Unironically Best Characterization Of Bruce Wayne Ever Made

btw important clarification: Duke chose the morning shift himself. the sentiment that bruce needed someone to patrol in the morning is straight up untrue, duke's early training was right beside batman solving crimes and chasing criminals at night but as he was figuring out his place in the Gotham vigilante scene working at night just did not work for him. Eventually he chose to work during the daytime specifically because of his mother's ideology, that it's easier to recognize truth in the light, and because it allows him better direct access to the people of Gotham.

Duke is a very community centered character. He is big on his beliefs about it and redemption. Saying Bruce chose the day for him removes Duke's agency as a character and is a fundamental misunderstanding of him. He was Gothams robin (not batman's) for a reason. he was going to do his "protect and uplift the community by any means" thing no matter what, he was doing it before he even met bruce and it was the reason they met in the first place. he works in the morning because it's where the people are and it's the best way to see them in all their truths and complexities and for them to see him and know that everything is going to be okay

Clockwork had to finally admit to the other ancients that he couldn't handle it. But of all people to tell him that it was a recipe for disaster, it was UNDERGROWTH?! UNDERGROWTH TOLD HIM FIRST! AS. A. WEED?! He's the literal concept of time! He had the patience to do this!

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He did not. He didn't listen to the ancient of dreams who told him his grandson was a literal nightmare. Nor did he listen to the ancient of ice who wasn't doubting that the great one could easily be fueled by spite. The boy was half human and a growing ghost. He's been villainized for so long that Amity could hardly be called his haunt anymore. His grandkids were indeed statistically and cosmic anomalies. But for all that's good in the world, he had the patience to know the realm would choose a new king. One who didn't desire to conquer each half-ass rock the living deemed a keep, a home.

But that was where he made his mistake. For there was only one family that truly tested his patience before this. None of that could prepare him for the person that can and will get into his personal space. He couldn't bear it anymore when all of his robes were replaced with inflatable T-Rex costumes. He couldn't bare that the coffee machine gifted to him always poured a hot and delicious brew turned to a popsicle when it makes contact with his tongue. And the NOOT NOOTS! He couldn't bear to move when even the slightest twitch would bring on the onslaught of clay penguins that stood still in the corners of his eyes. MENACINGLY! He could only freeze time in 10-second intervals for a moment of peace. But that time was getting shorter. The longer the boy king was gone, the more he was getting used to the bridge of space-time, and it showed to no one but him. 10 turned to 8 and then to 6. By the time it got to 3, Clockwork was reduced to a sobbing mess. Bad enough that the Observants tried to comfort him. THE OBSERVANTS!!! Of all the things he had to interrupt because of the timelines being in danger, it was the day his grandson was going to the observatory with friends after promising he'd leave the boy alone for a month. He couldn't even let him go for five hours. He needed a break. And his grandson needed less time on his hands.

How was he doing all this and still keeping up with lessons and paperwork? How could he hide his devilish smile from the other ancients and make them think Clockwork was going mad?! He needed someone. Anyone. NO! NOT ANYONE! Vlad, the GIW, and his own parents were fair enough to show that not everyone would treat his demonic grandson kindly or allow him free will. Wait a minute. Demonic? Oh? Oh, this could work. - Not a billionaire fruit loop: Check. - Deals with levels of the occult: Not most denizens, but it's a start. Check. - Someone leading a heroic life without being a hero. ... Check. - Snarky: CHECK!CHECK!CHECK! Clockwork could cry with the intrinsic connection they shared to be there at the right time. The mountain of paperwork involving this man was just the cherry on top! NOOT- He sucked that tear right back in. He had a plan. He could do this! At least until his grandson forgives him. Hopefully. Now, how does he deliver the news?

Guys I need some help. I have the beginning of an idea but no idea where to go from it.

I read somewhere about how Danny bought all of Constantine contracts because of all the fighting and paperwork he had to do over it. But what if Constantine's punishment came from Clockwork instead of Danny? The punishment?

John Constantine is now the legal adult of Danny "I'm already half dead so why not" Phantom. Who does whatever he wants cause literally why not?

(Please add onto this I desperately want to see where this will go)

I love seeing Danny Phantom showing up and being like ‘don’t ask too many questions but John Constantine I own your soul. All of it. Lmao sucks to suck bitch’, and he’s usually all Ghost King Full Regalia as he does it, at least in front of the Justice League, but consider—

He just shows up as Danny Fenton.

“yeah I got bored and collected the pieces like Pokémon. Gotta catch ‘em all” says the 5’2 teen who looks like a stiff breeze could trip him. He denies being a sorcerer, or a magician, concedes he’s maybe psychic but mostly he’s just…. The kid of two mad scientists—who have a basement lab where they opened a portal to what he SAYS is not hell but no one is frankly CONVINCED, by the way—and he hasn’t decided what to do with Constantine yet besides getting Danny into some r rated horror movies, but figures he should tell the dude probably.

“What’d you even trade for some of his soul contracts?”

“Don’t worry about it”

They worry about it

DPXDC Prompt #10- For the Bit

The sky is red and painted with shrieks of horror as Darkseid’s forces befall the earth. Cities are swiftly becoming ruins in their wake. The majority of the JL have been captured or killed in action. Zatanna is surrounded by Parademons, and John watches on, barely keeping down his bile as he takes a black and green tome out of his coat. He was unsure if he could trust what it was letting him know. Zatanna cast a spell on him to make him flee? If anything, it was powerful to keep his wife’s wards at bay, and that was saying something with how much she wanted to keep him safe. But something-no, someone sees this as the perfect opportunity. All he has to do is act on it and everything will be “smooth sailings”. Pfft, yeah, right. But he doesn’t have another chance. It's follow the script or flip it. The book's magic is straining against what comes next each second he thinks. So, fuck it! Who was he not to bet it all? But did it have to ask for something that was so utterly stupid at a time like this?

He has to do it. All of it. For the bit.

bugs

I need more dosages of this in my life

I think it would be funny if Bruce found out about Danny Phantom-style ghosts and immediately started reading the leading scientific research on the topic, which of course comes from the Doctors Fenton. So he's got like, a basis of knowledge, and decides to bring in a magic expert. He asks Constantine what he knows about ectoplasm and the Ghost Zone, and Constantine just groans. He can tell you've been reading materials by those Fenton quacks, Bruce. It's called the Infinite Realms you dolt. "Ghost Zone" isn't just inaccurate it's borderline offensive. If you want to call the un-matter of the Infinite Realms "ectoplasm" then sure, go ahead, see how many ghosts want to talk to you. Don't internalize that dehumanizing slop.

So Bruce mentally notes all of that down, and when he finally meets a ghost he makes sure to use the right terminology for the Infinite Realms, and Danny is like, "haha, you mean the Ghost Zone?"

Constantine receives a very passive aggressive email.

Ride or Die and Beyond

Jason Todd, at 15, panicked and tired, didn't know what to make of the situation he was in.

Jason Todd, at 13, was oblivious to his best friend, who was, by all means, just as much of a medical professional as Leslie. That totally wasn't concerning.

Oblivious to how he'd always have a copy of Pride and Prejudice on hand whenever Jason was feeling stressed. Oblivious to dancing shadows and tricks of the light that lead him to hidden clues at crime scenes. But he was aware of the promise to be each other's ride or die when they had to beat up older Gotham Academy students that tried bashing them for not being from rich families.

Jason Todd, at 15, was aware that changed when it was his turn to tend to his friend who got a high fever. He had Alfred rush them to Leslie's and stuck by his side because he knew his friend was afraid of hospitals and needles. He held his friend's hand tight and squeezed to remind him that he was there.

They made jokes about how they couldn't avoid each other even in death. That's when it becomes Ride or Die and Beyond. Then he died. Screaming for his friend and for his dad. Jason Todd, at 15, has never failed to grasp that he couldn't get rid of his friend even if he wanted to. It was fucking annoying... and endearing.

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Danny Fen Nightingale, at 15, never thought he'd be fighting back an assassin lady with a shovel in front of his best friend's grave. He's been feeling off for months. His grief over his friend felt... wrong? Something was happening. No, something was bound to happen. He couldn't explain it until a green sticky note told him to take a little walk down memory lane within Gotham. He dug up some flowers he was growing and stopped by a tool shop to get a bigger shovel to get the flowers closer to his best friend. As close as they could. But someone beat him there. Someone new? No, he knew this feeling. The unknown, the feeling that someone was watching whenever he visited. He failed to crack her upside the head for attending without flowers. But he felt the shift, somethi- time, time decided to set things right. ---- Talia was caught between a sense of shock and pride that the friend of her beloved's ward nearly got the jump on her. She wouldn't deny that it was within her expectation, though. The boy's steps were so light, she would've been hit if he wielded with less drag, something lighter. With the way the boy dodged and weave from her blows, she was ecstatic to see a dagger in his hands. Is this how the boy felt when he slipped out of here mentioning a 2 for one deal? It was only after her beloved's ward crawled out of his grave that the boy let his guard down so slightly while blocking her off from him. The boy lasted without her training. She was sure he had training of some kind, and yet his form was lax. So nimble, so adaptable.

Of course, she made quick work of the two and covered their tracks before making her escape.

Were her maternal instincts activating again? ----

She wasn't sure how to define her relationship with Danyal. The boy has finally seen the effort to correct her and Damien as pointless after months of being here. Yet, he's displayed a strength she hasn't seen in knocking down her father and dragging him through a brighter glowing Lazarus pit for "paperwork". She may not be sure of what or where her father was, but Danyal has ensured his good health with a devilish grin and that he never laid another hand on him. She was positive he was being tortured in a way the soft-hearted boy deemed fitting. But was he another son? He didn't seem opposed to the idea after her insistence to be trained and grimaced at being in a room with them for too long as he said they stink. He visits 3-4 times a week to ensure her beloved's war- Jason was good in his recovery.

She found herself agreeing with Jason less and less as the boy began turning red after they shared the night he was first back in his right mind crying and holding the other close. But Jason assures her that he's just his best friend... Maybe Danyal couldn't be her son. But he could be her son-in-law.

She wasn't against that.

She also wasn't against the glances she shared more often with Damien as two interacted. They grew closer in discussion of how Danyal fell first, but Jason was falling harder. Then there was this Roy character she's been hearing about more. She couldn't wait to take pleasure in Jason's reaction of his love interests assassinating the so-called Prince of Crime. It warmed her heart that they involved her in strategizing and cleaning up. They also seemed to be reaching a similar affection.

Now she and Damien just need to get Jason to realize he has two boyfriends. Oh, the struggle of motherhood.

A Good Boy

DP x DC Prompt

There has been a glowing green dog that's been playing with Ace and Titus whenever Damian is not with either of the dogs of Wayne Manor.

The entire Wayne brood has tried to catch the dog, and Damian especially wanted to catch it. They all failed at even laying a finger on it, as it has flight, a form of density shifting much more refined than J'onn's own, and is very playful.

It had taken about 6 months for the family to finally put their hands on the glowing green dog. It was Damian, of course.

Soon after that, the glowing green dog was following them during patrol and helping them out, but it mostly stuck to Damian's side. The first time they had seen it turn into a massive hellhound was a shock to them all.

Then, one night during patrol, the glowing green dog looked troubled. When Damian had approached the dog, it turned into its massive form, grabbed Damian in its mouth, and then began to run away with him. The rest of the family had began to chase after the dog, worried about Damian mostly.

The dog had taken Damian to an abandoned warehouse on the edge of Gotham, where it placed him down in front of a teenage boy that's collapsed, barely breathing and surrounded by blood that has some Lazarus Water coloring to it, the boy is also clutching his chest like one does when they're trying to soothe a pain there. The dog is very affectionate towards the boy. Perhaps the dog is his.

Danny had escaped the horrors his parents and the GIW put him through in the lab they took him to, but it's only a matter of time before they find him again. He was lucky enough to encounter Cujo in Gotham of all places, but he's just happy to see his favorite ghost dog. Danny is on the verge of passing out when Cujo came back after he told him to 'fetch help'. Danny was expecting Cujo to bring Jazz, but instead, Cujo brought Robin of all people.

Starlight Toy Galore and Repair Center

"So this is what B wanted us to go under cover and investigate on?" Dick said, looking around the very colorful space theme background toystore.

There were several dozen children running around, some from the streets playing in a playground section, having the time of their life, trading with the owner with their own old broken toy for his toys.

Damian already betrayed them and got sucked into the extra cute extra fuzzy what seemed to be an off-brand of baby alive, blob aliens in another section where there was a bunch of other aliens like toys.

Dick is struggling to keep a hold onto Tim with all of his strength, considering he is eyeing at the awesome looking tech section with a coffee stand corner for adults and parents to chill while the kids play around.

The reason why they were here was that This store wasn't here before 9 months ago and only just got in their radar when a mini green smiling husky three legged puppy with a blue bow toy Keychain of one of hostage in Joker's torture on live to Gotham City spontaneously tripled in sized to a massive adult husky and process to mauled the joker alive in live tv. The sobbing hostage refused to give his toy Keychain close to his chest as he kept mumbling that Milly saved his life once more.

The owner was Danny Nightingale, a very, very tall blind man with extremely long black and white hair in multiple braids with toy crystalized flowers that moved, a frosty blue crown on his head covered in flowers as well. A gentle slim giant of a man who offers a variety of unique, wacky yet creatively fun toys not even for sell but as a trade.

They were supposed to grab a toy for analyzing! Not run around playing with everything!!

And there goes Tim.

Dick sighed as he pressed fingers between his nose before looking up to a section that had a bunch of mini glowing green animals-keychains in a circle rack.

What caught his eyes was one little baby elephant with a circus theme that reminded him too close of zitka.

He couldn't look away, nor could he stop himself from gently picking the Keychain.

A little cute button on the head top garment on the elephant that he pressed lightly.

A tiny, cute elephant noise came with a tiny sprinkle of water squirt out the elephant trunk with a tiny light of starlight rainbow shimmer, which made a smile grow on his face.

Dick ended up trading his bat burger stamped coupons, already walking out, seeing that Tim and Damian were already out with their toys in hand.

Tim was typing on a new tech gimmick toy that looked like Ghostbusters ripoff with glowing humaniod ghosts, and damian fascinated with a a jar full with a swirling bat like blob with a tag that said I am gimgim, thank you for adopting me.

"Well.. B didn't specifically have to give him the toy to analyze." Dick said out of thought before two pair narrowed eyes look back at him, holding their toys closer to their chest.

Dick narrowed his eyes back at them, holding his newly named zitka Keychain in his hand.

Part 2 here <-