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noisilyscreechingsong · 8 months

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Without the levels of ectoplasm Amity Park has, the rest of the world was filled with other, weaker forms of ‘ghosts’ called shades. Danny finds his purpose of protecting comes in all kinds of forms. This is useful when he finds a challenge in Gotham.

Warning: violence, murder, probably something else. Proceed with caution.

Danny has noticed when he left Amity Park and went to places that didn’t have ambient ectoplasm, he saw lots of shades. They were outlines of the people they once were, mere shadows of themselves. It wasn’t a soul per se. He was close to believing his parents when they said ghosts were just impressions of emotions in ectoplasm.

These shades couldn’t really hold a conversation with him, if they even noticed he was speaking to them. Some mumbled things under their breath, some moaned or screamed randomly, and others didn’t utter a sound. What he figured out over time was that they were actually attached to things or people. Not like a child is attached to their favorite toy, but physically couldn’t go far from whatever it was.

He’s seen shades attached to the places they died in, or perhaps a favorite object that was important to them, but the most interesting were the shades attached to people.

It was a small game of his to figure out who that person was to the shade. A child, a caretaker, a friend. He once saw a nurse who had some shades following her with smiles. It became less fun when he found his first serial killer. It was an older man carrying an oxygen tank behind him and surrounded by at least half a dozen young women shades. They wore expressions of sadness and anger and fear. He could recognize trauma when he sees it. Danny just stood frozen for a while, just watching this man pull out his oxygen to smoke a cigarette. He didn’t really know how to feel other than a cold fury that made his mind worryingly quiet.

“Whatchu lookin at, boy?” The old man snapped.

Danny just stared back into the dark and arrogant eyes. Then he looked up to the women who blinked back.

“You will have him soon. Then you can rest.”

They seem to understand, turning again to stare at the back of the man’s head with such expressions any other person seeing them would have screamed and run away as fast as they could. Danny did neither.

“Who you talking to?”

Danny stares back at the man who shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

“You’ll see soon enough,” he answers coldly before turning and walking away.

That was the first of more than he cared to find. Some he approached. Some he just stared at knowingly, watching the killers squirm under his intense gaze. Some he had to restrain himself from killing to avenge the victims hovering over their shoulder. One or two he didn’t hold himself back. His first was a woman actually, with children and toddlers clinging to her back like they didn’t understand how else to process what she did to them other than by staying close.

Danny followed her home. She ran a daycare from it. He couldn’t let it happen again. She wasn’t as old as the man with the oxygen tank, she had several more years before she died naturally. He needed to end it then. And he did.

He didn’t say one word to her or answer any of her angry questions as he plunged his hand into her chest and squeezed. Her heart burst like a water balloon and he cringed at the feeling. She died quickly and he waited for her shade to form.

When it did, the children didn’t know what to do. They were innocents, they weren’t like the young women waiting for their killer to die so they could rip him to shreds viciously. They hovered and flicked around excitedly. And when her shade finally formed and predictably turned on the children, snapping and reaching out with clawed hands to quiet them permanently, Danny stepped in to protect, like he always did. He bit and tore until there was nothing left.

He had seen shades and ghosts ‘move on’ before. Where they finally felt like they didn’t have to stay and they just faded contently, going where Danny couldn’t follow. Seeing all of the children disappear with laughs and smiles was the most bittersweet experience he could remember.

He cried himself to sleep that night.

So after traveling for a while and stumbling upon a glum city with far too many shades, he was a little overwhelmed. Never before had he seen so many in one place, other than the Zone of course. He couldn’t just leave, he needed to help as many as he could. For the first time in a rough while, Danny settled into one place, Gotham.

Over a couple weeks he helped as many as he could while working at some fast food place during the day and a weird bar at night.

Things were busy but manageable until one evening he was kidnapped and held hostage along with a dozen other people in some mad man’s scheme. He wasn’t particularly invested, knowing the Bats were going to come save them, that is until he actually saw the man, or more specifically the number of shades surrounding the man. This was Joker. It had to be. He never had a face to the name until today, but the shades that he spoke to the gave half answers to exactly three questions before becoming disinterested about half the time brought up Joker. Even the ones that weren’t in the building, must have been killed by this man. He wasn’t just a serial killer, he was a mass murderer.

Danny knew what he had to do.

With the Joker’s goons distracted with his presentation, the clown laughing into a camera that was apparently live, it wasn’t hard to escape his bonds and then borrow a gun he ‘found’.

He took aim.

“Boss, behind you!” One of the men shouted from behind the camera.

Joker turns with a wide grin and Danny doesn’t hesitate to pull the trigger.

Three shots ring out in the open space, the other hostages scream, and the goons shout urgently. Three holes are now in the Joker’s chest, the purple suit slowly staining an ugly brown. The Joker falls, allowing the camera (and everyone watching) to show the face of the teenage murderer.

Danny doesn’t even notice, his wide eyes on the body, gun pointed to the floor. He watches the beginnings of a shade form and he can feel more shades gather around with anticipation.

A window shatters before the goons can figure out what to do now that their employer is dead. They run as the Bats descend upon them, one freeing the hostages and another directing them outside where it’s safe.

The shade is almost formed and Danny catches himself from leaning in with the rest of the shades. They weren’t victims right now, they were hungry wolves prepared to bite and rip and tear apart.

“Hey, kid, I’m gonna need you to hand that over okay? You’re safe now, no one’s gonna hurt you,” Danny hears one of the vigilantes tell him, slowly moving closer.

Danny doesn’t pay the man any mind, not even twitching in his direction. The shade was formed. It was whole and disgusting and ugly. The rest of what made up the Joker started to laugh. Just that awful noise triggered the other shades into action, flying so fast at the grinning face the shade chokes and that ear-piercing laugh turned into a scream.

Danny feels the cold metal be removed from his loose grip at his side. That’s okay, he didn’t need it anymore. The monster was being slain right in front of him. He was glad he didn’t have to intervene like he had to with the children, Danny didn’t want to touch that thing.

“He’s in shock,” the vigilante says to someone else.

“Let Gordon take care of it. Zip tie his hands, he might be a danger to himself or others when he snaps out of it,” came a different voice, younger.

“Red,” the man hisses. “He’s a kid. He’s just scared.”

“Scared people do dumb things, N.”

Danny hears a sigh before his numb hands are gently tugged behind his back and he hears the shick of plastic tighten around his wrists. He doesn’t bother struggling as he’s more preoccupied watching the scene end as there is nothing left of the clown shade to tear apart anymore. The shades all around seem to settle and accept what just happened. Their murderer was gone. They were finally free.

One by one they started disappearing into the Aftermore until the effect was exponential. More and more until he couldn’t see any anymore, but he could feel shades fading throughout the whole city.

Danny doesn’t really remember what happened after that, too focused on the change in atmosphere all throughout Gotham. He could feel it, feel them.

Maybe he was in shock like the guy said. One minute he’s staring at the body of the man he killed on shaky knees and then the next time he blinks he’s in a chair in the police station, metal handcuffs keeping him to the table and an older gentleman with a grey mustache in the seat opposite him.

The man looks at him from over his glasses.

“You with me, kid?”

Danny nods.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Danny stares back.

“I shot the Joker,” he answers simply.

The man nods.

“Do you understand that he is dead?”

Danny blinks.

“I’d be concerned if he wasn’t.”

The man pauses and then shrugs a nod.

“That’s fair.” He looks at the teenager and sighs heavily. “My name is Commissioner Jim Gordon. I am in charge of this case and I need your statement of what happened. We already did this but I don’t think you were all there, so I’m going to read your Miranda rights again, okay?”

Danny nods and then listens to the man recite words that he says he understands. He tells Mr. Gordon what he knew and what happened (withholding the pieces of information that were ghostly) and then signs a piece of paper that reiterates what he just explained as well as a confession that he shot and killed the man known as Joker in the act of being a Good Samaritan as well as self defense.

All of this was just legality. Mr. Gordon assured him no one was actually going to prosecute him, not even the state to be honest, for the Joker’s murder. In the eyes of pretty much the rest of the city and the world, it was a public service.

It was unfortunate he couldn’t just go home after that. No, of course Mr. Gordon found out Danny didn’t have parents (that he knew of) and legally couldn’t just release him back to the abandoned hotel where he lives alone. Danny works, he has money for food and the laundry mat, he doesn’t really need anything else.

It would have been as simple as handing him over to one of the boy’s homes if, you know, Danny wasn’t the one to kill the most hated man in Gotham.

So Mr. Gordon calls someone and Danny sits tight, drinking a soda and eating some chips, both from the vending machine. He was just glad his handcuffs were off.

Danny has been at the station for hours by the time Mr. Gordon comes back with a well dressed man who was tall and big. Honestly the guy kinda reminds him of his dad. Danny represents a shiver.

“Son, this is Bruce Wayne. He’s taken in a couple other boys in their time of need. I think you’ll find you’ll fit in well with his many children,” the Commissioner explains with a tight smile.

Danny tilts his head, looking behind the man to the man and woman duo who hold hands while staring at the man lovingly. He parents probably from the rumors. Maybe he’ll try talking to them later.

“Wayne as in like The Bruce Wayne? Like Wayne Enterprises?”

The man smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Yes, that Bruce Wayne. Nice to meet you, Daniel.”

“It’s Danny. Just Danny.”

“My butler, Alfred, just made some cookies. If we’re lucky, there will still be some left over.”

Danny perks up. Sweet! Cookies!

“You have a butler? Wack. But cookies are a yes. Let’s go! Are we done, Mr. Gordon?”

Mr. Wayne seems to blink at his easy behavior, like he was surprised Danny was so okay after just killing a man. Mr. Gordon just smiles at him, but Danny can see the concern in his eyes.

“You can go, but remember you have mandatory therapy that Mr. Wayne will make sure you get to. It’s only for three months but more sessions will be added on if you don’t cooperate so keep that in mind,” the man warns.

Danny gives the man a two finger salute.

“Roger roger!” He turns to Mr. Wayne. “Can we go now?”

“Sure.”

Turns out Alfred the butler left aside two delicious chocolate chip cookies for him. He munches on them as he observes the others in the house, but mostly the shades attached to them and the feeling of death-touched from a few of them. The one the feeling was coming from the most is the first to hug him tightly and thank him for killing the Joker.

Oh.

“Was he the one that killed you?” Danny asks without thinking it through.

The arms tighten around him and there is a collective silence as the words register. Then lots and lots of questions and suspicious looks.

It was a very long night.

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minty364 · 5 months

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DPXDC Prompt #101

Danny and his parents were invited to Gotham so they could show one of their latest inventions to Tim and Bruce at Wayne industries. Of course this is the Fentons we’re talking about and something goes wrong during the demonstration. Danny and Tim swap bodies and chaos ensues. Danny finds out about Bruce’s and Tim’s identities after Bruce doesn’t realize they swapped at first and drives right into the bat cave. Danny tells Bruce they need to kidnap Tim since he doesn’t know how to control Danny’s powers and doesn’t want to risk him getting caught by his parents. Tim right before getting kidnapped by his own family figures out Danny is part ghost and is horrified that he lives with ghost hunter parents.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #writing prompt #poor danny #Tim and Danny body swap #body swap #body switch #Danny’s parents invention doesn’t work like they wanted #tim is so done

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thethirdtriplet · 6 months

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Title: Mentor Tim

It was meant to be a simple mission.

Is what Red Robin was told, when he was summoned to the watchtower, and asked to intervene on a mission gone wrong, a mission that was meant to be handled by a bunch of teenagers, and while Tim wasn’t much of a fan of the justice league (maybe he was still salty about the whole not believing Bruce was alive thing, which was years ago, but his therapist said it was healthy to admit how you feel about things and people, so yeah he was still salty) and preferred taking on missions assigned from the Titans, he couldn’t not agree to the mission when he heard of the team that was assigned.

Young Justice.

Tim wasn’t aware there was even a Young Justice team still operational, as the hero community kept growing so has the number of sidekicks, he assumed all teens and sidekicks became teen titans, but then why would anyone dump their kids in Young Justice? With the team’s… eccentric reputation, Tim doubted it would ever be operational again.

That was until he read their files himself.

Name: Leonard.

Age: 15

Hero name: Iron knight.

Nationality: Irish.

Skin colour: Pale white.

Hair colour: Red.

Eye colour: Brown.

The ability to harden his body into a metallic texture.

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Name: Keith.

Age: 16

Hero name: Ronin.

Nationality: Japanese, American.

Skin colour: White.

Hair colour: Black.

Eye colour: Black

Trained samurai from birth.

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Name: Peter.

Age: 14

Hero name: Void.

Nationality: British.

Skin colour: White.

Hair colour: Blonde.

Eye colour: Blue.

The ability to create portals.

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Name: Nickolas.

Age: 16

Hero name: Magus.

Nationality: French, American.

Skin colour: White.

Hair colour: Brown.

Eye colour: Green.

Magic user.

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Name: Mateo.

Age: 15

Hero name: Surge.

Nationality: Mexican, American.

Skin colour: Tan skin.

Hair colour: Black.

Eye colour: Brown.

The ability to absorb high amounts of energy, and redirect it.

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Name: Sofia.

Age: 15

Hero name: Ghost.

Nationality: Italian.

Skin colour: Pale White.

Hair colour: Brown.

Eye colour: Hazel.

The ability to turn invisible, and walk through walls.

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Name: Amara.

Age: 13

Hero name: Whisper.

Nationality: Russian.

Skin colour: Pale White.

Hair colour: Blonde.

Eye colour: Grey.

Trained assassin from birth.

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Name: Amber.

Age: 15

Hero name: Blaze.

Nationality: American.

Skin colour: White

Hair colour: Brown. (Dyed orange at the ends)

Eye colour: Brown.

The ability to create flames.

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Those were probably the driest files Tim’s ever read, he knows supervillains with files less vague than these, so he had to do more research himself, reading into more personal details about each member it wasn’t hard to realise that each kid had their own issues, issues apparently no one was interested in dealing with, because the kids had no official mentor, they had been trained for some time from different leaguers, but that’s it.

Black canary has been working with them for some time now, for hand to hand combat, and as a licensed therapist, but there’s only so much she can do for those kids, seeing as most of them had been mistreated their whole lives, mostly by adults, it wouldn’t be surprising for them to be mistrustful.

That’s how Tim found himself, on a jet (that may or may not be the batjet, just don’t tell Bruce), headed to help those kids with their mission.

Once he arrived at the warehouse, he observed the situation from above, through a skylight, and watched as disaster unfolded right before his eyes. The kids were incredibly uncoordinated, some were arguing amongst themselves, while others seemed as though they had no understanding of the word teamwork, just when the goons they were meant to be fighting began to get the upper hand, did Tim join the fight.

His appearance halted most, if not all movement from both sides of the fight, he used that to his advantage and struck the men, taking them down one by one, as he shouted commands for the young teens to follow. Once the young heroes realised he wasn’t a threat, they took action almost immediately, following through on his instructions religiously.

As the last goon was zip-tied, Red Robin was approached by one of the teens, Surge (Mateo).

“Uhh.. Red Robin, ..sir?” Asked the boy

“Yes, Surge?”

“W-what are you doing here?”

“I was asked by the justice league to intervene on your mission, seeing as you weren’t able to complete it yourselves.” Red Robin replied Non-condescendingly.

Blaze (Amber) scoffed and said “As if the Justice League cared.”

Red Robin’s attention was turned to her as he spoke “What do you mean by that?”

As if opening a can of soda that’s been shaken too much, she spoke with relentless fury “Well if they cared, really cared they’d show it, wouldn’t they!? They’re not even pretending to care at this point! Heck the only leaguer we talk to regularly is Black Canary, but that’s for hand to hand and therapy, other than that no one comes around unless they have to, and even when they do, they don’t even bother hiding the fact that they’d rather be anywhere else if it meant they wouldn’t have to deal with us!” By the end of her tirade, she was trembling, with hatred, anger and…hurt..

“You’re right” the words left his mouth before his mind even registered he was speaking, not that his words weren’t true.

( The scene before him, of a group of children that felt abandoned, neglected and lonely, came from a very familiar play )

The atmosphere shifted as all eyes landed on Red Robin, as he spoke, he knew they were listening to his words ( it wasn’t everyday that someone actually understood you, as a teenager, let alone an adult ), “You’re right, the Justice League, has wronged, mistreated and neglected you, in more ways than just training, they’ve failed to acknowledge your presence, despite your need of proper guidance” no one spoke so he continued, “That is a mistake on their end, no yours, and so, it shouldn’t be you who suffers in the end. That wouldn’t be fair to you” silence still echoed as no one dared interrupt him, “I will bring this up with the league as soon as I return to the Watchtower.” (Is it just him or did he sound a little bit ‘adulty’? His therapist would be so proud).

His eyes soften and so did his voice as he took in the sight of the tired worn out teenagers, before him, “But for now I should take you all back to your headquarters, you seem like you need you need a nice hot meal, a warm shower and a good nights sleep, you’ve sure as hell earned it”. The kids seemed taken aback by his suggestion, as if they hadn’t expected him to suggest what he did, but none of them objected. Void (peter), spoke, “The Justice League sent us an automated jet, to get us here”, he was rubbing the back of his neck with his hands, “We don’t really know how to get back...?" He added awkwardly. “No worries, my jet is big enough to fit all of you just fine” said Tim, smugly. “Is that so? Is your jet that big?” Ronin (Keith), asked curious. “That depends, have any of you seen a Bat-jet before?”, Tim swore he could see stars in their -masked- eyes.

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Mount Justice -apparently their base of operations- is in mint condition, thankfully (he was going to have words with the league if it wasn’t), looking around it’s obvious the kids haven’t been comfortable enough to mess around with the place (he’ll have to change that).

In a way it’s quite nostalgic, to walk around in his old h.q., though there’s still a few differences compared to back then, Like the brood of ducklings kids that are currently staring at him. “So.. are you guys gonna order something, or does one of you know how to cook?” Asked Tim, “Some of us can cook just fine, but we’re too tired to do so, sir” Magus (Nickolas) spoke, evidently wary in the presence of an adult, but still attempting to be polite.

“Y’know I could just order something for you guys.”, suggested Tim, “No, no need we can order for ourselves just fine.” replied Iron knight (Leonard), “I insist. Tell me what you’re in the mood for, pastas, burgers, pizza?” Once he noticed them perk up at the mention of pizza, he began to scroll through the numbers on his phone, searching for that one pizza place he liked as a teen (the one he used to order from, for the team, man he missed those idiots, he should reach out to them soon).

“Are you sure, sir? There’s no need for you to order for us.” Questioned Ghost (Sofia), “Yes, I’m sure, what toppings do you guys want?”, they suggested he order only one pizza with no toppings, which he immediately shut down, and even threatened to choose the toppings himself (“Do you want me to put pineapples on your pizza’s? Don’t test me, now choose.”), once almost everyone chose the topping for their own pizza, he turned to the only occupant of the room that hadn’t spoken, “And what about you, Whisper, what do you want?”, the girl in question -who had been observing him, silently for quite some time now, is she assessing whether or not he’s a threat?- Peter spoke for her “Uhh.. She can’t talk, she’s mute..”, “Black Canary’s brought her a few teachers for a while, but she didn’t like them much, so she stopped showing up to lessons after a while.” Mateo added.

The hesitant-comfortable atmosphere they’ve had for some time now almost broke, as all the teens looked to him, as if gaging his reaction, all in defensive stances (Tim had to hand it to them, for being willing to defend their teammate, against someone who was probably way out of their league), calmly, he spoke “No worries, I know a bit of sign myself”, “Though, I am a bit rusty” he added, bashfully.

Hesitantly, Amara lifted her hand to finger spell ‘C h e s e’, “Oh, just cheese, sure.” said Tim, the once tense atmosphere returned to it’s semi-calmness, as the teens sighed in relief, (seriously, what did they expect him to do, judge her?).

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Tim stayed with the team, up until the food arrived, they were all lounging in the ‘living room’ (it was just a big circular area, that connected all the rooms together, that you had to pass to enter a bedroom, it had couches and sofas), Tim observed the teens, as they helped themselves, with their pizzas, some even opted to shed a few items of clothing, while others, changed out of their costumes completely, politely they began a bit of small talk to pass the time as they waited the foods arrival, at some point the topic of hero’s came up, which then somehow led to a very heated discussion as to which hero could take down who.

Tim -Red Robin at the moment- who had spent an ungodly amount of time analysing various hero’s, old and new, their fighting styles, their abilities, strengths and weaknesses, and has written contingencies for most, if not all of them, was more than happy to share his findings. Especially since they seemed so interested in the topic, and whatever Tim -Red Robin- had to say about the heroes? Well, Who was he to deny their curiosity.

He knew he made the right call, when it got the kids comfortable in his presence.

(Was he gossiping with a bunch of teens over heroes who are basically his coworkers? Yes. Yes, he was.)

“No way, Wonder Woman, is the best superhero, period” said Peter.

“Really? You think she’d win against Superman?” Asked Leonard, curiously.

“The Superman?” Questioned Sofia.

“What say you, Red?” Asked Keith.

Red Robin, or “Red” as they’ve taken to calling him, answered, “I’m with Void on this one.” Tim didn’t miss the way he basically preened at his words, “I’m pretty sure she can kick any leaguers ass, any day.”

“Even Batman..?” Asked Mateo, in a hushed tone, as if just speaking his name would summon him (it was amusing, but understandable).

“What do you think his contingencies are for?” Replied Red, with a Smirk.

“Isn’t he.. I don’t know, your boss or something” Asked Nickolas, confused.

“I like to think I’m my own boss, thanks” replied Tim. (He may, or may not get bullied into visiting the manor, regularly, by various members of the Batfamily, no one needs to know that, though.)

“What?” Asked Tim, when he noticed the sudden silence.

“Huh.” Said Amber, as if a realization had just dawned on her “You’re actually way cooler than I thought you’d be.”.

“Gee, thanks.” Deadpanned Tim.

“She is not wrong.” At Tim’s raised eyebrow, Keith elaborated, “All the leaguers we have met so far were not interested in our wellbeing.”

“Yeah, they’d just complete whatever task they have, with us, and just leave.” Nickolas added.

“I don’t remember if any of them ever asked if we were tired or hungry. Unlike you.” Sofia continued.

“None of them ever stayed long enough to even speak to us.” said Leonard.

“And when they did, we couldn’t have normal conversations like this one, all we did was have a mission debriefing.” spoke Peter.

“Or we wouldn’t say anything at all, incase we say something.. offensive in any way.” Finished Amber.

Amara simply nodded.

Tim felt his blood boil (is that a thing? Whatever, it didn’t matter as long as it described just how furious he was) “Is that so..?”

Tim kept processing their words, even as they transgressed onto another subject, though, he knew he couldn’t stay long, so he bid them farewell, to head back to the Watchtower -via zeta tube- and tried not to let their disappointment affect him (with what he has in mind, for them, their dissatisfaction with his departure won’t last long), he had a few senior league members to speak with about an adoption a mentorship request.

And he couldn’t wait a second longer.

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It took some getting used to, Tim will have to admit, for him and the team (his team now), to get used to their new relationship, as mentor and mentees.

The sudden announcement of his now mentorship over the teens, was made only a week after his hangout stay with the team, (it would have taken longer, had he not urged the senior league members to officiate it, and if he made a few, mild, harmless threats, to insure the job was done properly, Batman would be blamed for teaching him how to in-list fear), it did surprise the teens a bit, still, they took the news with stride (whether that was because they’ve never had an official mentor before, and were eager, or that they genuinely liked Red Robin, Tim isn’t sure).

Tim would like to point out, that they’ve made significant progress, in the last two months they’ve been working together.

They’re actually brilliant students, fast learners, always ready to try out a new training program, any chance they get, they soak up any knowledge he offers, like little sponges. They try to follow his teachings without fail, and even trust him when on missions, enough to let him lead them. They look to him for guidance when they need him, and he tries to always be there, to help (and maybe that’s what strengthened their new bond, the fact that he tries to be there, especially when they need him).

It wasn’t always as easy, not in the beginning, no. They liked him, Tim was sure of that, but liking someone doesn’t necessarily mean you trust them. Trust was something meant to be earned, not given. Tim had earned the right, to be trusted.

They trust him enough to act themselves around him. And just as they had gotten comfortable with him, did he realize why they were placed in YJ. He knew deep down, the reason stemmed from their traumatic backstories, strange powers, and ‘behavioral issues’ (talking back, is not a behavioral issue, fuck whoever wrote that in Amber’s file), Seeing as the team’s former members were regarded as “nutcases” by the media, it was a no wonder they would be placed there in the first place. Not that the kids tried proving anyone wrong (“Why waste time trying to show someone who you are, when they have already made up their mind, about you?” Those were the wise words of Keith, a young boy forced to mature faster than most teenagers, Tim could relate).

They were skilled, skilled boys and girls, using their gifts for good, to do good, and be good. They shouldn’t be criticized for being good. Just because they were.. creative with their skills, did he mention that? They’re incredibly creative with their skills, the stunts they pull would bring his old teams shenanigans to shame:

“How did you guys manage to burn and flood a building at the same time?!-”

Sometimes, he couldn’t help but wonder, why?

“-Is- is the building crumbling?! How did you do that?-”

Other times, he can’t help but wonder, how?

“Why in the world did you guys think this was a good idea, Surge?”

“Do you remember that one mission we did last week, when we discovered a secret lab, full of animals that were being experimented on?” Questioned, the boy.

“Yes, I do. But, what does that have to do with this?”

“We found out who owned that lab.”

The building -A Lexcorp building, mind you- blows up, promptly, after his admission.

“Void! I thought we told you to be careful with those!” admonishes, Blaze.

“My Bad!” apologized, Void.

“Ahh, I see, carry on.” Dismissed, Red Robin.

What? Yeah, so maybe he isn’t any better than they are, and he is might be the adult that’s in charge of them, But, who is he to stop them from doing their jobs, as hero’s?

And they’re applying what he taught them, in the field?

He couldn’t be any prouder.

“What’s going on here?” A new voice, interrupted his and Surge’s conversation. A new but familiar voice, actually. One that belongs to a certain Kryptonian.

Red Robin, and his students, that came up to him, not long after the building Burst to flames, turned around to witness Superboy (Conner Kent) descent from the skies, along with Wondergirl (Cassandra Sandmark), followed by Impulse (Bartholomew Allen) on land.

“Hey Rob!” Bart waved his hand so quickly, it fazed.

“Really, Rob, we leave you alone, to go on a mission off-planet, only to find out you’ve become a teacher?” Chides Cassie, fondly. Then, she states “And here I thought we were friends” putting a hand on her chest, were her heart is, feigning hurt.

“And look, he’s already causing trouble with them.” Conner points out, Bart adds “It’s like we don’t even know you anymore.” while wiping away a fake tear.

“Haha, very funny, you guys.” Deadpans Tim, though secretly amused.

“If you’re done with the theatrics.” He sends them a pointed look, before gesturing to the.. starstruck kids next to him (?), “Allow me to introduce to you, the newest Young Justice members.”

This was probably going to be the beginning of something beautiful, or incredibly disastrous… meh, he’ll let the universe decide, and just go with the flow.

#tim drake #mentorship #tim is so done #tim is a mentor

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 5 months

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Protective Nightwing Part 2

Tim would like to say that he didn't realize it would become a thing ok. He knows technically he is manipulating his big brother but honestly he's tired and his fucks ran out three murder attempts ago.

Ra Al Ghul is annoying he's easy to outwit usually and most of the time he is more interested in a chest match than actually killing Tim.

Today he had four board meetings, and had to stop ten fucking muggings he's tired, he's overwhelmed and he is worried he might actually start crying. Which can't happen.

Well Detective what are you gonna do?

Now this is when he usually detonates the bombs and gets stabbed, but he's not the only Bat Dick is literally a block over chatting about his plans for the weekend. He's feeling a bit petty and he might want a hug which is between him and his fucking monster at this point.

He looks at Ra pushing as much menace and you fucked up into his eyes as he can before opening his mouth.

Dick it's Ra shit I'm gonna fall please. Tears flowing smirk in place.

Ra backs up fear in his eyes as Tim moves to the edge of the roof.

Dick comes in swinging Ra is dangling over the roof while Tim pretends he just pulled himself up.

He growls I'm gonna drop you don't fucking test me as he lights him up with over 10,000 volts.

Tim maybe should have the mentioned the sedative Ra had stuck him with. The last thing Tim saw before passing out was Dicks smirk as he dropped Ra over the building.

Tim wakes up cacooned in a soft hoodie and wrapped around Dick who is softly humming as his fingers ran through his hair. He slips back to a nightmare free sleep guarded by his Robin.

#tim drake #batfamily #ra al ghul #jason todd #damian wayne #dick grayson #bamf dick grayson #Dick might have murdered Ra ain't no one saying shit #Dick also knows that they are playing it up he doesn't care he gets to cuddle and fuck people up he don't care #protective dick grayson #bruce wayne #bamf batfamily #batfam #bamf tim drake #tim is so done #chaotic tim drake #Tim is manipulative he knows it and he owns it #Tim also might want a hug and refuses to ask don't judge him #alfred pennyworth

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002yb · 7 months

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Tim becoming the unwilling look out for Jason and Dick because they don’t know the meaning of time and place.

Just Tim watching in complete disbelief as his brothers go stumbling into a hallways and cars and all the places they’re going to get caught.

Tim puts together an exposé on all of Dick and Jason's scandalous exploits. The powerpoint builds itself for how much material he gathers.

And Dick and Jason are good brothers about it. They sit through the hour and a half long presentation exposing them for being the exhibitionist degenerates they are, only - they're stifling laughter?

Tim: What? Jason: Quiet the hobby you've gotten into. Tim: *looks at screen of erotic photography* Dick: *wide smile because Tim just gave a 1.5 hr exposé on how Tim is a degenerate miscreant* Tim: (˵ಠ_ಠ˵) *abruptly cuts powerpoint and makes a break for it* Jason: *intervenes, holding Tim back against chest and cackling* Kinky fucker. ♡ Dick: *also cackling* You can get closer next time? ✧～(ゝᴗ ∂ )

#dickjay #timjay #dicktim #jaydick #tim is so done

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mcuxhp777 · 1 month

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Dick: Hypothetically, we're in It. What would we do?

Jason: Beat ever living shit out of It

Tim: Wait for him to eat me and take me into the deadlights

Dick: ...

Jason: ...

Dick: Tim, you wanna talk about it?

#batfam #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #incorrect quotes #tim is so done #jason isn't phased cuz he got used to it #dick's inner parent took over

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rookieoneil · 5 months

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*after Thanksgiving*

Lucy: I can never eat again

Aaron: i can’t even look at food right now

Angela: I made dessert!

Aaron: ooo I can eat some dessert

Lucy: me too, I’m in the mood for dessert

Tim: what is wrong with you two

#the rookie #lucy chen #tim bradford #chenford #eric winter #melissa oneil #incorrect the rookie qoutes #tim x lucy #angela lopez #nyla harper #aaron thorsen #tru valentino #thanksgiving #Lucy and Aaron #Tim is so done

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cubbiekins · 10 months

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Jason, pointing at Tim : Bruce, look me in the eyes and tell me that kid is okay.

*Tim, mixing in Monster and Red Bull with his coffee that has way more espresso shots than legally allowed*

Bruce : …He looks fin—

Jason : NO, HE FUCKING ISN’T. ARE YOU BLIND??

#batbros #dialogue prompt #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #Tim is so done #let him drink his abomination in peace #incorrect dc quotes

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daeringdragon · 8 months

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Mag100 is hilarious

#the SPIDERS THEYRE EVERYWHERE THEYRE FOLLOWING ME #JEREMY IS UNDER LONDON HAVING BIOWEAPONS TESTED ON HIM #IVE UNCOVERED A MASSIVE GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY #Tim is so done #the magnus archives

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robinsleeping · 1 month

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✨Timcore✨

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awhitehead17 · 9 months

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Lively Intermission

Tim & Jason, Sassy!Tim, Grumpy!Jason, Humour, Injuries.

Summary: What had been a quiet night quickly turns interesting when Tim stumbles upon an injured comrade, one who is less than happy to see him.

Enjoy! :D

Straddling his bike Tim takes a moment to breathe after dealing with a scuffle between two rival gang members. It wasn’t worth his time but it did break up what had been a quiet night so far. The guys weren’t even important gang members either, they were just being disruptive more than anything, and Tim dealt with them easily enough. He put them in their place and sent them on their way in opposite directions.

On his bike Tim brings up his communications map, scanning the area for something to do. It’s only half way through his patrol time but the night has been quiet. Something that is both a blessing and a curse. A quiet night is good because then they’re not dealing with anything astronomically dangerous but on the other hand a quiet night is boring.

Not seeing anything on his map Tim sighs and taps his ear piece. “O? I’m wrung dry here, you got anything for me?” He gets a quick confirmation from Babs on the line before she tells him she’ll get back to him shortly.

It’s as he’s waiting when something grabs his attention.

A drop of rain lands on his thumb. Dismissing it immediately Tim scowls as he cruses the weather. It wasn’t supposed to rain that night, stupid Gotham weather, it’s July, it’s not supposed to be raining this time of year. Another raindrop lands in the same place, this time this one seeming bigger than the last and unlike the last one it carries a smell Tim is all too familiar with.

Upon further inspection he finds that it’s not rain: it’s blood. A couple drops of blood had fallen onto him.

Becoming alert Tim tells O he’s got something and climbs off his bike in order to go and find where the blood is coming from. Looking above where he’s parked there’s a fire escape attached to the side of the building. As he looks up he watches as another drop falls from the sky and onto his bike where his hand had previously been. There’s no visible body on the fire escape so the blood could be from anything, it doesn’t matter though, Tim needs to go and investigate.

Jumping up onto the fire escape he begins searching around until he finds a small pool of blood on the first platform. The blood is on the edge and trickles down the side and off the metal to drop down below. It’s fresh and the iron smell is even stronger here than it had been at his bike. Glancing around further Tim spots a trail of blood leading up the stairs of the fire escape, the blood can be seen on both the stairs and the railing, whatever is bleeding it’s obviously been severely wounded. Tim follows the trail. He’s surprised yet not when he eventually finds himself up on the roof of the building.

At first there’s nothing to see on the roof. It looks as deserted as it normally would be, however the blood still continues along the roof towards the air conditioning unit installed there. This is where Tim sees the trail bend around the unit and out of sight, whatever is bleeding may be behind the unit.

Unknowing what he’s about to approach Tim extends his bo staff and carefully approaches the unit being sure to keep his steps as light as possible. As he gets closer he spots what looks like legs sticking out followed by a body and a very familiar uniform…

“Hood?” Tim breathes out unsure on what he’s seeing.

Jason is the one wounded and bleeding all over the place?

Tim drops his defensive stance and puts his weapon away and walks around the unit so he could see the man fully. The red helmet follows his movements.

“Ugh, replacement, what do you want? How’d you find me?”

Tim blinks, feeling completely caught off guard at the whole situation. “You uh,” he stammers for a moment before finding his words, “you bled on me. I followed the blood trail up here.”

In response Jason snorts although Tim figures it’s either in disbelief or because he’s in pain and can’t think up a retort. Speaking of which, Tim eyes him more closely and only then does he realise the man is holding a hand to his side, there’s blood seeping past his fingers coating his clothes and dripping onto the floor creating a small puddle underneath him.

Without thinking about it Tim grabs his medical kit out of his utility belt and approaches Jason, crouching down at his side. “What happened?”

“Oh you know-“ the man hisses when he shifts, the pain tugging sharply at his side, “the usual. Stray bullet here, stray bullet there, dodge and duck knives left, right and centre.”

Tim pulls Jason’s hand away from the wound to get a closer look at it. Jason is still rambling.

“Lucky bastard got me in the side with a stupid shot. I certainly got him back but I’d rather not gain any new holes in me thanks.”

While he examines the wound, Tim refrains from commenting about his rambling, a sure result of blood loss no doubt, and realises there’s a big issue.

“Hood I may need to do a field bullet extraction as I can’t see an exit point. There’s also the issue of how much blood you’ve already lost.”

When he gets no response Tim glances up but is only met face to face with the expressionless helmet. After doing a quick scan of the area and deeming it clear Tim moves away from the wound in order to remove Jason’s helmet. When he finally sees the man’s face Tim finds Jason looking pale, his eyes spacing out, bruising dotted over cheeks and jaw. Tim shakes his shoulder and it elicits a reaction from the man.

Jason grunts. “What? What’d you say?”

Tim sighs, nonetheless he repeats his words. “I need to do a field extraction of the bullet because I think it’s still in you.”

Jason blinks at him, frowns, and then lightens up grinning weakly. “Oh! No need, I’ve done it already…” then the man proceeds to drop a bullet into Tim’s hand with his blood covered fingers.

Tim eyes widen. “You - you’ve… of course you did, why am I not surprised. Okay with that sorted I’ll patch you up for now until we get you somewhere where we can do scans and properly take care of the wound.”

After placing the bloody bullet into his utility belt – for further examination later on – Tim patches up Jason’s wound. It’s a messy job, one which has Jason occasionally flinching and hissing, but Tim does it as quickly as possible. The bandages will need to be redone but it’ll do for now.

Tim looks at Jason and finds the man’s eyes drooping and his body slumping. Tim knows this next part isn’t going to be easy. Reaching out he shakes Hood’s shoulder, gaining his unfocused attention.

“Where’s your nearest safehouse?”

“What?”

Tim bites his tongue to stop his frustration seeping through. The fact Jason is even conscious right now is surprising.

“Your safehouse. Where are we going? I would take you to the cave but we both know how well that’s going to go down.”

“Yeah fuck that,” Jason grunts with a frown of disapproval. The man pauses and just as Tim’s about to prompt him again he speaks up with an answer. “Uh, there’s a place, ‘bout four blocks from here.”

Tim bites down another sigh. He has no idea how the fuck he's going to get Jason to his safe house, the man is twice his size in both weight and height, Tim is strong but dragging Jason’s limp ass – cause he ain’t going to be any help in his current state – is pushing even his limits. That’s not including going over roof tops and across fire escapes.

Just as Tim starts putting a plan in place he hears a loud thump come from behind him. Acting on instinct, in one move Tim shoves Jason down to the floor so his face is hidden and in the next he’s on his feet with his bo staff extended towards the threat. He falters when he sees Nightwing cautiously approaching him.

Tim straightens up and watches as the man approaches then as he takes in the scene of Jason pushing himself up right and cursing Tim with every insult under the sun.

“Hey Wing, how’s it going?” Tim asks lightly despite the situation.

Dick glances at Tim, before looking at Jason and back again. He takes a moment to answer. “Just fine thanks. What on earth…”

“Hood decided to spice up what had been an extremely boring night so far.” Tim says cheerfully, grinning when he catches the glare Jason is sending his way.

“Fuck off replacement, I didn’t ask you to be here.”

Dick turns to Tim. “It has been rather quiet hasn’t it. I’m more on edge during these types of nights instead of the chaotic ones. It’s been a while since Gotham’s been this quiet.”

Just as Tim’s about to respond a loud groan gets his attention and he looks over to find Jason keeling over from where he's leaning against the air conditioning unit. Tim looks back at Dick and jabs a thumb in Jason’s direction.

“Are you busy? Can you help me with him?”

Dick nods and together they move towards Jason. “That’s why I’m here. O picked up on what’s happening and called me over knowing to keep it under wraps from B.”

With Dick here it means they can support Jason between them, it’s still not easy considering Jason is taller than Dick but having Dick to lean on certainly helps Tim out.

Ignoring Jason’s swearing as they get him to stand up, Dick glances at Tim. “Where we going?”

Placing Jason’s helmet back on his head, and muffling his grumbling, Tim tells him, “four blocks from here. My bike is below, so if we can get him down to the ground I can ride him there.”

Together the three of them start a slow shuffle towards the edge of the roof.

“Fuck you guys.”

Tim rolls his eyes. “Y’know you can try and be more appreciative Hood. You could always say ‘thank you for helping me,’ or ‘thanks for not letting me bleed to death on a random rooftop.’ Manners go a long way y’know.”

“I’m gonna shoot you replacement.”

Tim snorts. “Sure, I should probably be more concerned but considering you can’t even stand on your own, I think I’m good for now.”

“You’re a ray of sunshine Jay.” Dick comments as they finally reach the fire escape at the edge of the rooftop.

“I’ma shoot you too goldie.”

Dick laughs, unbothered by the threat like Tim had been.

“Sure sure. When you’re better.”

The three of them work their way down the fire escape in silence. Tim would have thought Jason finally passed out but the occasional muffled swear tells him otherwise. When they eventually make it to the ground Dick helps Tim place Jason on his bike and helps to secure him so he can ride without Jason falling off.

“I’ll meet you at the safehouse and I’ll help you get him inside.” His brother tells him as Tim reeves the engine.

“Sounds good,” Tim acknowledges, “see you in a bit.”

With that Dick climbs back up the fire escape and Tim prepares to drive off. Before he moves he hears Jason mumble behind him.

“Why you helping me?”

The question makes Tim pause. For the first time that night Jason sounds anything other than annoyed. There's exhaustion in his tone but it’s mixed with what Tim would class as apprehension.

“Because, despite you denying it, you would do the same for me. Despite us being at odds most of the time we look out for each other.” Before the man could respond Tim changes topic. “Now hold on, it’ll only be a minute or two until we reach your safehouse.”

Tim reeves the engine again and this time takes off, easily navigating his way through the back alleys of Gotham’s streets. He wasn't lying about looking out for Jason, he’ll stick around for a day or two to make sure he looks after the wound and to make sure the man has food and the right necessities he’s going to need. After that Tim will leave him be, especially before Jason makes good on his threat to shoot him, a grumpy and injured Jason isn’t known for his patience or tolerance.

#tim drake #jason todd #dick grayson #humour #injuries #injured jason #sassy tim #grumpy jason #bickering #tim is so done #brotherly love #kinda #dc comics #medical inaccuracies #bat bros #batfam #fanfiction #talk of blood

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