#source: prompt

[in-correct-trolls]

branch: well, this is a nice change of scenery.

poppy: this is a country troll prison cell.

branch: I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!

#incorrect trolls #incorrect quotes #trolls #trolls world tour #branch #poppy #queen poppy #source: prompt

[incorrectbatfam]

Dick: I don’t know how you do that.

Jason: Do what?

Dick: Make everything sound like a threat. That man looked like he was about to piss himself, and all you did was ask him to step aside so that we could get past. Even when I actively try to sound threatening, no one takes me seriously.

Jason: That’s because you look and sound like the human personification of a warm hug.

#source: writing prompt #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #batman #batfamily #batfam #batboys #batbros #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics

[multifandom-disaster]

In Jason I'm gonna be civil with my brother days

Jason Todd: *calls Dick Grayson* Hey, are you busy right now?

Dick Grayson: A little bit. Why?

Jason Todd: Oh, no worries. Nothing important.

*5 hours later*

Dick Grayson: You were in jail?! Why didn't you say anything?!

Jason Todd: You were busy!

Tim ver.

#incorrect quotes #batkids #batboys #batfam #batfamily #incorrect batman quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #jason todd #dick grayson #dick & jason #batbros #source: tumblr #not a prompt

[goldengirlgalaxy]

An Assassin Child and His Ghost Sword

For whatever reason, Danny has become a magical sword and been thrown through time and space, eventually landing in a completely different world far in the past.

In all honesty, being a magic sword isn't the worst thing ever, to the point he's basically using it as an extended vacation. Whenever he's alone he sleeps, whenever he has a wielder, he gives them advice and extra abilities and the like. If he gets bored in one area, he's able to move himself to another.

However, Danny ended up screwing up somewhere down the line. See, he has the ability to only work for those who are 'worthy' (basically a catch all term for the people Danny likes or can at the very least be civil with). If someone 'unworthy' picks him up, he'll curse them.

Unfortunately, after a long string of unworthy people, everyone now believes Danny is solely a cursed blade, his ability to bless others forgotten when he finally goes down in the history books.

Then when Danny finally come to the modern age, he ends up being found by one Damian Al Ghul.

Damian is all by himself for one reason or another (running from the League, disagreement with the Bats, etc.) when he finds Danny. And frankly, what kid wouldn't want a magical, talking sword that grants incredible powers, especially when you've been trained in how to actually wield them. He doesn't really have a plan, so he decides to just travel around trying to find a place he belongs.

Danny likes the kid and decides to look after him since he's all by himself. He helps the kid travel around the world, teaches him how the world works, helps him with any moral issues that being raised by assassins brings, etc.

Meanwhile, the rest of the world is wondering who this small, wandering child with the sword is.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #magic sword #I got this idea while looking at an isekai #Damian becomes a wandering swordsman who helps protect those who need it #If this is a case of him leaving the Bats they are scrambling to find Damian #Anyone who learns Danny is 'cursed' believe Danny is manipulating Damian to corrupt him #He's actually giving him a better moral compass and is a good source of support for the kid #What Danny's 'curses' were was anything mild like making a person trip at inconvenient times to straight up murder #That one was for someone who killed a wielder he liked

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 11

"A contract," the creature croaked, freezing Tim in place.

"What?" He asked, stunned. He knew he should run, he knew he shouldn't trust whatever magic nonsense this was turning into but...whoever or whatever this was sounded desperate.

Green glowing liquid had came together to make the vague shape of a person on the ground, "A contract," the creature repeated, "Care for me and give me energy, and in return I will serve and protect you."

Red Robin hesitated, "How do I know you're not going to stab me in the back the first chance you get."

"I need to feed." The thing gasped, "I need a host. I can negotiate"

Tim can negotiate too, and if there's one thing his 17 year old co-ceo self knew by now, it was contracts.

After the contract was completed, the being passed out and a bright white flash left a relatively normal looking boy in its place

Somehow the entity, now known as Danny, had been stolen away by Alfred and is undergoing butler training cause now Tim has his own personal butler...who is only a year younger than him and some kind of Pit Demon

#halloween prompts #fanfiction prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #prompts #tim drake #brain dead #tim x danny #tim what were you thinking?! - every batfam member #danny does in fact protect tim #his obsession is protection and he needs to feed. without amity he didnt have a food source #imma leave it to yoyr imagination to figure out how danny got in this mess to begin with

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is stuck in the DC Universe against his will. He is trying to build a Ghost Portal to try and get back home, but he needs to steal a bunch from the different High-Tech Companies in the DC Universe

So now Wayne-Tech, Lex-Corp, Palmer Industries, Star Labs, and everything else you can think of has been robbed by a Meta-Human Theif who can walk through walls, disappear, and fly

Eventually, Danny gets all the parts he needs for the Portal and starts to build it in some forest outside of Gotham.

At the same time, Constantine reports to the League that the small traces of magical green goo they found at each crime scene was Ectoplasm. Basically Death Energy in Liquid Form from a Dimension called the Infinite Realms. They figure out that all the parts put together could be used to build a Portal, and the Ectoplasm makes them suspect that he is trying to open a Portal the the Infinite Realms

Constantine says that the Ectoplasm has energy readings that suggest it is from the High King, but it is mixed in with a bunch of Human DNA. He suspects that Danny is a Thrall of Pariah Dark, created so he could open a Portal the the Infinite Realms and pave the way for his Invasion of their Dimension.

They find a way to track down the Portal, right when Danny is about to open it.

A final battle ensues as Danny desperately tries to defend his Portal, while the computer reads out the Countdown to the Portal Opening. When the timer reaches 1, Batman finds a Bomb near the Portal Opening and throws it into the tunnel, destroying the entire Portal in one go.

They all stand back, watching as Danny stops and collapses in front of the destroyed Portal. Constantine warns them to be careful, Pariah Dark is a being of pure hatred, and once they piss off his Thrall he will attack them with all his angered might. "This bloke is about to explode. Once he realizes what he's looking at, he's gonna-"

But he is cut off when they hear drops of water hiting the ground, coming from the direction of the Portal. Danny is silently crying, looking at all his hard work go to up in flames.

They are all stunned. Constantine warned them that the Thralls of Pariah Dark were incapable of any emotion other than Anger, that they were completely sadistic monsters who took pleasure in ripping Mortals apart piece by piece. But this wasn't anything like that.

This was a Child, crying on his knees while staring at his Portal he had worked so hard to build.

"Why?" He asks.

"You were going to open a Portal to the Infinite Realms. We know you are a Thrall of Pariah Dark, you would have let his army through to our dimension."

"But Pariah Dark is dead."

"If he was dead, then why did we find traces of the King's energy in your Ectoplasm?"

"I'm beat him a few months ago. I'm the new king."

"Wait, so why were you trying to open the Portal?"

"I just wanted to see my family again. It wasn't even going to be open for long, I had a bomb ready to destroy it behind me..."

The Justice League realizes they all fucked up.

#Dp X DC #Dpxdc #Dp #DC #Dcu #Danny Phantom #dp x dc prompt #Danny is just trying to go home but these assholes keep attacking him #He finally has a way to go home and see his parents #And he set up a Bomb so this world doesn't have to deal with all the stuff that his world does #But Bat-Bitch threw it into the Portal #Normally he would be so angry #But now hes so tired that he can't be bothered anymore #He's just sad now #I blame Constantine #Get better sources

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “pov: your friends call you out for your undeniable feelings towards this one particular person” prompts 

“You want them.” “…I do. Oh God, I fucking do.”

“So like… When are you gonna confess to them?”

“You’re folding so fucking hard for them and I’m here for it.”

“I didn’t know you were such a simp.” “I’m— what? I’m not a simp!”

“This idiot is so down bad, your honour.”

“Maybe it’s time you start asking what you guys are—” “Uh, yeah, no. Not right now, at least.”

“Damn, I’ve never seen you like someone that much.”

“The way you talk about them gives me the impression you want to eat them whole.” “That is not true—”

“You never talked about your ex-crush like this.”

“God, you’re so in love with them.”

“Someone’s in love—” “Oh my God, fuck off.”

“Remember to invite me to your wedding when you guys get married—” “Shut it!” 

“Not you calling them a three course meal plus dessert. You have never talked about anyone like that, not even [insert ex-crush’s name].” (I have no shame in admitting I did, in fact, call him that HAFJKEBJEFN Like, he’s fine as fuck and I ain’t gonna sit here and act like he isn’t)

“You’re literally head over heels for them.” “I am not. Okay, maybe just a little.”

“So—” “Oh, I’m not in love. You’re not fooling anyone. If I hear their name coming from your mouth again—” “…I guess I’ll just shut up.”  

#the shit my friends have been telling me ever since I told them about cat guy wjgoskgksk #I KEEP GETTING TEASED WELKFNEWKFLN #my love life is now one of their entertainment sources i'm ngl #BUT I'M SORRY THAT I WANT HIM SAUR BAD TF #writing prompts #prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts

[hypewinter]

Jazz wasn't crazy. People might argue that burning her childhood home to the ground with her parents still inside would be an indicator of insanity. But how else was she supposed to react after coming back home from college to find out her parents had brutally killed her brother via vivisection?

Dying her hair blonde wasn't crazy either before anyone asked. Plenty of girls dyed their hair when they needed a change. Besides, she could never live with herself if she kept the same hair color as that vile woman.

Admittedly Jazz would have to secede moving to Gotham had been a little crazy but it was the perfect place to start fresh and blend in despite her "quirks". She had even picked out a nice new identity for herself.

Clearly Jazz was not crazy as she had managed to land a job at Arkham Asylum as a psychiatrist. If she were really insane would they have ever hired her? No they wouldn't have.

Jazz was not crazy. She was very much sane. Just like her precious Mr. J.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #hyper prompts #winter's tales #not sure which one this fits under more #surprise! jazz is harley quinn #do not ask me how my brain concocted this for i truly have no idea #i was merely as vessel for my own crazy thoughts in this case #btw y'all i tried to look up whether harley was a psychologist or a psychiatrist because i couldn't remember #and i got conflicting answers #i think the general consensus is she's a psychiatrist who acts like a psychologist #because most writers don't know the difference #and by general consensus i mean i saw a total of one source that had that opinion #but it makes the most sense to me so i'm running with it #the same source (reddit) as theorized that she's a double major #which also makes sense because even in her origins she's studying psychology #but she's also going to med school!? #hello?? #you don't even need to be an expert or anything #just open a dictionary! #look it up on google! #something! #anywho #her job switches depending on the era comic run writer etc #you know basic comic book shenanigans #sorry for the rant y'all #it was just so mind boggling that it actually became a little funny #so i thought i'd share

[wondersinwaynemanor]

Batman does not care if carrying his children makes him less intimidating and terrying to criminals. his kids are his top priorities. whenever there's a fire or bomb (he's not losing any of them to a bomb ever again) and especially when they're injured and called for help, he's wrapping his arms around his children and carrying them to safety. and if the criminals get away when he gives time to his children, then so be it. he always finds ways to track them anyway.

and Batman truly does not care how old Robin, Signal, Spoiler, Red Robin, Red Hood, Black Bat and especially Nightwing already are. whenever they're hurt, he's carrying them to the Batmobile, to the Cave and to the their beds when needed. and he will gladly carry them when they're tired after patrol wherever they want him to in the Manor.

he's a Father and a Father should take care of his children.

#source: i saw a comic panel where batman is carrying red hood and so this prompt came to be #i am a sucker for batdad #batfamily prompt #dc promt #batfamily #batdad #batkids #batman #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #black bat #spoiler #signal #dc comics

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 128

Everything was gone. But it had been gone for a long time. Cities crumbling to dust under the march of time and under the battering of the weakening sun. Everyone had long since passed into the realm of the dead, and he had long since retreated from the land of the living as he aged, growing larger amidst Time’s coils. 

He’d long since stopped being known as Danny to most, his true Name cradled in his core as it grew in power and importance with his own primordial ascendence. Others called him by just as many names as Clockwork, if not more as his planets grew life, his galaxies cultivating their own beings into existence. 

To some he was a creator, the bringer of life itself. To others he was destruction, the end of all. So many names, so many even coming close to his Name, each cradled gently by his core. 

He was Space, he was stardust, he was a blackhole, the far off galaxies, newborn stars forming in his hands and dying with a blink. Galaxies dancing in his hair, what was, what will be, splintering into planes amidst his strands of hair. 

He was Balance, chaos and order dancing together on a tightrope twisting through existence. He was Phantom, a name whispered amidst the Realms as a guardian, a protector, and yet a hunter, a destroyer at once. 

He was a Brother, a Father, an Uncle, a Son. He was many things, and that was fine with him, but even if hypothetically he should be impartial, he would freely admit he had favorites. Danielle, his little Moon, his first Daughter and her children of Krypton. Dan, his raging Sun, his Son and his little Laughing Magicians. Clockwork, his Father of Time, and his Speedsters who raced through timelines like giggling toddlers, not really understanding but loved all the same. 

His dear Sister’s children, her Ma'aleca'andrans and Atlanteans she tenderly cradled and protected as long as she could before sleep overtook her. His dear Tucker’s Champions, the children of Magic lost and alone. His dear Sam’s children of Lazarus, dancing with blades and between life and death. 

Their dear children that came from all of their blood. The Lords of Chaos, of Order, entire Cities brought to life by their magic, entire planets whose heartbeats pulsed with their own. 

Everything of what they had once been was gone. And it had been gone for a long time. But they were all still here. For Death was just as much a beginning, as it was the end. 

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #writing prompts #Clockwork is the Endless #Danny is one of the children of the Endless #One of these days JL is gonna talk about their beliefs and realize there's some overlap #Or someone is going to summon someone #Tucker continues to reincarnate but keeps his memories since he's fully ascended now #He definitely feels when his next Champion is chosen and definitely finds Billy #eternal trio #Val is with them too #they love each other #Omg Val is the one who created the Source and the many types of Lantern Rings #League of assassins are for saving the animals and such like that was part of its original goal #Sam would be down for having an assassin cult in one of her names #Danny holding Constantine and Superman and Batman in one hand: Grandsons :) #Danny holding Martian Manhunter and Aquaman: Nephews :) #Danny holding Klarion and Nabu: Grandchildren :) #Danny holding all the speedsters: Siblings :) #Danny holding the League of Assassins & Captain Marvel & Green Lanterns: Children <3 #This could also work as a crossover with something else #It could be a crossover with anything they have no qualms with moving through dimensions and timelines

[luxaofhesperides]

We Are Robins meeting to Signal apprehending Danny ; requested by @zylev-blog!

“Hey, Danny. How are you feeling?”

Danny gives Duke a tired smile, his head falling back against the wall. He’s sitting up today, which is good. It’s definitely an improvement from the many days Danny was unable to do much but lie down and grit his teeth through the pain as Duke checked on the gunshot wound. It’s a good thing Danny’s a meta with a healing factor, or nothing Duke could have done would have saved him.

As it is, the wound was severe enough to keep Danny vulnerable and unable to move on his own without making it worse. Though Duke has looked, he hasn’t had any luck in finding whoever did this to Danny. He hasn’t brought it up to the rest of the We Are Robin gang, but only because Danny only let him help if he kept it between the two of them.

What’s another secret? If it lets him stay close to Danny and make sure he’s healing well, then he’ll keep quiet and carry on the search by himself. He’s got plenty of practice in doing things on his own.

“Busy out there?” Danny asks as Duke sits down next to him, dropping his backpack onto the ground. 

“Yeah, it’s tough with the cops after us, but someone needs to help Gotham and with Batman gone…”

A pained expression crossed Danny’s face. Eyeing him carefully, Duke opened his backpack and pulled out a few protein bars and sports drinks for him. Once Danny takes them and began eating one, Duke takes out the first aid kit, always kept at the bottom of the backpack, and sets it in front of Danny.

The most he can do is offer supplies and company at this stage of Danny’s healing. He gets twitchy and tense when Duke tries to tend to his wound, and seems to have plenty of practice in patching himself up. 

He didn’t answer when Duke commented on it once, so Duke let the matter drop. 

Metas may have legal protection, but that doesn’t stop people from targeting them. Duke has no intention of pushing Danny into remembering unpleasant things while he’s already wounded, hiding out in the upper corner of an abandoned warehouse taken over by a group of homeless people. Most aren’t inside during the day, choosing instead to be out with the rest of the city, which leaves them alone. 

Duke keeps an eye on the ground floor of the warehouse, making sure no one comes in while Danny tends to his wound. When he peeks back, he can see that it’s much smaller than it was the night Duke found him, crawling down an alley with one hand clutching his side, tears slipping down his face. There had been so much blood that Duke was sure he had just stumbled upon someone dying and froze, horrified. 

And then a shout down the road prompted him to move, hauling Danny up and helping him into the warehouse to hide. 

For a normal person, if it didn’t kill them, the wound would still be raw and bleeding, larger than any gunshot wound he’s seen before. But Danny’s wound is closing up quickly, no longer bleeding, the edges a healing pink.

It doesn’t look like it’s going to scar, either. 

“Think it’ll be all healed up by the end of the week?”

Danny glances up, then continues covering it with new bandage, large enough to cover the entire wound. “Hopefully,” he says. “Then I’ll be out of your hair and can figure out a way to get home.”

“Your folks gonna look out for you?”

“Probably. I’m not planning on telling them, though, since they’ll get way too overprotective. The only reason they’re not tearing Gotham apart looking for me is because I came here with my godfather and he told them we’d be gone for two weeks. Can’t believe he tried to kill me on day one…”

“Your godfather tried to kill you?”

“Yeah. Not personally, or anything, but he definitely hired the guy who shot me. Though he also yelled at him for shooting me? Not sure what that’s about, but I never trusted the guy and he didn’t try to help me afterwards when I ran away, so. You know.”

Duke wants to have a conversation with Danny’s godfather. Maybe bring the other Robins along to make sure the message sinks in: Don’t touch Danny.

But Danny, acting so casual about his godfather trying to kill him, would be unhappy about it, and Duke would really rather be able to take care of him than be shut out for trying to take control of the situation.

“Shit, man, that sucks,” he offers, instead of prying for details so he can hunt down his godfather. “You want a hug or something? I can’t really do much else, but if it can make you feel better about all this…”

Danny brightens and shoves the first aid kit away, his shirt (one of Duke’s old ones he offered up to replace the bloodstained one) falling to cover the bandage. “Please. I would love a hug, dude, I don’t remember the last time I felt so lonely.”

Carefully, Duke wraps his arms around Danny, leaning back so Danny could relax fully and not worry about holding himself up. Danny sighs into the hug, going fully limp as he drops his forehead onto Duke’s shoulder.

“Thanks for this. And everything,” Danny says some time later. He doesn’t move to pull away, so Duke stays as he is, watching the weak sunlight slowly move across the warehouse as it spills in from dirty windows. 

“You don’t need to thank me. I mean, I’m a Robin.” He brings up a hand to tap a finger against the R embroidered into his jacket. “It’s what we’re here for.”

.

.

.

It’s been years since he saw Danny. After he was fully healed, Duke helped him get to city limits, watching as he boarded a bus and disappeared down the road, leaving his life just as suddenly as he entered it.

After spending so much time together, quiet hours of stillness just looking out for each other, his life feels emptier without Danny in it. He knew it wouldn’t last, that Danny would go home eventually, but it didn’t make the parting any easier.

Even now, as Signal, taking a break from going on missions with the Outsiders to spend some time with the Bats, his thoughts drift towards Danny, wondering if he’s alright. In his darker moments, he wonders if Danny’s godfather has tried to kill him again, if he’s succeeded. In calmer, happier moments, he remembers Danny’s quiet stories about his family, his town, all his dreams and hopes for the future, remembers the easy company and how Danny didn’t look at him with pity when talked about his parents, just quiet and contemplative. 

Sometimes, he can’t resist the urge to look him up, but there are so many Danny’s out there that he doesn’t know where to start. He never got Danny’s last name or learned when he came from.

It’s not like he can just ask the Bats for help finding a guy he knew for two weeks before he ever joined them. They’re all busy with their own missions, and definitely don’t have time for Duke’s reminiscing. 

“Just caught sight of the truck entering city limits,” Oracle says in his ear. “It’s heading towards the Coventry.”

“On it. Any movement from the mobs?”

“None yet. I expect this to change soon. Red Hood and Black Bat are patrolling nearby if you need backup.”

“Got it. Signal out.”

His comline shuts with a little click, and then he’s grappling over the roof tops, keeping an eye on the roads in search of the truck. He doesn’t have time to think of Danny anymore, not when a shipment of new, experimental weapons is passing through Gotham. Spoiler had heard a few whispers of it and Red Robin helped find more solid details; the mobs are all looking to take the shipment for themselves in an attempt to get the upper hand in the nonstop fight for control of Gotham’s streets. 

It’s passing through during the day, visible and a good move to keep from being ambushed at night, but it’s not enough to stop mobs hoping to take out their competition with new weapons. Duke enters the Coventry just as his comline beeps once and Oracle begins giving him specific directions, along with a brief description of what the truck looks like. 

Apparently, the weapons are being moved in a U-Haul rental truck. That is… certainly a Choice™ to make for moving weapons around the country.

He follows it from the rooftops, but nothing happens. The truck passes through the Coventry without incident and takes a turn that keeps it away from Crime Alley and the Bowery. It gets to the middle of East End then pulls to a stop in the parking lot of a diner. 

Two people get out and stretch, then head in to get something to eat.

It would be the perfect time for someone to break in. Duke pulls the light over himself, manipulating it to make him disappear from sight as he looks down from the edge of the rooftop, tense and prepared for anything.

He almost doesn’t see it at first. It’s just a flicker, a flash of color, a shift in the shadows across the street. But he does see it, even if he can’t find it again, and drops down from the roof, creeping towards the truck.

Duke waits, holding his breath, off to the side of the parking lot. 

A minute passes. And then a figure materializes out of thin air, floating right behind the truck. All Duke can see is white hair and a black body suit; they’re either a meta or an alien, but either way, Duke is ready to take them down.

The figure lifts their hands and a bolt of neon green energy hits the truck, melting the back and leaving a large hole that gives them direct access to the weapons. And then they shoot again, destroying the weapons.

“Phantom!” someone shouts, and the truck driver comes tearing out of the restaurant, a white gun in his hand. His companion follows, her gun also out, and the begin shooting. 

Phantom dodges the blasts, then vanishes from sight. He reappears behind them a moment later, tackling back of them into the side of the truck. 

“No you don’t!” Duke say, rushing forward as he pulls at the shadows around him then sends them racing towards Phantom, restraining them. The driver and his companion collapse onto the ground, groaning weakly, and Duke grits his teeth. “O, send someone to look after the people moving the weapons. Apprehending an attacker now.”

He doesn’t wait to hear a response, tightening the shadow’s grip on Phantom, who struggles fiercely.

“We can do this the hard way, or the easy way,” he says, pulling Phantom closer to him.

Phantom doesn’t answer. They just scream, the force of it making Duke fall back. His shadows dissipate, and Phantom flies up.

“Get back here!”

Duke gives chase, dropping in and out of shadows, throwing some at Phantom in the hopes of catching him again. But Phantom is fast and it takes all he has to keep up as they cross Gotham.

He thought Phantom was flying around blindly, but the way they move across the roofs and then through the streets are too confident, too focused to be anything other than someone with a destination in mind. But where? Where could they be going? If they’ve been in Gotham, then Duke would have heard of them.

A flying, powerful meta with a multitude of powers? Yeah, he would have known about them.

Phantom flies through a wall and Duke curses, going onto the roof and looking around, waiting to see them fly out. But they don’t and Duke finds a broken skylight to drop in from, landing on the support beams of the warehouse, well above the ground.

He knows the warehouse, he realizes suddenly. It’s the warehouse Danny hid in while he was healing. Duke hasn’t been back in years.

“Just listen to me, please,” a voice says behind him, and Duke tense, spinning around to face Phantom, floating just out of reaching distance. “Those weapons are dangerous. No one should have them, it’s why I had to destroy them. Please, you can’t let them get those weapons out.”

Duke stares. Something about Phantom is familiar. The shape of his face, maybe. His voice. Maybe it’s just because he’s in the warehouse again, with someone pleading for his help.

Maybe it’s all in his mind.

“Danny?”

Phantom flinches, floating back a few inches. “What— How—”

“What happened? Is it your godfather again?”

“My— Duke? Is that you?!”

He definitely shouldn’t be doing this, but Danny’s here. Danny’s here in front of him, needing help, and he doesn’t need the Signal. He needs Duke.

He pulls off his helmet and lifts his bare face to Danny.

“Oh,” Danny breathes. “Well. I guess I should have known you’d be a hero. Can you help me one last time?”

“Yeah, of course Danny. Tell me what you need.”

“Those weapons, they were first made to kill me and others like me. It’s a whole thing I don’t have time to explain. But they’ve been changed to affect humans, all types of people, as well. I can survive a few hits from those weapons, but for most people, it would kill them instantly. I need to destroy all of them and stop any further production before the rest of the world gets a hold of them.”

“That’s why you—”

“They have to be destroyed,” Danny says. “And the people making and selling them need to be stopped. I can’t do it on my own. I’ve tried, but…”

“I’ll help,” Duke says, “I’ll help. This is a big enough problem to bring the Outsiders into it. Or the Bats, but they like to stay in Gotham.”

Danny floats closer, looking painfully relieved. “Really? They’ll be able to put an end to this?”

Duke reaches for him. “Yeah. they can do it. I’ll make sure of it.”

Danny’s feet land on the support beam as his hand meets Duke’s. They balance above the rest of the warehouse, drinking in the sight of each other. Duke rubs his thumb over Danny’s knuckles in soothing circles and watches as the tension begins to fall away from Danny’s shoulders.

“Duke,” he whispers, “I’ve missed you—”

The door below is kicked open, and a gunshot rings out. 

Moving on instinct, Duke tackles Danny, wrapping him up in his arms as they fall off the support beam. They hit the ground hard, rolling a bit, and Duke tucks Danny into his chest, bodily protecting him.

“Narrows!” 

The Red Hood stands over him, menacing, a gun pointed at him. 

“Hood?” He loosens his grip on Danny. “What the hell was that for?” 

“Thought you needed back up. You chased after our guy and lost your helmet, I think I’m right to be a little worried about you. So, who’s this?” There’s a hard edge to his voice, and Duke realizes with a sinking heart that all anyone else sees is an aggressor, a meta who attacked a truck full of weapons, attacked two people, and had to be chased down by the Signal. Jason’s seeing a threat and acting accordingly, putting Duke’s safety first. 

And with his helmet off, identity clear, Danny’s even more dangerous now that he has this knowledge.

“I’m sorry,” Danny whispers to Duke. He doesn’t have time to ask for what? before Danny’s shooting another beam of green energy at Jason then taking off, flying through the roof and out of sight.

“Shit,” Jason mutters, straightening up from where he ducked to avoid being hit, then puts his gun away and kneels next to Duke. “You alright? Why’d you let him go? I thought you had him.”

“I’m fine. He’s not… He wasn’t going to hurt me. He just needed help.”

“Sure. And what are you not telling me?”

“I knew him. He’s a good person, but he’s been in danger for a long time. This was him trying to protect others from what he went through.”

Jason takes off the helmet and stares at him. Then he sighs and reaches a hand down to help Duke to his feet. “Alright,” he says, “Let’s head back to the truck. You have until then to convince me that they’re the problem, and if they are, then I’ll help you blow up more of their weapons.” He claps a hand on Duke’s shoulder, then pulls his helmet back on. “Grab your helmet. We’re wasting daylight, Narrows.”

There’s nothing else he can do, no way to search for Danny when there are other leads to chase, so Duke grapples up to the catwalk where his helmet landed and grabs it.

Just before he puts it on, he sees a flicker of white just outside the window he’s facing. He ducks his head to hide a smile. It’s almost like he’s stepped back in time; Danny’s here in Gotham, needing help and asking for it in the warehouse. 

And though so much has changed in those years, there’s still one thing that Duke will ensure never changes: he’s Danny’s hero. Above Robin, or Signal, or anything else, Duke is Danny’s hero.

This time, he has the power to actually help Danny. He’s going to make sure no one ever hurts Danny again.

“Let’s go,” he says, jumping back down to Jason, helmet on. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know.”

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dp x dc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #gotta be honest i do Not know much abt the We Are Robin movement. have yet to read those comics.... #also this definitely deviated a bit from your prompt. sorry!! still hope i got the main things you wanted to see #duke being dannys hero is something so special to me... #also it is his parents selling weapons and blueprints and things to the giw which is then given to the military for new weapons #a truly terrible pipeline #duke and jason and whoever else joins will find the source of the weapons. break into the fenton home. and dannys just there eating toast #in his pjs like. um hi guys did u need something? (and staring at duke like DUDE HELLO WTF??) #a mess of a situation :) not gonna write it bc i know it would get away from me and get so long #thanks for the prompt!!

[5sospenguinqueen]

Ominis: You’re grounded! I am grounding you. No Library.

Sebastian: But I need the library for homework and for Anne.

Ominis: Fine. Then no Hogsmeade.

Sebastian: How am I going to get school supplies.

Ominis: Then… No MC.

MC: (stepping forward) What? No MC?!

Ominis: No MC!

MC: (to Sebastian) Nice going, butthead

#hogwarts #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes #source: teen wolf #hogwarts legacy drabble #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy prompt #hogwarts legacy headcanon #hogwarts legacy one shot #hogwarts legacy fluff #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow prompt #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow drabble #sebastian sallow fluff #ominis imagine #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt drabble #ominis gaunt imagine #ominis #ominis x mc #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt

[gayofthefae]

Will doesn't wish Mike liked him back, he wishes he wasn't gay. And I think about that.

#stranger things #will byers is gay #source: when i first watched 4x02 before being prompted with the idea of mike reciprocating instead of 'why didn't they write mike to like #im back' i asked 'why did they write him to like mike' #going back in time before even conceptualizing a future solution or way out #imagine HIS mental block #will byers #byler

[multifandom-disaster]

In Tim robin days Tim Drake: *calls Dick Grayson* Hey, are you busy right now? Dick Grayson: A little bit. Why? Tim Drake: Oh, no worries. Nothing important. *5 hours later* Dick Grayson: You were in jail?! Why didn't you say anything?! Tim Drake: You were busy! Jason ver.

#incorrect quotes #batbros #batkids #batboys #batfamily #batfam #incorrect batman quotes #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect batboys quotes #dick grayson #tim drake #nightwing #red robin #robin #dick & tim #not a prompt #source: tumblr

[incorrectbatfam]

Tim: Cass is suspicious. And I, for one, do not want to wake up dead.

Jason: I can’t believe I have to say this again: you cannot wake up and be dead.

#source: dialogue prompt #tim drake #red robin #jason todd #red hood #cassandra cain #orphan #batfamily #incorrect batfamily quotes #batfam #batboys #batbros #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman family #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #dc comics #tw death mention

[repmet]

@rwrbmovie & @rwrbsource’s rwrbweek: Day 4 | Little Detail

#red white and royal blue #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry hanover stuart fox #princess beatrice #alex claremont diaz #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez #ellie bamber #rwrbedit #rwrb movie #rwrb source #idk why this prompt like #immediately made me think of these moments #but uhhh #the deliberateness of including alex specifically saying he wouldn't tell anyone but henry these things #and henry saying he loved how no one gawked at him in the v&a #then the emails leaking and those specific pictures leaking #i guess the detail here is pain #rwrbweek