnt remind danny of vlad masters, but of his best friend sam manson

black hair? check ✅

jewish? check ✅

richer than god? check ✅

gothic? well, mister wayne isnt himself but he lives in the most gothic city on earth so quasi-check ✅

loudly and proudly an activist for various rights including environmental and womens' rights? check ✅

im tired of the "oh danny runs away from bruce because he's rich and reminds him of vlad" give me a danny who actually likes bruce because he reminds him of his awesome kickass best friend who is also stupidly rich

like i’ve been told about the whole “oh fruit loop joke” before and i still think its a cheap, shallow joke if i’ve ever heard one that flanderizes Bruce’s character to an impressive degree. Vlad and Bruce are only comparable in the same sense that they’re both rich and Bruce adopts kids — but he isn’t doing it because of the “adoption addiction” joke, he’s doing it because he sees himself in the kids he adopts and he wants to give them better than he did. Vlad wants Danny as his son to spite Jack, they are not remotely comparable beyond that.

Like, beyond that too i highly doubt vlad masters gives his employees benefits like bruce wayne does. who canonically hires reformed villains and has various branches of medical, industrial, technology, etc in his company in order to help the people of gotham. does Vlad Masters run charities, soup kitchens, etc?? is Vlad contributing to the community? No, no he isnt.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #yes i know its a joke. its only funny in moderation #its also a shit joke #dpxdc vent #this doesnt mean anything i was just getting this off my chest. dont come @ me about it being a joke #i will only repeat what i said: its a shit joke and i dont care #it should be said #also knowing butch hartman and his love for all things superhero i wouldnt be surprised if sam is genuinely meant to be a caricature of #bruce wayne. considering how a lot of other DP things are inspired of the DCU and MCU. Freakshow. the reality gauntlet. danny is reminiscen #of spiderman #like think about it: she's jewish. she's gothic. she's loudly an activist. she's the top athlete in her grade. she's incredibly rich.#she's slightly emotionally constipated. she might actually be supposed to be a caricature of bruce wayne

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ghostbsuter · 7 months

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John Constantine was in prison.

No, not a normal, mortal prison. Those wouldn't be able to hold him like this one does.

No, he's imprisoned in the Infinity Realm.

The warden of the establishment is Walker, someone whose blood sings Witch Hunter.

If that wasn't bad enough, with every second, it gets worse. Angels decided to interfere in a realm not in possession of their God.

Who's idea was it to go against the Infintiy Realm? Are they nuts?

"John Constantine," One of the messangers steps forward. There is no weapon in sight, yet.

"Under the scrutiny of Heaven, we were sent to retrieve you for a trial." Their voice clipped, blond hair shimmering a soft green and John is sweating buckets.

"Your deals with various demon folk and such shall be judged unter gods court and—"

A loud bang echoes through the hall, Walker's men are surrounding the beings of heaven and particular brave soul steps forward.

The lad is young, can't be older than Bat's Robin. He walks with an air of authority, white hair floating against gravity's rules and towering before the flock of messangers.

"How dare—"

The boy, the godling– growls.

He blocks their view of Constantine, staring them down.

Some of the angels fall back, wings arched and ready for a fight, weapons still not in sight however.

"I am Phantom, King of God's of the Infinity Realm." The child with a title too much for such small shoulders bear, introduces himself.

It sends the flock into mild panic. Constantine is just a bit satisfied at the change.

"Returns to your god and tell him this, every Constantine bearing the title Laughing Magician is under my protection."

For such a small stature, his voice is booming, the command thinly veiled as a threat and icicles forming around him.

"Tell him that if he ever dares to breach my territory once more, I will not hesitate to call war upon heaven."

The main angel of the flock, the one that had read out Constantines sentence, hesitated only for a moment before urging the others to leave.

Posture stiff and movements jerky.

They didn't expect to be told off like this, John muses.

He only slightly dreads when phantoms attention drifts to him finally, a light knock on the metal bars and the whole wall was gone.

"Follow me, John Constantine."

And John does.

He'll sweet talk himself out of this on the way to his doom. Like always.

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("Unpopular belief, but I actually quite like you." Danny had stated once in the garden, sitting on a table and drinking tea. John hadn't touched his cup nor desert at all, cannot trust those of the infinite after all.)

(A rip into the green before them had created a portal, a gateway.

"Leave, Laughing Magician. Hold onto that necklace, it will ward off anyone with the intent to harm and deals as a warning to those working for the immortal."

And as John steps forward, his eyes meet toxic green.

"We will see one another again, sooner or later. Farewell, Jester."

The portal spat him out in his apartment in New York, if it wasn't for the protection charm, Constantine would have believed it to be a mere dream. A warning.)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #let me share my world builidng here #implied that god in constantine is one of the kings #there are many king of gods #theyre usually the leaders of a realm and together create the council of Yggdrasil #god wants to have words with Constantine #u guys can decide whats up with heaven to have beef with connie #connie is dannys favorite to watcg #this mans life is a shit show #dannys eating sm popcorn #wdym GOD wants his man??? aint no way hes getting whats MINE #-danny #god may have created everyhting they know #might be older than time itself #but they are not older than the infinite #the realms of the unruly #the glue between everything that is to exist and has already been done #god cant fight what is not theirs #every realms of king of gods is just a masisve dick measure contest tbf

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ponyfies your superhero show 🐎🌟

#invincible #invincible show #my little pony #my little pony crossover #mlp au #my little pony friendship is invincible #invincible au #invincible fanart #mark grayson #omniman #omni man #nolan grayson #debbie grayson #atom eve #samatha eve wilkins #crismakesstuff #i think soooo much about them #pls notice the red streak I gave nolan in his mane/tail #yes I pulled inspo from king sombra for nolan hehe #his eyes get a similar mist whe he uses dark magic #i like to think filly mark cuddled up a lot against his dad and that nolan just would cover him with his wing #mark the fluffy boy just like his dad c:#eve is on like twilight sparkle and starlight glimmer shit #had to give eve the traditional unicorn features they fit her so so much #mark became an alicorn is like his l getting his powers he was just a pegasus before #he’s struggling sm w his magic #idk what pony names I’d give them tho i suck at that

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ms-rampage · 2 years

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New Dawn: New Horizons Chapter 16 - Little Trickster

Warnings: Language, some violence

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: The kids along with Security Captain set out to get revenge on Mickey and Lou

Guest OCs: The usual OCs

Guest Characters: Security Captain, Gina Guerra, The Twins, Irwin Smalls.

Note: Security Captain is gender neutral. They/Their/Them pronouns. @athenalillystar didn't help out with this chapter, but it's always nice to give her a shout out for the work she's done for me!. As perusual this is a Supernatural and Far Cry: New Dawn crossover.

A/N: Also my dumbass accidentally deleted chapter 14. So I have to re-upload that chapter 🙄🙄

Taglist: @wargames94 @rabbitsoldier @mrsladydiana @vicki-the-sinner @maybeitslizzy @heyyitsbeckie @thatgaymer3

The next morning, Captain gets up from their nasty fall caused by the twins. They slowly and painfully go up the stairs to the same room where all that shit happened. Finding Paige and Kate still cuffed on the floor with the blood from Thomas and Barbara.

Not long later, perhaps a day or two later, Carmina gets intel that the twins are running some demolition derby at The Meat Grinder. The winner gets to have a dinner celebration with the twins.

Paige and Kate think this would be a great opportunity to send those little bitches a message about hitting their home, and trying to break them apart. Killing their godmother.

They ain’t gonna take it, they’re gonna get some shit on those little cunts. Of course they sent their kids out to “spy” on them, and surprise attack them, or at least sabotage them to embarrassment.

Cristina, Jeff, Tom, Bianca and Daenerys, the usual group. Set out on their spy, and sabotage mission along with the help of the Security Captain who was recently ambushed by the Highwaymen and the twins.

As they're preparing, Paige approaches her kids, “I don’t want to put you all on the frontlines of this shit, but I know putting an end to them is what you all want”. She moves her eldest to the side to talk to her, “I know you and Barb were close” she tells her. “I remember there was a quote from an old, well not necessarily old, but there was a quote the main character said, and it stuck with me forever. Revenge is a fool’s game. Vengeance isn’t always the answer”.

“So, you’re saying we shouldn’t go after them? After everything they’ve done?” Cris asks her mother.

“No, you should, this is Barbara’s and Rush’s redemption. Barb would’ve wanted us to avenge her death” she tells her. Killing Garrett Barnes, and holding Thomas Rush hostage, saving him, and only for the twins to kill him in front of Cap. Gina Guerra, who is an ex Highwaymen, and hates the twins. Helps them in on their sabotage game.

“I told the twins I wanted them to keep my baby out of their shit, and they didn’t listen” Gina tells the kids, “Now this shit is personal”.

“Don’t worry Gina. We’re gonna take care of them.” Cristina tells her.

“Children listen” Cap tells them, they all turn to face them, “If we’re gonna get those twins. We’re gonna do it my way”.

Cristina scoffs, “Okay Cap, how are we gonna get them back? What’s the plan?!”.

They roll their eyes at the smartass Winchester, “We have Gina. If anyone knows anything about the twins. It’s her”.

They plan on going to the Meat Grinder, and since Cap has their issues with the twins. They agreed to help out the Winchester family as well.

“So what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna stake out the joint, and see if the twins are really there” they tell the kids.

“Or!.” Cristina tells them, “Or we can go to Irwin Smalls. Since he’s the twins right hand man, or so he calls himself”.

“Isn’t he a Highwayman?!?” they ask.

“Yeah. He’s a high ranking member but he is also not well respected because he is known to betray his allies, and constantly argue with the twins. So it’s safe to say he’s good in my book” Cristina tells them.

“How can we even trust this Irwin dude?!?” they ask.

“My mom has gotten shit from him before on the twins” Thomas tells Cap, “Not only our family, but the Rye’s, and pretty much everyone that lives in Prosperity knows something about the twins from Irwin”.

Captain sighs, “Okay. Okay fine we’ll go to this Irwin Smalls guy. But I swear if he turns on us, and tells the twins about us sabotaging them. I swear I will-”.

They aren’t able to complete their threat because the eldest Winchester steps in. “Do what Cap?’ she snaps, “Kill us?. Hurt us? Turn us over to the twins?. Because if you do that, you’re gonna be in deep shit with our family, and they’ll come after your ass”.

They don’t say anything because she’s right. Her parents, their family will hunt them down. It’s best to keep their mouths shut. They go to see Irwin, and he gives them the info about the race at the Meat Grinder, as well as some fight club at the Bonecrusher pit, and of course he suggests that the Captain should participate in the race, win and take out the twins.

It should be easy right?!. Thinking they should bring Carmina Rye with them since they need someone who was actually responsible to have their back. Not that they didn’t think the Winchester kids weren’t responsible, but they’re too hot headed, and they seem to turn on those who weren’t family, or sided with them.

Despite they all want the same fucking thing. Taking out those damn twins. That night, midnight, Cap put on a Highwayman biker suit, kept the helmet on the whole time. They were able to win that brutal race. Killing the "Warden" of the Bullet Farm, some dude named Frank, kinda easy to kill, for Cap at least it was. He was suppose to take part of the derby, and well, not anymore, thanks to them.

Thanks to Irwin, for getting them a suit, and a ride for the derby. Fire, explosions and bullets. Goddamn that shit was fucking brutal.

Loud, but also fun to watch some sad stragglers kill each other just to sit down, and eat a meal with the twins. Kinda sad, but they end up losing a limb or two, so there’s that.

The kids watch this whole thing from the outside. Keeping themselves hidden. Hiding inside a broke down old school bus that is now one with the ground.

“Well at least they had the sense to bring Carmina along” Cristina whispers to Bianca as they all watch this “Demolition Derby Battle to the Death”.

A dude over the PA system hyping up the drivers and getting rowdy.

As the chaos goes on, Tommy turns to Dany, and says “Hey since Cap is killing some HWM, and everyone is pretty much occupied with the derby and killing each other. You should work up your trickster games, and find out where the twins are hiding out”.

She nods in agreement, “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a great idea” she ties her hair in a ponytail, and puts her jacket hood up, “I’ll be right back”.

She leaves to find a way into the joint, stealth mode style, while the others stay behind and keep an eye on the derby. She runs to the side of the arena, and finds a tower with a ladder going up, when she gets to the top of the ladder, she sees a Highwayman with his back to her.

She pulls out her hunting knife, and stealth kills him. Stabbing him in the throat. She looks around, watching the cars passing each other, gunfire and explosions. A place that is not meant for a teenager. Looking for a way into the smaller building in the middle of the track.

“Come on, come on. There has to be a way in” she says to herself.

The others see her kill the dude, no one can see since everyone is preoccupied with the murder derby.

“Shit Dany just killed a dude” Cristina whispers to the others.

She runs around to the other side of Meat Grinder, hiding behind the giant “YES” sign, and a giant cheeseburger.

She sees an entrance in the smaller building. “The twins might be in there” she says to herself. She squeezes herself between the gaps in the fence.

Looking out for any fast moving vehicles, and semi trucks.

She carefully walks along the sides of the dirt race track. A fence in the small building in the middle, she can easily squeeze herself through.

When the last vehicle, a giant semi truck passes, she dashes across the track, jumps onto the tires, and climbs over the chain link fence. Dropping onto some pieces of metal, bins and tires.

A few Highwaymen hear the loud metal drop. “Did you hear that?!” one asks the other.

“Yeah I think it was over there” the other answers.

Dany jumps into a broken down car to hide in. Footsteps approach where she dropped down from.

“I know it was over here” HWM says to the other, “It came from over here!”.

The other one scoffs, “Yeah sure. Let’s go, Mickey and Lou are inside waiting for the derby winner to go in”.

She can see their feet, peeking up and sees their helmet covered faces.

They walk away, and go inside the small room in the graffitied building.

Back on the outside, Cristina, Bianca, Jeff, Tommy and Carmina watch the race, and Cap was able to pull it off, and win the race.

“Shit, I didn’t think they were gonna make it” Bianca says to the others.

“Yeah me neither” Jeff replies.

“Looks like Cap is going inside the middle building” Carmina says.

“I think Daenerys snuck in there” Cristina adds.

Irwin was praising Captain for winning the derby. The plan was for Cap to win the derby, get to the dinner celebration and take out the twins, and all the Highwaymen there. Simple plan.

Dany was able to find an open between the walls. Walking between the metal walls of the place.

On the other side, she hears two muffled voices, female and from what she can hear it sounds like they're arguing, or probably having some sort of disagreement.

When she gets closer, she’s able to look through a small opening between the metal panels, and sees the twins.

Mickey and Lou, having an argument.

“I told you Lou, I have the final say!” Mickey argues.

“You always fucking do this!!” Lou spits back, “I don’t care, if daddy wanted it go this way”.

“He’s dead!. I have the final say. Not the both of us. Only one of us!” Mickey says back.

“Whatever. The old man is dead, we run this motherfucker!” she says back, “Not just you, both of us!”.

“Fuck it, the winner is coming in” Mickey says.

The arguments between the two sisters reminds Dany of when Cris and Jeff argue. The ol' 'I'm the oldest' this, 'I have the final say' that.

A few moments later the metal doors open, and Cap walks in.

“Cap?” Dany whispers. Lou, and a few other HWM sitting at the table, laughing and talking.

“Hey, I know you” Lou says, pointing to Cap, “Derby winner. Man, you put on a show”.

Laughter, and rambling from everyone at the table.

“Thank you all for being here!” Mickey says out loud as she walks into the room, “Come along way for some of you. Fun as this is, we can’t stay long”.

Everyone murmurs to each other in, and groan in annoyance. “Been some new development. Got a proposition for you all” she says.

Daenerys tilts her head in confusion as Mickey says this. Moving along between the metal walls, trying to get a better view of the dinner celebration.

“Come on it!!”.

A man, dressed like he belongs in the Paleolithic era walks into the room.

They all laugh, “Who the fuck is he” one of the male HWM asks.

“He is our numero uno problem solver” Mickey says.

“He’s gonna take us up north, and hook us up with some crazy. What the fuck is it? Fruit?” Lou says.

“A sacred fruit. The miracle of New Eden” he says.

The elder twin speaks up, “Yeah, that’s it. Our boy says that fruit will give you strength like you can’t fucking believe. And, for the right price, we’re willing to share with y'all”.

“New Edener?” Dany whispers, “Sacred fruit?”.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” one of them speaks up, “We’re the strongest already”.

“Damn straight!” another one says.

“For real” Lou says, “I’ve seen it”.

“You hear yourself? Sacred fruit. Un-fucking-believeable”.

“You’re going soft in your head like you pops?”.

They all start to laugh like a bunch of goddamn hyenas. Lou breaks a plate on the table, uses the broken piece and stabs the dude in the neck. Making everybody go silent. Mickey smirks at all this.

“Any other observations?” she asks, the dudes head dropa onto the table.

“What the fuck?!” Dany whispers in shock.

The New Edener speaks up, “I will give you the sacred fruit only if you do as we agree. I want you to burn New Eden to the ground”.

“A deal is a deal, man. We’re reliable” the youngest twin says.

“Now” he orders, they all glare at him “We must do it now”.

“Come the fuck on” Lou says, getting up from her chair, “Man, we’re gonna burn this motherfucking shit to the ground”.

Mickey, Lou and the New Edener leave the room.

“Magic fruit that makes you powerful? Bullshit” a HWM says to Captain, laughing at the bullshittery of this so called magical fruit.

Captain stands up, walks towards the open door, leaves and immediately comes back in. Guns blazing.

Daenerys moves forward between the walls to find a way out of this gun fight before she gets hit from behind the walls. Back on the outside, the other kids see all this. Alarms going off.

“Shit, I think they found Captain out” Cris mutters. "You think they did?." Carmina asks her. "I'm sure of it." she responds.

They all rush the place, killing HWM in the process, looking for Daenerys and Captain.

They run towards the now slowly opening garage, and see Cap getting into a vehicle, they see the group of teenagers. “Get it!!!” they yell. Without a 2nd thought or hesitation they all get into the vehicle, except Cristina.

“We need to find Daenerys!!” she yells, reminding the others about the youngest and smallest Winchester.

After she says this, Little Trickster herself jumps down from a vent in the ceiling.

“I’m here, and I got some interesting info” she tells them.

“Me too!.” Cap shouts, “Now get it!!”.

Getting into the truck, and taking off full speed, running over some Highwaymen in the process, like human speed bumps. Full on Fast and the Furious style driving. They drive far enough to where they lose their tracks from those masked assholes.

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