Party Clown

*Jason and Bruce fighting*

Jason: Who are you to tell me what to do?! You can't even take care of your own problems!

Bruce: I can take care of my own problems!

Jason: Yeah, by throwing Dick at them!

The snek: confused and wanting to go back to their hole

The guy: oh my gosh a snek :D

AHHHHH MY HEART THIS AMAZING

OH MU GOD THEM THIS IS SOOO CUTE

Talia screaming into her pillow at the end, the two of them being so awkward, the NICKNAMES

*slams head on desk*

*muffled* oh my gooooddddd

Their so adorkable and I love it

Fem!Damian (Talia) x Danny, PART 3.

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The ride back to the manor has been spend in tense silence so far. Jason has crossed his arms over his chest as he looked out of the car’s window while Talia, who is sitting on the back, is glaring unblinking daggers to her second oldest brother.

“Those are some lovely flowers, miss Talia.” Alfred casually comments during the third red light.

The young girl finally blinks and looks at Alfred with a calmer gaze. “Daniel gave them to me. Do you think that if I plant them in the garden they would stick?”

“We can try.”

“Thank you, Pennyworth.”

“And what about you, master Jason? Do you not have anything to say to your sister?”

“In my defense, Dick told me to do it.” Jason, faster than any speedster, throws his older brother under the bus.

“Tt, and now you listen to Richard’s every word.” Talia growls.

Alfred sighs in disappointment. “It seems I’ll have to talk to master Richard too.”

“Don’t you think she is too young to have dates?” Jason asks Alfred.

“I’m fourteen!” Talia exclaims.

“I think that by far miss Talia has shown great emotional development, she also told me exactly where she was going to be and with who, never trying to mislead me in her endeavor, unlike some other fourteen years old that have been under my care.” Alfred answers Jason as he directs a significant stare to the younger male in the car.

“Urgh, fine. My bad, sorry Talia.”

“You are not forgiven and you and Richard better be prepared for my vengeance.” Talia answers him and then twists her face away from him like the brat she is.

When they arrive to the manor Talia walked off right to her room, not before slamming the car’s door that is, the small bouquet Danny had given her secure in her grasp.

Alfred and Jason stay behind. “Very well, master Jason, I hope you have not forgotten what follows?”

“Oh, come on! Don’t you think I’m little too old to kneel with my arms raised up?”

“Do you prefer to be in hand stand until patrol time, then?”

“I’ll go kneel at my usual spot, thank-you-very-much.” Jason starts walking up the stair when he suddenly stops and turns to look at Alfred. “Do I still have cookie rights?”

“Not until miss Talia forgives you.” Alfred says as he walks pass Jason on the stairs.

“Damn it!”

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“Hey lover boy~.” Elle (previously known as Danielle) greets her now nephew as he walks into the apartment with rosy cheeks, blown wide pupils, wobbly smile and core purring like a content cat. “How was your date with, *sigh*, Talia~.” She mockingly does a dreamily sigh and bats her eyelashes at Danny.

Danny goes from happy purring kitten to grumpy old cat as soon as he locks gazes with Elle, the older female moving her eyebrows up and down, waiting for the details as a Cheshire cat smile blooms on her face.

“It was good… she was gorgeous as always.” Danny sighs in love. “But then one of her older brothers pop out from thin air and decided to join us.”

“What?!” Elle exclaims scandalized. She even planned to take the Saturday shift at work to leave Danny and his date on their own!

“Yeah, it was the second oldest, the one that died.” Danny tells her as he walks further into the apartment and takes away his hoodie. “I know I’m not supposed to judge revenants, but he is probably the one that smells the worst out of all the revenants I’ve met.”

“Pfff, you have only met Grundy, baby boo, and I guess now this other one.” Elle says as she rolls her eyes in amusement. “But you know why that is, right? It’s because of the negative emotions that feed the ecto that brings them back.” Elle says as she flops back on the couch. “As he heals and his core settles the smell should go away little by little.”

“I’m glad he’s healing, but did he had to crash on my date with Talia?”

“Like you’re any better; do I have to remind you my last date?”

“I know.” Danny acknowledges his bad habit of turning into an overprotective gremlin whenever someone tries to date his mom or his aunt. “That’s why I get it and didn’t mind it that much. In the end we had a lot of fun though and I got our improvised chaperon to take some pictures for us. Wanna see them?”

“You know I do.” Ellie straightens and sits up, patting the now free space next to her on the couch so Danny could sit with her.

“Op, wait, Talia is calling me. Will have to be later.”

“Yeah, yeah, go to your girlfriend. We’ll talk later.”

“Thanks Elle!”

And just like that Danny is off to his room.

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Right after Talia closed the door of her room, she takes her cellphone from her bag while she walked to her desk and, as she clicks over Danny’s number to make the call, she puts both her bag and flowers over the desk.

“Hey, Talia. You home already?” Danny asks as he answers the call.

“Yes, we arrived minutes ago, actually. It’s just-Daniel I’m truly sorry for what happened.” Tt, so embarrassing!

“And I already told you that it’s ok, Talia. Actually, I think it was karma biting my ass back.” Danny says. “Whenever my mom and my aunt Elle have a date my uncle Dan and I get pretty intense, we also follow them and try to intimidate their dates.”

“So, are you the jealous type?” Talia questions with teasing voice as she sits on her bed.

“I like to think that I’m the protector type.” Danny defends his case.

Talia smiles as she allows her back to land on the soft mattres of her bed. “Would you protect me then, oh mighty warrior?”

“Yes.”

And there is a confidence in his words, such certainty in his voice, not doubt, no fear; Talia feels her heart skip a beat.

“W-well, maybe I am the one that will protect you.” She tries to fight back. She is The Robin, gods damn it, Blood of the Bat, The Demon Head’s Heir, a master assassin since the age of six! Pull yourself together woman! She thinks.

“We can protect each other then. Be the ultimate team. How does that sound?”

“Perfect.” Talia softly says as she hugs a pillow to her chest.

“Perfect.” Danny sweetly echoes and Talia melts a little.

“I-I was thinking.” Talia speaks again. “Since my brother disturbed our date I’ll make it to you, so I’ll be the one to plan and take you someplace for our next one.”

“Talia, you don’t have anything to make up to me.”

“I insist. For our second date it is my duty as your girlfriend to also take you to nice places.”

“Oh… a-are we… I mean-am I-boyfriend?” Danny stutters and it is then that Talia realizes what she just said.

“W-well…” Talia’s face is so red she might actually turn into a tomato. “Yes!” To hell with it. “We are boyfriend and girlfriend; it is only natural.”

“I-yes, r-right!” On his side of the phone call Danny literally floating over his bed and glowing like a rave green glowstick.

“Then I’ll call you later, azizi.”

“Y-yes, take care, starlight.”

And as soon as Danny finished talking Talia ended the call, she took a pillow and smothered her gleeful scream against it.

The Disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne, and how Watcher Mystery Files solved it in one episode.

Wrote it for a warm up, freaked out because I didn't know how to end it, copped out, wrote Omegaverse instead, finished another story, circled back to this one.

Anyways this was inspired by this post right here from @thebeeswantarson

it looks like this go reblog it

Alright here we go.

When the nosebleeds had started, Tim hadn’t really thought anything of it.

He’d waved away concerned friends and family, shoved tissues (and tampons, on one memorable occasion) up his nose, and gone about his day.

Then the migraines. Oh, the migraines.

After the increased migraines, increased stomach issues, and a few fainting spells that had even Bruce cornering him and demanding he see a doctor, Tim had acquiesced.

And the result after many CATscans and MRIs?

Nothing. No tumors, no signs of disease, normal bloodwork-nothing physical was wrong.

Nothing magical, either. He’d gone to some JLD members to ensure that.

After consulting with his small team of doctors, they finally managed to pinpoint what was driving his body to rebel against itself.

Stress.

Fucking stress.

Like some sort of swooning Victorian maiden, but with all the swooning and none of the cocaine.

So.

Tim had written email to his friends and family, sent them off, and proceeded to completely detach from the world around him in his most well-kept secret bunker.

Tim knew himself, and if he maintained contact with anyone then he’d inevitably go back to working on cases and undoing the de-stressing he was attempting.

He hadn’t been sure if it would work, or if the stress of not being able to connect to the others or work on cases would make things worse, but it had. Unorthodox, yes, but it worked! He’d relaxed and caught up on sleep!

But fully rested, and also more than a little bored, he knew it was time to get back into the swing of things.

Mournfully, Tim bid his state-of-the-art bunker goodbye and started going through the multiple airlocks to get outside.

The absolute second he stepped out, though, the air rippled and Kon was immediately there.

Kon looked…disheveled.

His hair was a wreck, he only had one sleeve of his jacket on, and…were those tear tracks?

Why was Kon crying?

Fuck, had the zombie apocalypse started while he’d been away?

Tim held out his hands in a calming motion, not breaking eye contact.

“It’ll be okay Kon; we can figure out what the cure is for the Zombie Plague.” Tim didn’t actually know if he could figure it out, but he didn’t want Kon to freak out anymore than he already was.

Tim’s hands were pushed aside in favor of being swept into an all-consuming hug, and-yup. Kon absolutely was crying into his shoulder.

Tim was officially concerned.

“Is Bart okay? Is Cassie okay? Kon, who’s hurt, what happened-“

“You, Rob. You’re okay. Shut up, I’m having a moment.”

Tim was even more confused, but that was alright; his brain started working without him.

Kon was crying, and emphasizing that Tim was okay. Kon had not realized that Tim was fine, ergo Kon had not received the email Tim had sent out.

Then Tim’s brain went Tim Big Brain.

Normally, a misconception like that would have been cleared up right away by someone else with correct information. But it hadn’t been cleared up at all, and Kon was never quiet about trying to save someone.

Thus, no one had known any different to what Kon had believed. No one had known to correct the misconception that he had found himself immersed in.

Therefore, the emails had not been sent out.

…

The…emails had not been sent out.

Oh fuck him the emails had not been sent out and he went on his merry way to an unlisted bunker with soundproofing for six fucking months.

“You were supposed to receive an email,” Tim muttered, horrified, as his arms wrapped around Kon as well.

Kon snorted wetly.

“Well I didn’t, and neither did anyone else.”

“Yeah, I kinda get that now. I’m in…so much trouble.”

Kon nodded into Tim’s shoulder, smearing snot and tears into his shirt. Tim didn’t even complain.

He was too busy realizing just how badly he was in for it.

~~~~~~

Bruce could feel the conversation he was trying to have begin to turn into another fight.

Dick was insisting that Ra’s Al Ghul had to be the one who had taken Tim, and had roped Damian in on it.

The problem was that there was no real concrete evidence that Ra’s had taken Tim, and Bruce refused to let them move in without intel on, at the very minimum, where Tim could have been taken.

Dick, naturally, was not happy with that answer.

Bruce, of course, refused to lose any more of his children. Especially if it was something he could have easily prevented.

“Father, if Grandfather has Drake it is only a matter of time before irreparable damage is done. We must move quickly.”

Bruce shook his head, standing more firmly in front of his oldest and youngest.

Dick looked ready to explode.

“Get out of the way, Bruce. I’m getting Tim.” Dick’s stance was tense, and his words moreso.

Bruce had no doubt this would devolve into a physical confrontation if he did not ed-escalate.

He opened his mouth to do just that when, with a shrill beeping sound, Oracle chimed in.

“Uh, guys? I think I just found Tim.”

Bruce felt something inside of himself relax, and didn’t bother to stop Dick and Damian as they charged past him to crowd the Batcomputer.

“Oracle, report; where is he?” Was he safe? Did he need help?

“About that…”

“Babs please!” Dick begged, knuckles white from where he gripped the console.

“He’s currently outrunning the paparazzi and a literal mob of Gothamites with phones.”

Bruce…had no idea how to respond to that.

Neither did Dick, apparently.

“They’re all livestreaming, so like; tracking him isn’t an issue,” Oracle supplied, like that made things make more sense.

The screen blinked, and four separate video feeds from random Gothamites showed Tim running from them at different angles.

“…Agent A, I believe it’d be best for you to pick him up.”

All eyes were on Tim; it would be weird if Batman swooped down to retrieve him.

~~~~~~

When Tim had Kon drop him off, he had been expecting maybe a second look or two when he stepped out of that alley.

What Kon may have neglected to mention, however, was that the disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne was all anyone had been talking about for four months. There were a lot of theories, but the most prevalent happened to be the most gruesome.

Popular theory one; Bruce Wayne murdered Timothy Drake-Wayne in cold blood after Timothy made a decision with Wayne Enterprises that infuriated the man.

Popular theory two; Timothy Drake-Wayne was being held for ransom, and Bruce Wayne was refusing to pay it. Effectively, it was the same as theory one but with more steps.

Popular theory three; Timothy Drake-Wayne had been captured by Gotham’s underbelly and sold into human trafficking.

And the fourth most popular theory; Timothy Drake-Wayne was abducted by aliens.

So when Tim stepped out of that alley, it wasn’t to an occasional second glance.

It was to excited whispers and impromptu livestreaming.

Naturally, Tim bolted.

He’d outrun one mob, only to run into another one. His face was all over the internet, he knew, and there was no way Barbara hadn’t caught on.

He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, really, and made the worst mistake he could have made at that particular point in time.

He ran in front of Wayne Enterprises.

There were two guys, presumably talking about his disappearance. One was average height, the other was tall, and both were clearly not from Gotham.

He heard tiny snatches of their conversation as he got closer, pinned the California accents, and shoved past them with a half shouted apology.

“Well would’ja lookit that, Ryan; looks like it just solved itself!”

“How?!”

Tim let them fall into the background and used his new bearings to beeline for Crime Alley.

After all, only idiots would follow someone into Crime Alley.

Unfortunately, after twenty minutes Tim was forced to admit that the general populace of Gotham probably wasn’t on the scale of normal he had been depending on.

They had indeed followed him all the way into Crime Alley.

So he tried to lose them even harder.

He shoved between muggers and their victims, blew through obvious drug deals, and jumped over the tables hosting poker games so intense that the players were fingering their weapons.

Still, the crowd followed him.

Tim took three quick turns, prepared to take a fourth, and was snatched out of the street and into an old building.

The hold was meant for restraint, and Tim couldn’t break out of it without making a lot of noise, which he really didn’t want to do.

Plus, he recognized the arms latched around him and keeping him in place.

“Thanks Hood,” Tim whisper-panted.

The arms got tighter.

“Kid, do you have any idea how many ops I blew searching for you?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Was absolutely convinced trafficker filth had gotten their hands on my kid brother,” Hood continued quietly, the mechanical rasp making his words deceptively collected, “So I went ahead and destroyed some of my only leads on the off chance that I’d find him.”

Tim felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat.

“So…you need help picking up your old trails?”

“’Help’ feels wrong. I’m owed it, Timmers.”

~~~~~~

‘Timothy Drake-Wayne Returns from the Dead!’

Tim thought that the newspapers were, quite possibly exaggerating just a little.

Just like his family was overreacting.

He was to wear at least four trackers at all times, he had to check in four times a day, he had to help Red Hood with picking back up the case load he’d all but set on fire in search of Tim, and he had to take Damian wherever their youngest wanted to go.

Apparently, the Little Demon had been so concerned that Ra’s Al Ghul had Tim that he’d started having nightmares.

And Tim wasn’t gonna lie, he felt beyond shitty for that. Well, that and everything else.

He’d also been forced to tell Bruce the location of every single one of his bunkers.

He’d sulk but…Tim also kind of felt like the worlds biggest asshole.

So.

He’d just…remember to actually hit send, not save, next time.

DROWN HIM

Tis September 1st

*September 1st on Tumblr*

YES

I’ve gone deep into the “human turned cybertronian” rabbit hole to the point it makes me wanna write my own snippets… but when I try to watch the Bayverse movies I can not for the life of me focus on the movie. I also retain none of the lore when the movies over.

Also how come there are like no human to transformer fanfics that include Charlie?

Someone turn that girl that into a little car that bumblebee will guard with his life

This explains so much

Good description! Say it louder for the idiots in the back!

Yo I need help trying to find this post about how Danny phantom was forced to work for the Joker because Joker had Dani’s core and Danny was basically an adult older than in the show and was called The King by Joker but told people to call him Phantom. He would also help out the hostages and bats making the bats wonder why and how Phantom was working for/with Joker.

Pls I can’t find this anywhere I know it exist I have read many times I just can’t find it :(

A lot of people around me are having kids and every day it becomes more apparent that hitting your children to punish them is insane because literally everything can be a horrible punishment in their eyes if you frame it as such.

Like, one family makes their toddler sit on the stairs for three minutes when he hits his brother or whatever. The stairs are well lit and he can see his family the whole time, he’s just not allowed to get up and leave the stairs or the timer starts over. He fucking hates it just because it’s framed as a punishment.

Another family use a baseball cap. It’s just a plain blue cap with nothing on it. When their toddler needs discipline he gets a timeout on a chair and has to put the cap on. When they’re out and about he just has to wear the cap but it gets the same reaction. Nobody around them can tell he’s being punished because it’s in no way an embarrassing cap, but HE knows and just the threat of having to wear it is enough.

And there isn’t the same contempt afterwards I’ve seen with kids whose parents hit them. One time the kid swung a stick at my dog, his mother immediately made him sit on the stairs, he screamed but stayed put, then he came over to my dog and gently said “Sorry Ellie” and went back to playing like nothing happened, but this time without swinging sticks at the nearby animals.