They're Just Cats

Now if I write a JinMao Oneshot who's gonna stop me

IF I WRITE AN ABC KISSES FIC FOR JINMAO WHO'S GONNA STOP ME

exactly what you think it means

seasons greetings 

spell checker i love you but you dont need to call me out like this

DpxDc fun prompt/idea/mini story

During a stormy day, which is not all that rare in Gotham, an earthquake hits.

Now usually this isn’t that big of a problem, buildings in Gotham are meant to last through earthquakes and the power lines are meant to last through the worst of the weathers that hit Gotham shores.

Unfortunately for one Tim Drake Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, the city had suffered substantial damage during the last Arkham breakout three days ago.

Which means that Wayne Tower was thrown into emergency lock down mode to avoid further structural damage and then had the power cut off due to the storm surge outside not one moment later. The backup generators didn’t kick in either due to the earthquake taking them out or due to the fact that they were depleted when the Joker tried to force his way in three days ago.

So Tim was currently locked in a pitch black R&D room with no available source of light.

Not even his phone since Tam confiscated it earlier in the day.

This is made all the worse due to the fact that he was guiding a tour for a graduating class of high schoolers who also don’t have phones cause they were confiscated before he could allow them into this room.

So yeah, dark + locked in + no entertainment = no fun for anyone.

If he had even a little bit of light he could just continue pointing out things or come up with something to do until the problem is fixed but apparently the world hates him.

“Why is it so dark?” A high feminine voice asked, annoyance lacing her voice, “like, doesn’t this place have backup generators?”

“They’re likely out due to the earthquake Ms. Sanchez,” a tired male voice replied (most likely the teacher) before Tim could.

Tim wanted to groan but pushed down the feeling before it could slip out, he was going to have to play his CEO role for longer then he wanted to today.

Tam owed him for this.

“I apologize for this situation,” Tim starts, hoping that this class will continue to remain calm and quiet, “unfortunately since the building went into lockdown we can’t leave the room and with no light I can’t continue the tour. There should be flashlights in this room but there are also multiple dangerous items that shouldn’t be touched as well. So since we have no ability to discern which is which I ask that everyone remain where they are.” He could hear the grumbling of a few students but for the most part it seemed like everyone was listening to him so Tim would count his blessings where he could find them.

“Hey,” a male voice, one that Tim was pretty sure belonged to a big blond teen, “Does anyone have something on them that gives off light?”

Tim was vaguely impressed by how this class just went along with the situation, this is probably one of the calmest and most composed groups he has ever had to deal with.

A chorus of ‘no’ and ‘nopes’ followed as each student went about checking themselves for a light source.

“Wait!” An excited male voice called out startling Tim and, from the sounds of it, quite a few others, “Danny didn’t you eat the two day old leftover lasagna that your mom made for lunch?”

A slap akin to what you’d get if someone slapped themselves on the forehead was loud in the sudden silence of the room, “I can’t believe I forgot about that” someone else, most likely Danny, grumbled.

Tim was so confused by this turn in the conversation and apparently he was the only one.

Several people sounded like they’re trying not to laugh.

“It’s your time to glow Fenturd.”

“I do not understand how you’re still alive after years of eating the food in your house Mr Fenton.”

“I wonder if you count as a biohazard by this point. Do you know how much radiation you give off? Should we be concerned?”

“Shut up Mickey”

“What it’s a valid question?”

“That doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is that we won’t have to be completely bored for however long it takes to get out of this room.”

“Star has a point.”

“Yeah get cracking glow-stick.”

“Oh Ha Ha very funny guys,” Danny responds, “here, hold my jacket Tuck.”

A series of *crack* *crack* *pop* *crack* *pop* followed by a soft green glow that lit up the room came from the now visible guy.

Tim has so many questions.

So so so many questions.

He needs a sample of whatever Danny ate that caused this.

Tam owes him so much for doing this tour.

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many centuries down the line they can manage to have a civil enough family game night.

jason: what do you mean i’m too old for the easter bunny??

bruce: jason, and i cannot stress this enough, you’re a 22 year old crime lord who murders people on the regular

jason: okay? where are my colorful fucking eggs?

Aym and Baal negotiate dinner

The people of Gotham could do nothing but watch in horror as the Joker killed Dr. Fenton on live TV. The doctor had moved to Gotham a little over a year ago and quickly made a name for himself by setting up clinics and shelters in the seedier parts of the city. Many had warned him of the dangers, of the criminals that would potentially target him but he didn't listen. He continued his work and soon wormed his way into the hearts of many. That's why he made a great target for the Crown Prince of Crime. Because his death would be absolutely devastating.

And it was, until someone pointed out that the good doctor seemed to be twitching behind the Joker as his gloated to the camera. That twitching soon because full on squirming and the citizens could only watch in shocked curiosity as Dr. Fenton eventually twisted out of his restraints. Then he bent down to pick up a metal pipe lying on the ground and crept towards the Joker. Understandably, many were terrified. Why wasn't the doctor using this chance to get away? People began screaming at the screens for him to escape but he just got closer. Finally he was right behind his captor and brought the pipe over his head. In one fell swoop he brought the pipe down with a satisfying crack that all could hear.

"I usually keep pretty strictly to my hippocratic oath," Dr. Fenton said. "But for you, I'm willing to make an exception."

He then proceeded to drag the Joker out of frame by the collar. The live feed ended soon after. Later, when the police arrived. Dr. Fenton was found causally sitting on some steps outside the warehouse. As they got closer, they realized the steps were actually the Joker, alive albeit barely.