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Life is Fickle, Life is Short, But Never Should it Be That Short

TW's: Major character death(s), faked deaths, suicide, mentions of suicide, heavy angst (with some comfort), Violence, Kidnapping

Batman had been off world for almost two months now. He, along with the Lanterns, had gone to aid in gaining Earth a new political alley if they were ever to be attacked by something the Leagues couldn't handle.

Safe to say, Batman was ready to go home and have a makeup family dinner. The mission had gone on longer then any of them could have predicted, and so he had to miss the last dinner they had. Bruce was actually quite sad about that, he loved when all of his family was in one room even if he never vocalized it.

So after finally docking the JL's space craft, Bruce and co. quickly scrambled out of the ship, ready to fill out the necessary forms and get to their respective families and friends. Immediately though Bruce could tell something was off.

The landing, which at least would have someone there to greet them, was empty.

Hackles raised, Batman quickly signaled to the Lanterns with him that something was wrong. When he didn't hear at least some shuffling from them, he turned to the unusually silent men. They were all looking at their respective coms. Some had wide eyes, others mouths were hanging. They looked shocked, scared, even. Batman did not like that.

At all.

"What are you all looking at?" the demand rang out, causing the group to flinch as if they expected a demon to bust down the door and shred them to pieces. With glances, they collectively shoved Hal out as if choosing a sacrificial lamb for a wolves dinner. Batman narrowed his eyes in discomfort.

Hal said nothing, just slowly approached the kevlar clad man. Holding out his coms screen, Batman finally got a look at what they were all horrified of.

!ATTENTION! All Leaguers To Justice Hall For The Combined Funerals Of: Agent A, Nightwing, Redhood, Red Robin, Spoiler, Black Bat, Oracle, Signal, and Robin, At-

Deftly, Batman stared down at the message.

He felt numb.

So numb.

And then.

Rage.

Rage at not immediately being told.

Rage at not immediately being pulled from the mission.

Rage at the entirety of the Justice League for having a funeral without even telling him.

Rage at not being there to protect his family from what had killed them.

And then, it clicked! It must be an elaborate, very, very, misguided prank. After all, Superman wouldn't let his family die! He'd hear the struggle, the fading heart beats, the screams for help.

HE'D HEAR THOSE!

Wonder Woman would have helped them as well! She had been given one of the few bat distress signals! They'd have pressed the button and she would've come running!

SHE SHOULD'VE COME RUNNING!

The League would have noticed!

THEY WOULD HAVE NOTICED!

So obviously it was a prank! A stupid, horrible attempt at getting him to cut back on work! That was it!

And with those thoughts, Bruce went sprinting down to the Zeta Tubes and teleported to the Justice Hall.

When he finally got there, it was decked out in black. Silly them, it seems as if he needed to go over what the Leagues bank cards should be used for again!

Silly, silly, silly.

Bursting through doors, he finally found the main hall.

With the entirety of the Justice League. Dark, Young Justice, the Titians, everyone.

And would you look at that! They were all wearing black! Silly them! Didn't they know that all black was meant for the Bats?

Scanning the room filled with people, with heroes, he didn't see his children or not children or even his father. Not a single one. Whipping around, he came face to face with 9 caskets.

9 photos.

9 pieces of his family.

Suddenly, Batman felt a heavy but gentle hand land on his shoulder. He would develop whiplash if he kept this up. The hand was connected to a Superman. To Clark. To a sad Clark. A guilty looking Clark.

Why was he looking guilty?

"B, I'm so sorry." Salty tears flitted down the man of steel's face.

But Bruce didn't care.

Because all too soon, he realized, it wasn't a prank.

It was real.

And he couldn't handle it anymore. He couldn't handle it at all.

Quicker then anyone there thought he was capable of, he whipped out that small piece of Kryptonite and decked Superman. It was an all out brawl between him and the Leaguers after that. And he wasn't the one loosing.

So he decided, 'Fuck it, fuck it all,' and left the Leaguers with bruises and new scars when the younger Leaguers asked him to stop.

He then Zeta Tubed his way to the Bat Cave. To the smoke filled, ashy rooms.

Everything was offline, everything was silent, everything was dead.

Climbing up the elevator shaft, he reached what should have been the manor. Instead it was a desolate waste land of ashes, burned wood, and silence. Well, almost desolate.

A single safe stood out in the wreckage. And in quick order, wielding something that he never thought he would, Bruce joined his children.

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"Fuck! FUCK!" Superman shouted at the new funeral. One that wasn't ever meant to supposed to happen. But was a funeral ever meant to happen, ever expected? The man stared the rare photo of a smiling Batman. Of an alive Batman. Of an alive Bruce.

Tears ran hot down his face like molten lava, even as he heard the rest of the Leaguers joining him in his sorrow. He had went and tried to find Bruce after being knocked out, and only found his cooling corpse instead.

Supermans thoughts were interrupted when a bang, not all to unfamiliar, sounded out. Whipping his head up, he thought he was hallucinating. Because standing there were 9 dead people.

9 people who should have been dead.

"YO, where's B? We gotta debrief him on what happened-" Nightwings rambling got cut off as he looked just beyond Clark.

The others soon looked, and then the screams started.

"WHAT! NO! WHERE IS HE?"

"B, THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY!"

"YOU UTTER BITCHES, YOU THINK THIS SHIT'S FUNNY?"

"DAD?! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

The wails of anguish filled the hall as the Leaguers surrounded them, trying their best to comfort the Bats as much as they can.

"What happened? Where were all of you?" Wonder Womans voice rang out above the quiet mummers and piercing wails. Alfred took it upon himself to explain, even if the wobbling voice hurt those surrounding him to hear.

"We were kidnapped by a rogue organization that figured out our identities. They were after Batman originally, but decided that the best way to get revenge was to torture all of us. They created clones, proceeded to slowly kidnap us one by one, until they eventually burned down the mansion with the husks inside."

And didn't that just make it so much more painful?

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He was floating.

He didn't know where he was.

He just was.

But he felt wrong.

He needed to do something.

Something to protect.

Not something, someone.

Multiple someones.

He needed to protect those dear to him.

He needed to protect his family.

His family.

Where was his family?

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With a sudden sharpness, a shadowy mass with flashes of grey skin opened its eyes. The eyes of the creature were pure white, and as it rose it's head, two horns became visible. It looked at where it woke up, surrounded in a cave system that pulsed with different colors, but blues being the most prominent.

Slowly, it got its bearings back to itself.

He knew he was dead.

But he also knew with a pulse of something, that his family wasn't.

And just like that, he was at two ornate doors, as big as the old manors door. He grabbed one handle with a clawed hand, pulling the surprisingly light door open. A vortex of green met his eyes.

All around was green.

He needed to fly.

He knew it should be impossible for him, but he didn't care, he needed to find his family.

To protect his family.

So with a flap of massive bat wings, he was off, looking for something.

That something turned out to be a giant, glowing, gothic castle. He quickly landed, hurdling through giant doors.

Soon enough, he met the one he knew would help. One that felt similar to him.

"̸̮͔̗̀̾̈́̕H̶̯̩̫̬͗̅̒̃͜ë̶̼́̆̿̿̒l̴̢̫͓̱̜̎p̷̻̩̻͇̯̞͌̅́̕ ̶͖̯͔̟̀̋̆͘m̶͉̹̳̯͑e̸̲̾ ̷͙̥̫̦̙̕f̶̡͎͈̾̾͋̓̐̀i̸̞̻͍̎̾͊n̷̰̻̮͓̤̆̄̾͒̅ͅd̷̢̦̩̓ ̴̞̼͈̦͕͛͊̚ṭ̵͖̂̂͗̔̾h̸̡͍̖̣̻͚̓͒̾͝ḙ̶̮́͛̇̎͘̚m̸̛̱̎̋̐̔͠,̷̧̰͕̤̬̝̑̚͝ ̴̹̃p̶̢̥͙̈́ͅļ̵͙̜̫͍̊̋̉̓ͅé̵͙͔̟̇ă̷̺͈̏̓͝s̵̙͖̣͔̔̊͆̍͘ȅ̵͇̍͒̚͝.̴̢̰̗͍̮̳̀̌̕ ̴̳͉̩̬̿̊̃͘Î̴͉̺̰̯̫̊̅͘ ̷̻͉͙̈́͛̍̀n̵͕̯̖̤͉̹̔͐̅̃̓̕e̷̡͉͕̖̅͆̊ē̷͇̊d̵̢̥̜̹̮͑͌͌͆͝ͅ ̶͕̫̿̈́̈́͝͠ẗ̵̪́̊ó̷̝̜̀̀͊͝ ̶̨͇͓͖̞̄ͅṕ̴̨̬̗͚̤́̔ŕ̷͚̐̊͆́̒ơ̵̰̜̭͙͒͑̒͐t̷͕̖͖̝̥̙̾́̕͝e̸̡̞͎͉͈͒͋̎͛c̴͉̘̔t̶̢͚̖̮͈̟͒̅ ̵̞̯̘̮̤̄͊͑̔t̵̡̪̭̜̟̕h̷̟̀e̷̟͊͜m̸̳̒͑̀́.̸̨̮͈͈̺̺̌̓̎̊̏̃"̵̺͚̰̹̗̃

And the Ancient made of cosmos, with flowing white hair, never ending green eyes, crowned with stars, ice and aurora's, agreed.

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They were being beat by that same damned organization that cost them their colleague, their mentor, their friend, their father.

And they were all loosing.

Everyone was preoccupied with something, whether it was Kryptonite suits, incoming hoards of androids, or rogue powers spilling out. Flashes, bangs, and screams from all sides filled the air.

It was looking like the Leaguers were going to die.

The Bats, who should still be benched due to the traumatic and catastrophic events done by them, were not holding back. Blood was being spilt by all of them. The no killing rule was shot with a single bullet to the head.

So they didn't hold back, not at all.

But it still wasn't enough.

And they were loosing.

They were bleeding.

They were going to die.

And then the sky opened up, a massive vortex made up of glowing greens filled the sky. It reminded those who knew of them, of the Lazarus pits. But the fighting didn't stop. Oh no.

It only stopped when they came through.

A massive, humanoid being made of swirling galaxies with an infinite number of glowing green eyes and what could be considered a halo of floating white hair. Atop its head was a crown of equal proportion made of icy rods with stars twinkling weaved through an aurora pulsing around it all. It was terrifyingly beautiful.

And then, another one came out. This one was different, but oh so familiar looking.

It was as if a living shadow took shape, sucking in all of the light. It had two horns that stabbed through the air, with clawed hands and feet resembling the many gargoyles around Gotham. It's massive wings were pulled back, allowing for what little color, yellows, to peak through. It had a long, slender, spiked tail ending in a sharp looking diamond. Its hair, or what would have been hair, looked like it was slowly melting off, sliding onto what little grey flesh could be seen. It eyes were a pure, glowing white, and only when it opened its mouth, that too many fangs, not teeth, could be seen.

It was terrifying.

It was comforting.

And suddenly, shadowy ice spikes rose from the ground, impaling the ones trying to end the Leaguers.

The Bats.

After that, it was soon known that the Big Bad Bat was back.

And he was different.

H̵̢̜͇̩͙͊̓͐́ͅê̷̫̬͓͖͎̒̈́́̂̚͝ͅ ̷̧̟̝̟͖̭̪̬̪͇͙͝K̵̬͕͓̗̀̽̒̽̄i̴̦̪͒̇̿̑̄̀͝l̶̢̧̻̮̗̰͕̹̼͈͉̏ͅl̴̥̮̙̯͔͈̉̀͆̑͐͘̕ē̸̢̳̘͑̐̿̃͂͐͐͒͝d̶̨͍̬̗̦͈̙̩̰̍͐͑̌̆̃͜͝͠.̷̢̝̜̖͎̟̣́͗̍̌̂͑͒̌̌̔͜

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srry, this got away from me lol. Anyways lemme know what you think of it :} Have any questions? Please ask! Just know it might take a little while for me to answer. Any criticisms? Welcomed as long as they are constructive!

Once Split, Now Mended

(pst, this a long two, maybe three, shot :}c )

Alfred had been around for many years, had done many things. From theater, to espionage, to a butler, to a father, to a grandfather, he was a man well versed in many things. So when his once new employers suddenly came rushing in with a babe, talking and occasionally yelling about how they had found their new son, because there was no mistaking the protective hold Martha had on him, in a dumpster on their way back from the movies, he peered at the new babe. He was quit adorable, porcelain skin and inky black locks, but Alfred felt a slight shutter as he gazed into the babes eyes.

They were an empty ice blue.

It was almost as if his soul was ripped out of his tiny body.

But he only shook his head and asked what the new parents were to name their child, with an almost immediate answer of Bruce.

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this idea, along with the other prompt, has been swishing in my brain for to long now. I went ahead and posted this one cause I knew it was just gunna be a short and sweet 3 chapters lol, idk when ill fin but we'll see :D

It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No it’s- a Train?!?!

The flashing of cameras and shouts fill the train platform, directed towards the respective mayors of Gotham and Metropolis. The two stood side by side as they answered the assault of questions. Hidden in the rafters, Batman could only narrow his eyes looking for something. He knew that someones rogue, wether they’re from Gotham, Metropolis or somehow another city, were going to attack in someway tonight. He couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary, everyone manning the new train and had built the bridge connecting the cities had passed his background check, but he knew something was going to happen.

Soon enough the bullet train was pulling out of the station, majority of its occupants were Gothams and Metropolis’s elites and those in power. He triggered his comms and started speaking as he grappled onto the roof of the train. “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” He soon found what was meant to be his entrance to the train, but it was somehow welded shut.

And thats when it all started to go to shit.

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Clark, for all intents and purposes, was meant to be one of the reporters there. And he was. Soon enough the train pulled out and every reporter and journalist rushed to get the best shots of the train leaving. The plan was going as expected, allowing him to shuffle out unnoticed and to change out into his super suit.

Superman was soon flying out checking the pillars and cables above the bridge for any tampering.

“Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” Batmans demand filtered through his coms, wind thankfully muted out from Batmans place up on the bullet train.

As he went to answer, standing on the cross like pillar holding the bridge up, a pain he only associated to one damned rock caused him to go light headed. He could feel hives raiding his skin as he passed out, burning and freezing and dying but living. All that passed through Supermans head was ‘Ah shit, here we go again.’

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Diana had been combing through the many pillars and the under side of the bridge, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary. She was meant to have begun this process an hour earlier than what she had, but one of her rogues decided to take that time to create chaos and havoc that should’ve taken minutes, not hours. So safe to say she was only half way done and prepared for a lecture from her colleague. ‘Although,’ she thought to herself, ‘if I explain what happened maybe I could get a disappointed grunt instead.’

She shook her head in amusement, and looked up as her coms filtered to life, “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” She was about to respond when she caught sight of it.

It was a box, covered in greens and purples with a wretched smile stretched under what could only be a timer.

3

Wonder woman reacted quickly, she did not want to know if gas had been put into the bomb.

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She was diving to the ocean below, relying on her teammates to stop the train as it was flying down the rails.

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She was half way there when it went boom. Although she couldn’t see it, the lighting off of the bomb let her know she had been right, there was gas within. But it would be all for nought as a giant piece of rubble that would have killed a normal person suddenly hit her.

As the world went black, she felt the cold polluted waters wrap around her like a freezing hug.

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Batman cursed, seeing the tattletale green glowing from underneath the tracks and half way up the pillars, and grabbing on to the hatch as the bridge rumbled. A cloud of green gas, something that made his stomach swirl, swarmed up into the air, and chunks of the bridge fall into the ocean below. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a glimmer of gold fall into the ocean, and could only wonder if Wonder Woman got out ok, and if Superman was alive.

Gritting his teeth, knowing he was all alone in stopping the train quickly going towards its doom, Batman shook his hands and where he normally had small, almost unnoticeable nails, were claws that could easily shred through titanium. He skittered across the roofs of the train, quickly calling Oracle for a visual inside the conductor apartment.

“B, the man’s been Jokerfied!”

Giving a grunt of acknowledgement, he hurried as there was almost no time before the train hurled itself into the ocean below. That would effectively kill almost all the passengers, and he could guess what would happen to those few that survived in the gas filled waters below.

He had two more compartments to go, but Batman knew he wouldn’t make it. He could try his damndest to get there, but he would have to subdue the victim and then get the train to stop. He would be lucky if half of it would still be hanging off of the tracks.

Suddenly, he felt a shift in the air. Something was coming at them.

A rip sounded out, soon with many more following after. Green swirling portals were littered in the sky, with what he assumed was train carts chugging through them. A portal soon ripped open on the opposite side of the missing tracks, along with a train that looked like it belonged in an old western movie, but also a scfi-horror came barreling out. It was many black, with green highlights here and there, all while it glowed the same toxic green.

Batman covered his ears as a staticy scream of a train horn blew into the air. He watched as the black and green train flew over the missing tracks, creating icy new ones right under it. It was moving faster then the bullet train, almost as if it was weightless. Batman worried of what would happen when the trains inevitably crashed, but was surprised when the rail guard on the very front of the other train opened as if it was a mouth.

As the two train met, one sleek and new, the other terror inducing and old, the “mouth” of the ghostly train met the nose of the other and clamped down. A screeching filled the air as the once run away train was suddenly being pushed back. The glowing train never once stopping its tracks.

Batman could barely see into the other trains window, only making out a messy head of hair and the gleam of its conductors eyes- no goggles.

Soon though the trains pulled into the old station, and Batman was able to get in and turn the bullet train off as the other stayed, making sure no more runaway trains happened. He helped the victims of this mess off the train, and to medical attention as needed. A whistle soon caught his attention, and as Batman whipped his head around to the unknown train, he watched as the second cable cart opened and his colleagues fell out, unconscious, but unharmed looking.

Batman rushed to them, and as he did the train pulled out of the station. All too soon the train pulled out, and suddenly his coms were filled with his concerned children screaming about him going off line and is he okay.

Batman reassured his children as he checked over his colleagues, finding them as healthy as can be and only unconscious.

He grunted as he turned toward where the mystery train came from, his detective senses tingling.

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If u wanna interact and add on pls do lol.

I also might do art but idk so don’t count on it.

(p.s. I wrote this on my phone, so sorry for grammar mistakes)

(p.p.s. Idk rlly know how to tag stuff besides the basics lmao and ill probably still do a part 2… eventually)

I totally didn’t see the invisibility thing coming!

I thought it was gonna be him throwing himself off the balcony and then turning invisible cuz like just imagine the heart attack that would give everyone XD

@mariastorm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the second fluke....

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

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

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

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

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

Danny blames Clockwork.

new fic!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64863049

here are the memes~

NU UH

Jack Fenton, dialed his younger sister's phone number as he gazed apologetically at the family of bats, that was hanging around in his living room. he impatiently waited for the other party to pick up.

The Bat family remained stoic as they observed the man, they had or Batman had ordered to put the call on speaker, if ever the phone was answered, Robin had stared at the doorway leading to the kitchen there stood Jack's supposed oldest daughter Jazz. who only stared amused at her father's antics much to Robin's confusion.

finally after a grueling 10 seconds wait, the call was finally answered.

Robin held his breath awaiting for the voice he was expecting for.

"Yes, Ahki?" Talia's voice resonated, from the phone. making everyone's eyes except the Fenton family widen.

'what? mother never told me she had a brother.' Damian thought as he took a peek at his father's face who was scrunched up in confusion. same for the rest of his family.

"Talia, my dear ukht, I've heard from a few birds and bats that you have taken my son. on his fieldtrip." Jack said, his nervous and outgoing personality vanishing and what took place was a serious and angry tone of a father as soon as heard the caller's voice, making everyone in the room shudder at the sudden cold atmosphere while the oldest daughter remained composed and unbothered as she watched.

Silence came from the other side of the phone, before answering "It seems i have." Talia answered back, you can here the voice of a boy in the background asking if it was his dad.

"Stop with this false innocence of yours, bring my son back immediately, partly alive and safe." Jack stated, much to the Bats and birds confusion.

Silence once again, as the phone remained quiet seemingly put down on a table with a few whispers and shuffling. before it was picked up once again.

"Nu uh." was the only thing Talia said as she hang up.

everyone paused.

"The fuck you mean 'Nu uh'?!" Jack yelled, at his phone. While his wife walked their daughter's side who was laughing her ass off, confused she looked at the bats then at her husband and then just sighed.

"Dinner's Ready." she only said as she retreated back at to the kitchen.

Lady Gotham as I saw her in @jotaroslooseeyebrowhair fic (Un)Dead Beat Dad. It's not one on one but this is how she appears in my head 👻

So many green slime/plasm/ooze/pit options, ours for the taking. Mix and match non-Newtonian fluids to your hearts content. Is it the same stuff at different ripeness like bell peppers? Up to you! Or is it all entirely different things that just so happen to look near identical?

But wait there’s more, add in some extra states of matter for flavor, gases like Joker gas or scarecrow fear gas, or heck, banes venom is a liquid isn’t it?

Need plot points? Batman wondering where these teenagers keep coming from and why are we dealing with multiple inter dimensional threats all at once. (Why hasn’t anyone noticed or notified anyone about this?) Why are there two separate species entirely unprotected by the meta protection acts? (How many supernatural secret societies could there be?) Why is there a glowing flying robot with green fire hair chasing those turtles? (Depending on the version of tmnt why are the turtles able to do magic that can hit him back.) Is Constantine at fault for any of this? (Probably.) How did “born and raised in Illinois” Wes Weston even know about the “secret New York sewer” turtles to work on a conspiracy board with Bernard Dowd linking them and Killer croc to the rise of sewer pizza delivery drop off points? (Primarily being used by the homeless with no home address.) Bring in the third party after two of them have already met and try to make the third a tiebreaker for an argument only to end with “Doesn’t matter (nasty burger/bat burger/pizza) is better than both of em” and start a new argument.

You know, there was a Batman and Ninja Turtles cross-over event at one point, and I don't think I've ever seen a three point Convergence between the turtles, batman, and phantom come up in FF ever

AHAHSHSDGDGGDGDHSGS YESSSSSSSSS

Sorry I’m copy pasting from the prompt post, didn’t realize you meant in your asks 😬

Deadtired wing fic but like both of them had theirs broken/cut off. Maybe it could’ve been Ras or joker for Tim (If we’re going the joker jr route), and GIW or evil parents for Danny? Idk but I wanna see it get explored a bit :))

Here's the thing:

Tim knows that staring is rude. Manners have been drilled into his mind since he first learned to talk, maybe even before that. Don't talk with your mouth full, sit up straight, look people in the eye, but don't stare, because staring is rude. Lessons like that.

Typical things for a rich family's son, even if Tim was far too young to understand them at the time.

But Tim is undeniably staring now, manners thrown out the window, because the boy standing in front of him has broken wings, too. Or maybe they aren't broken, exactly, but one of them is bound tightly in a sling and the other is almost stipped bare of feathers. And it's rude, and it's awful, and Tim should feel bad that he can't tear his eyes away from them.

The boy is here for the same reason as Tim, waiting in line to order a coffee, or maybe a tea, or whatever else they serve. He's minding his own business, messing around on his phone, and-

"Hi," Tim blurts out, mouth moving faster than his brain.

And the boy turns to look at him, and his brain freezes as Tim actually looks at him. Messy hair, denim jacket over a graphic t-shirt -- does that read boo? He reads it again, and it really does -- and tired blue eyes. Tim swears that those eyes stare directly into his soul.

"Hi?" The other boy says, tilting his head like a goddamned cat. "Ya need something?"

Was it an accident? He thinks, but doesn't say. The Joker thought it be funny if he tore out my primaries, one by one, and took a knife to the flight feathers, and-

"Me too," Tim says, instead of any of that. "My wings, I mean, I'm grounded, too."

He spreads his wings the best he can, given the small space, but it's enough. Tim sees the moment it clicks for the other, knows when he spots the new feathers growing in, and the rough scars still healing around them.

They'll grow in fully, eventually, but Tim doesn't know if he'll ever be able to fly as fast as he used to. Doesn't know if they'll ever stop hurting, both in body and in mind.

"I'm Danny," the boy says, eyes wide. "I've never seen anyone else with wings like mine."

Tim grins, holding out his hand. "Tim," he says simply, "Can I buy you a drink? Anything you want, it's on me." Danny goes to speak, but Tim holds up his hand. "Wing issues are more common in Gotham than in most places, and if you're new here, I can show you around?"

"Everyone knows I'm new here," Danny mumbles, but he's grinning. "Sure, I'll take a drink, and--" he winks -- "I'll take that tour. Lead the way."

Sooo...

Is there a reason Radiant Anton's Seance spells out RA'S

as in, Ra's al Ghul

Am I doing a theory? Am I reading too much into it? This is something to think about.

Anyway, if you haven't already, go read If You Give a Bat a Burger by @noir-renard