After They Figure Out Danny Was Trying To Help, It Won’t Just Be A Staged Apology. It’ll Be 50 Roses,

YES MINION YES FEED THE WORMS IN MY BRAIN 📚🐛🐛🐛

Sorry, Rich Boy

If there was anything Danny hated more than anything, it was doing what Vlad wanted him to do. Especially when he'd done it thinking it was against the fruitloop's wishes and the man gave him that smirk that tells him Danny had played right into the fuckers hands.

So Danny had gotten good at sniffing out a scheme. And, honestly, he didn't need to do much sniffing here.

Vlad had invited him as a plus one to a Wayne (Yes, that Wayne. Brucie Goddamn Wayne.) Gala, meant to take place only a few days from now. Vlad must have suspected Danny would never agree, would have thought it was another attempt for Danny's loyalty where none of his friends could help. Unfortunately for Vlad, Danny was a spiteful fuck and he wouldn't let Vlad go to a Gala full of rich fools alone. Not when Vlad had previously admitted to how he'd gotten his fortune in the first place.

So, there Danny was, keeping an eye on Vlad. At a Wayne Gala. In Gotham, New Jersey. Fuck his half-life.

It was a horrible idea, really. The suit is stuffy, the room is stuffy, and the people are fucking stuffy. He hangs around the food for the most part, only because Vlad keeps coming back to it which makes keeping an eye on the guy somewhat easier. He admits coming was a good idea only when he sees Vlad making buddies with the Wayne troop themselves and that smirk is on his face. Well, fuck that.

He catalogs the group; not including Bruce Wayne there is a scowling child (immediately off the table, he’s not some fucko like Vlad okay), two teenage boys (one of them black and built like a small brick wall. The other a white boy, scrawny as hell, and looking a breeze away from passing out), two teenage girls (one a peppy blonde and the other a ravenette, off to the side laughing together), and a man (big).

Overall, if he had to pick who to go after to cause the most fuss, it’d be the kid. However, he has morals, so he sets his sights on the skinny white boy instead. He’s skinny, obviously, but upon a closer look has some muscle on him that makes Danny less guilty for his choice. Sorry, rich boy, but Danny has a godfather to piss off.

He sets down his drink, walks over, and decks the poor boy in the face. The look of horror on Vlad's face is well worth the absolute confusion coating the entire group.

And, just for the cherry on top, he turns to Brucie Wayne and the fruitloop, "Your Gala sucks and so does your city. Fuck this place, never bring me here ever again Vlad."

The reason Tim’s shaking is because he’s worried about how much all those dates are gonna cost 🤭🤭🤭 he’s gonna be bankrupt by the end of it

Wip Wednesday?

Phantom floated lazily in a half-circle above them, legs crossed midair, arms tucked behind his head, that too-wide grin stretched across his face like a mask stitched on with mirth and menace.

“Let’s make a deal, Birdy.”

He spun slowly in place, green eyes glowing like dying stars.

“One date for every pitt I take out. I’ll start with the first one as a sign of grace.”

Somewhere in the mountains of Nanda Parbat, a pool began to bubble. Tim didn’t see it, but he felt it. The room chilled. Something ancient cracked apart. The scanners in Barbara computer rang in alarm.

The pit evaporated.

Not drained. Not destroyed. Undone.

Tim’s throat clicked as he swallowed.

Phantom pointed a glowing finger. “That one’s on me. Next ones are on you. Just say when.”

The second pit started to boil.

Jason surged forward, a hand out. “Stop—”

Phantom’s eyes didn’t leave Tim's.

Tim's eyes never left Phantom's

A third pit broke into steam and green fire.

The fourth trembled before erupting, sending up a column of ghostlight and screams. Somewhere distant, Ra’s al Ghul howled.

Phantom’s grin only widened.

Tim exhaled slowly, like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. His fingers curled into the chair arms.

Phantom floated closer. “Those were the ones you knew about.” His voice dropped into something deeper, more ancient. “Want me to handle the ones you didn’t?”

Tim’s mouth was dry. “How many?”

Phantom hovered until they were nose to nose. His voice was velvet, soft as snowfall:

“A lot.”

And then he leaned back again with a chuckle, twirling mid-air. “But don’t worry—I’ll only show you the ones I’m destroying. You just tell me when to stop.”

Tim stared at him, jaw tense. He could feel Barbara's eyes flick between them like a tennis match of insanity. Jason's fists clenched at his sides.

Tim breathed in deep, exhaled once. “...Keep going.”

Screens flickered to life on their own. Oracle’s setup surged with static and data feeds—grainy, spectral images of Lazarus Pits failing, collapsing, boiling away into nothing. Groups of twenty. Then forty. Then eighty.

The room filled with the low thrumming of eldritch static and the faraway screams of something ancient dying.

By the time number (xxx) imploded in a burst of unnatural light, Tim raised a shaking hand.

“Stop.”

Phantom halted mid-spin, upside down, and beamed. “Pleasure doing business with you, Birdy.”

Worship Me- DCxDP prompt

Yes, it's slightly horny. Sue me!

Was there anyone in this family that didn't attract crazy? Tim would like to say that it was some more than others but the track record is horrendous for each of them.

Don't ask him how he got here. It was a blur. Mission. Altar. Cursed Mirror.

But all that doesn't matter anymore because currently in what could only be described as an obsidian palace.

The palace floats in the void like a jagged crown. Its structure defies logic—spires twist and spiral in impossible geometries, as though grown rather than built. Every surface is carved from seamless black obsidian that drinks in the light of distant stars, causing the palace to shimmer with eerie inner reflections, like shadows trapped beneath glass.

The entrance is a colossal gate shaped like an open eye, rimmed with glowing runes that pulse with alien intent. Inside, the vast halls echo with silence too deep to be natural. The floors gleam with a mirror-sheen, reflecting not just one's image, but fragments of memories, glimpses of alternate selves, or ghostly figures passing just out of reach.

Chambers are suspended in open vacuum, tethered by bridges of crystalline light or magnetic arcs. Gravity bends strangely; a single step can carry you across entire rooms or into hidden dimensions nested within the architecture.

Tim had memorized every detail of this place in the days since he arrived. Most of the time he was allowed to go about his day staying and learning about this place. He wasn't imprisoned, he had to wait for the portal to open again in a few weeks. But Tim had caught the interest of the ruler of the palace.

Now Tim sat on the edge of the floating bed. It's heaped with a sea of plush pillows in shades of midnight blue, silver, and deep violet, each embroidered with celestial patterns.

How he got to this point—he may have...had a few conversations with who he assumed was the prince. The person who he thought was the king was actually his guardian. Tim just...flirted a little to get a bit of information on this place. Danny—the prince—had been more than receptive.

It might have gone too far but here we are.

Now he was in the bedroom of who he still assumed was the crown prince with said prince currently on his lap with his lips on Tim's neck. Tim is unable to move because he believes that if they get caught Tim might end up beheaded for putting his Richard where it does not belong. Hell, they probably already know with the all-seeing eyes everywhere and the fact that the beings in this dimension phase through walls so using the door was just a polite formality.

"Stop thinking. I can practically hear your thoughts." Danny growled nipping at Tim's neck between kisses.

"Then you can te—ll, haa. Fuck! Your hand. Too fast." Tim gasped.

Danny pulled away as he grabbed Tim by the chin and made him look into his eyes. Those hypnotizing green eyes.

"Do you want this?" Danny asked his eyes narrowed.

"...Yes," Tim couldn't lie.

"What do you want?" Danny smiled his sharp elongated incisors showing.

Tim remained silent his hand pressed against the small of the princes back.

"Good, you don't have to say a word. Focus on me. Think of me. Nothing else." His hand wrapped around Tim's throat. "Worship me as your new god."

Prince—king—these words where actually meaningless titles for Danny. He was not these petty and lowly things. He was a god and he craved worship. Even if it came in the form of a single human devoted to him. How incredibly lucky that a suitable human came here. Clockwork says it was best to let the human go back to his dimension and hopefully share his experience so that others will worship Danny. He had no interest in letting his new priest go so easily, not without a parting gift.

"I wonder how I must feel to bed your new master."

We all know the nicknames that Tim gets in fics, Timberly, Timmers, Timmy, etc., but one always kinda stuck with me.

Timberella

It gets me thinking of like Cinderella. Is this the lumberjack version of her? I’d love to see a dc x Cinderella au, or better yet a dc x dp x Cinderella au. Dead tired in my case, but it could be any of the bunch depending on how you play it.

It starts off as found family, and season 2 is the dp that was hinted at in season one.

I might write this later, but my break is almost over. Y’all have my full and encouraged support on taking your own spin on this though :D

The real killer was Princess pookie all along 😔

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

So we all know about the infinite king Danny right? Like the king of all the gods or whatever?

Do you think Danny would still say stuff like “oh thank Jesus” *clutches pearls*

Cause idk about y’all, but I don’t really think there’s a god, and I still say stuff like that. It’s hard not to immediately jump to that when you got raised in a Christian environment.

But Danny’s parents are super sciencey, so would they raise their kids with religion in mind? Idk but like I think it’d be funny if Danny would slip up and say “oh my god”, but like he doesn’t have one cause he’s the top dog.

OH AND THEN THE GHOSTS AND PEOPLE AROUND HIM START THINKING THERES A GOD ABOVE THE GOD

Man that would be so funny, especially if it was like Jazz or something in the end

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."

AUGH MY POOKIES

spideytorch childhood friends au where the storms lived next door to the parkers growing up and then moved away when johnny was 13

Years later, spider-man breaks into the baxter building and while everyone else is trying to squash him, johnny takes one look at him and pulls up short

"Pete??" He asks.

Peter startles and very convincingly says, "what? I don't know what you're talking about."

Everyone else is frozen now, and sue is looking back and forth between the two of them. "Johnny," she says. "What makes you think-"

"I've known him since we were in diapers!" Johnny says. "You think i wouldn't recognize his annoying ass blindfolded and in my sleep?"

"It's been 4 years!" Peter says indignantly. "There's no way you should've been able to clock me that quickly! What the fuck, johnny?"

Instead of replying, johnny just laughs and moves forward to pull peter's mask off and says, "lemme see that face, parker. i know what your parents looked like - if you didn't grow up hot, i'm asking for a refund."

After that, the two of them are once again inseparable, just like when they were younger. It takes peter a lot of convincing to get sue not to tell may about his extra curricular activities, and in return he has to promise to come to her if he ever finds himself in over his head with one of his villains.

when peter and johnny start dating a couple of months later, no one is shocked.

this whole mutual thing is overhyped on this site. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.

Wow that’s like fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥 straight up gas damn, I wanna eat it

Joker Junior Prompt

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HEAR ME OUT- GUYS SIT YOUR ASSES DOWN AND LISTEN TO MY ANGST PROMPT:

So we all know the Joker has been a pain in the ass for everyone, yadda yadda, backstory stuff, boo hoo crying and shit.

This usually leads to great angsty fics revolving around Jason and/or Tim. Usually having the best angst covering Joker Junior and stuff. I’ve seen the headcannons, cried at the fics, great stuff.

BUT, but- no guys, hear me out, consider this. During one of Tim’s episodes -I was thinking this is years after, already going through his Red Robin character growth- it triggers after a long, long, time. How it started is up to your interpretation. But, instead of Jason being the first one to find him during his episode, no, it’s Duke Thomas.

THINK ABOUT IT!! Guys, the man already witnessed his parents go mad from Joker Venom, can you imagine how he’d react seeing someone else he considers his family show signs of being Jokerized!? THE POTENTIAL!!

And like, of course he’s not going to know about the JJ stuff and already assume the worst. Other members can get involved too, but image the scare Duke -alone- would have upon first witnessing Tim’s episode!

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This may also be me trying to include Duke into more batfam fics, but hey, that man deserves more love and attention, even if it means dragging him through some more angst- get off my back!!