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Lex | they/them usually, genderfluid tho so| fandoms, jokes and conspiracies |also some writing, basically it’s a blog and I put things on it, what a shocker right?
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Danny reincarnates into a test tube, with a grief-stricken Timothy Drake staring at him in shock. The 100th cloning attempt worked.

Danny, having been dead for a very long time, decided to reincarnate, because I love that trope.

He reincarnated into the clone baby of Kon that Tim was trying to make. But Tim couldn't ever get over the hurdle that kept making the clones inviable, so the 100th was just half his DNA and half Kon's.

Danny is the son of a teenage father, who is grieving the death of his other father, and apparently a lot of other people if the ghosts surrounding the teen hero have anything to say.

Danny had reincarnated for a go at a lazy, nice life. Just relive being mortal for a bit.

Instead, he's kidnapped by Ra's Al Ghul to force Red Robin to take care of the Council of Spiders.

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I find it incredibly funny from a meta/author perspective, that Ancient Greece decided to name their protagonist that angers many people “Anger Bringer” but, even funnier, is the in universe understating that anyone who meets Odysseus must have had the thought “oh dear, how unfortunate to be named hateful/hated” and then they have exactly One conversation with him and go “Ah I see now”

For reference, Odysseus’ name sounds very much like the Greek word odussomai, which can roughly mean “I am angry at” or “I am the cause of anger” (or simply “to hate” or “to dismiss”), a fact that is used for ironic effect frequently in the Odyssey.

It’s also specifically stated in Book 19 that Odysseus’ grandfather, a master thief and one who has also pissed off a lot of people, specifically named him this because “I am disliked by many, all across the world, and I dislike them back. So name the child Odysseus.” 19.428

Bro looked at his grandson and thought “Ahaha, this one’s going to be a troublemaker like me. Better get him started early.”

It’s like a terrible allegory for cause and effect or something.

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Prepared for Anything Part One

Danny stared at the ceiling, bored, as the creepy clown laughed manically at a camera. Danny hadn’t been in this dimension for two minutes, (he’d portalled directly into Joker’s hideout) before he was promptly tied to a chair. He could get out of it easily.

Thing was, there were others here, restrained more thoroughly than Danny. They wore colourful, armoured suits and were obviously the vigilantes/heroes of this. . .place—Gotham? Danny’d heard the name mentioned a few times now—This Freakshow wannabe was obviously one of their villains. 

Danny had been hoping someone would show up without having to draw attention to himself. What was this dimension’s stance on halfas? Or ghosts?

But no one had come yet, it had been an hour, and he was getting stiff from sitting here so long without being able to move his limbs.

Danny heaved a loud, exasperated sigh-groan at the ceiling. The guy, face-painted like a toddler who’d gotten into their parent’s make-up, suddenly stopped monologuing. 

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DPxDC Prompt

Danny can see death, but not in a way anyone assumes. When people around you die they leave a mark, how the mark appears depends on how close you are to them and how they died.

The more violent the death the more tattered the wisps, the younger they are the more fragile, the closer they are emotionally the closer they cling. many will cry in quietly despair, or wail loudly for the injustice, it is more concerning when they are silent. As if afraid to be heard...

So when Danny who is newly hired to Wayne Industries Aeronautics sector meets Bruce Wayne for the first time as he passes through to meet with his son, he is horrified to witness the amount of wisps coming from the man.

They are all tattered and fragile, children who died before their time in the most violent of ways. But that wasn't even the most horrifying part, no, it was the silence. The wisps didn't make a sound and it chilled Danny to the core.

Bruce Wayne who has a history of adopting children on the slightest of whims and has at least one child death under his belt the public knows about. Danny doesn't want to make assumptions, but there was no telling what Bruce did out of the public eye or how many children he took in that no one knows about...

When Bruce caught his eye and Danny noticed the interest that crossed his expression he realized, he fit his criteria, black hair and blue eyes. Danny hoped this wouldn't lead to him finding out personally that his boss is a serial killer, he really should have expected this when he moved to Gotham… ------------------------------------------------

AKA Every time one of his kids died a piece of them attached to Bruce before they were revived and those combined with some of the victims he couldn't save, meant that Bruce was absolutely covered in death echoes. Danny sees this and believes Bruce is a serial killer, not just any serial killer, but one that had a habit of targeting kids.

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occasionally i think about my mother’s best friend, who at one point built a whole ikea shelf well trialing some new sleeping medicine and had absolutely 0 memory of it after the fact

This post made me laugh lmfao and then it inspired this:

Danny would do anything, anything, to get a good night’s sleep and some freaking money. As much as he looooved- note the sarcasm- his minimum wage job that barely covered the cost of his tuition, he’s in desperate need of funds. If he had to survive on boxed Mac n’ Cheese, as good as it is, for another week, Danny might actually consider taking over the world.

Lo and behold, Gotham’s on brand shady ass pharmaceutical companies offered $500 to people who would trial their new sleep medication. Danny, being new to the city and desperate, had no idea that any medication not from Wayne Enterprises had a 70% chance of fatality and/or caused some horrible brainwashing side effect. To be fair… Danny couldn’t exactly get dead-er. Well, maybe his human side could die but it sure as hell wouldn’t be from a pill that didn’t contain blood blossoms.

So he took the plunge, and entered the trial. Oddly enough, they gave him the money first.

Danny shrugged, popped the pill in his mouth, and went home. After stopping by the grocery store to grab snacks, of course. After that… well, his mind went blank.

Which leads to now, as Danny blinked back into consciousness. He sat up from his wonderful couch and promptly did a double take.

Danny’s apartment was kind of bare before. Now? There’s new shelving- that he did not remember putting together mind you- and an assortment of random furniture cluttered around his studio.

The most damning, most bamboozling, part of his new surroundings were the fucking Gotham vigilantes tied up on his floor. They stared at him. Danny gawked back.

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Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.

Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.

Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?

He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??

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babysitting your work friend's kid and he asks to look at your patchwork quilt of a skull. wyd. inspired by Super Sons #6!

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A day of freedom, this was what danny smelled the moment he, alongside his new team (!!!) The Justice League, finished their most recent mission which involved aliens (!!!).

Until, on their way back home, a green (familiar) portal opened, hands grabbed and hauled him right through it.

Now this was, believe it or not, familiar and, and! He knew what to do.

What he didn't expect is Batman's hook to wind up around his middle, superman clinging on batman, wonder woman on superman, flash actually on his left leg and—

You get it. The entire team tm just went into the portal as well, cut contact to the tower and its absolute chaos!

What's he gonna do now??

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Dcxdp #25

Ambassador Danny pretending not to know anything about humans / the living

 the Justice League stepping a little bit too far into  infinite realm politics. so the realm says they will send an ambassador. For the council it's getting Danny away and learning things like diplomacy and also keeping an eye out on the heroes. Danny is a prince not a king of the zone but is told not reveal that due to security risks.

Danny is told not to reveal too much because of the Realms bad experiences with the government in his home dimension so Danny just plays down.  Amity Park and the places from DC are separate dimensions. Danny is having the time of his life  pretending to be a tourist in the living realm. And he keeps mentioning his time travel Adventures so they're all convinced he's very old.

Danny keeps scamming Heroes into doing the stupidest stuff just for his own amusement While he pretends to have no idea  what he's making them do. the heroes I'm imagining are Tim's Young Justice team like Kon, Bart and Cassie but it can really be any heroes

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You Don’t Know Me

“We’re so glad you’re showing an interest in our work here, Mr. Wayne!”

“Of course! It’s just all so new!” Bruce said through a hollow laugh, “It’s almost unbelievable!”

“Believing in ghosts is the first step to finally getting rid of them!”

Bruce fought to keep his face flat as the director enthusiastically continued his tour of their facility.

Their ghost hunting facility.

Where they had funded and government sanctioned labs purely for the persecution of an entire inter-dimensional species.

“-Truly, the Drs.Fenton were an inspiration to the entire field of ectobiology! We wouldn’t know half the things we know about ghosts if it wasn’t for their early research!”

Bruce forced a thin smile, “Oh? Will I get to meet them? Or can I at least see some of their work?”

The man faltered almost imperceptibly, “Ah well.. that might be a bit, Fentons can be a bit.. overzealous and-“

“I’m sure it would go a long way to understanding the need for such a large facility. If it’s worth it even, perhaps I could fund an expansion…” Bruce let his voice trail off.

The man’s eyes sharpened at the mention of his financials- of course, what more could you expect from a shark who’d joined an operation like this- and the man quickly smiled.

“But of course Mr. Wayne!” He turned around, leading them towards an elevator, “Our labs are just downstairs, easy access you know, and well.. with any new specimens it’s always best to start right away!”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. They already had subjects? Their reports, their research had indicated they weren’t there yet, but if they were, this could quickly turn into a rescue mis-

“-It’s an absolute honor that we even have one of the Fenton’s themselves working with us!” Bruce sharpened his senses, one of them was here? The people who had laid every base for a hateful crusade against another dimension, all for their own ambition?

“Our labs are right through here,” the director said as he pushed open a door, “Dr. Fenton is working with our prize specimen right now, I’m sure!”

Bruce quickly scanned and analyzed the entire room. Testing tubes, jars filled with green, centrifuges, a sample fridge, glassware, plenty of counter space, all taken up by various tools and materials. And standing in front it was the reason for it all, dressed in a white lab coat over garish latex.

He turned around as they entered, “You know me too well, Director,” the young man spoke, ignoring the green splattered over his gloves, “My work with him isn’t finished yet.”

“Mr.Wayne, meet our frontier scientist, Dr. Daniel Fenton.”

Bruce Wayne scanned the young man, no older than 26, with a height similar to his own and shoulders only halfway less.

A scientist. An unknown. A threat.

Fenton smiled at him, “Tell me Mr.Wayne,” Daniel said, and his smile went sharp, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

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Ambassador Danny AU

Just a silly thing knocking around in my brain.

Batman halted in the door of the conference room, taking in the sight of a strange being lounging imperiously in his chair. His white hair seemed to defy gravity ever so gently and his green, glowing eyes—Jason’s eyes—stared back with none of the regard or fear so many people showed towards Batman. His tanned face was speckled with tiny stars that Batman had to actively resist becoming memorized by. The boy’s choice of covering was sheening armour that refracted the light through his chest-plate of black ice. The white sleet that sharpened his knuckles seemed perfectly capable of movement despite it encasing his hands in similar fashion to the chest-plate; glassy in it’s brutal edges and as hard as the sheets that form over the coldest of lakes. 

The watchtower had been invaded. Batman had questioned why the place was so cold when he’d arrived. Now he knew.

The only thing that kept Batman from immediately reacting might have—very much—had to do with how young he looked. A boy in the second half of his teens.

And the fact that several other Justice League members were at Batman’s back as he strolled further into the room, watching the boy warily.

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We Didn’t Start The Fire

“See man, the moon!” Kid Flash said as they came outside, standing on the pile of rubble.

“And Superman! Do we fulfill our promises or what…” his voice trails off as a grinding clanking sound echoes behind them.

They turned around, confused to see a tricked out pale yellow Volkswagen bug trucking its way up the rubble and crumbled building blocks. It stopped before it got too steep, a man in a familiar white lab coat stumbling out.

Immediately, they were on guard, the man haphazardly climbing towards them.

Robin drew two batarangs in each hand, standing in front of Superboy as he got closer. It didn’t even matter that the Justice League had just landed behind them, if this CADMUS scientist tried something, Robin would be the first to defend Superboy. Without hesitance.

The man stopped in front of them, huffing for breath.

“You’re-!” He stopped, leaning over his knees with gasping breaths, “Sorry, one sec!” He held up a finger, gasping for another few seconds before stepping forward-

Chains of water surrounded him before they could blink, Robin looking back surprised to see Aqualad standing with extended weapons and a grim face.

“This is odd.” The man looked at the water wrapped around him, wriggling a bit before shrugging. His eyes zeroed in on Superboy, “You’re okay!” He said with a blinding grin.

Superboy recoiled and Robin immediately stepped between them.

“What.”

The man glanced at him briefly before looking back over Robin’s head, “You are okay right? I mean I tried my best but I couldn’t figure out a way to get you out- I mean if I’d known you were there to begin with I’d would have never-but then I wouldn’t have-

“Who are you?” Superman asks, suddenly close from behind them.

The man’s mouth clicks shut, looking between them all before a grimacing smile rises to his face.

He extends his hand at the elbow between the liquid chains, “Dr. Danny Fenton, ex-biochemical engineer of CADMUS labs Mr.Superman,sir.”

Flash zips forward, the eyes of his cowl narrowed, “Ex?”

The grimace turns into a wince. “Oh.. heh, yeah, I’ve found that arson is usually a pretty good kickstart of sudden unemployment,” there’s a thoughtful pause as he looks over the rubble, “It’s usually accidental though.”

Nobody responds.

“What? You didn’t think that lab fire started on its own did you? How else was I supposed to get you here?”

“There’s a Justice League public phone! That’s literally its entire purpose!” Kid Flash shouts, throwing his hands in the air. At this point, Aqualad cautiously lowers his water bearers, releasing Fenton.

“Oh, sure, I call a bunch of superheroes and tell them my boss is doing a Grow-Your-Own-Superman in the boiler room. That’d go over well.” He pauses, “Though the sidekicks was a surprise.”

The comment goes uncorrected, as the rest of the league has snapped to face Superboy the moment he says it.

Superman looks stricken as Superboy reveals the logo on his torn shirt.

Fenton unceremoniously breaks the tension, “Sorry I never asked, do you have a name? I’d feel really bad just calling you-“

“… They called me.. Superboy..” He says, still not looking away from the man of steel in front of him.

“That’s not-“ Fenton rubs his temples and sighs harshly, “Okay, I can fix that later, whatever-“

“You’re not gonna be ‘fixing’ anything, Doctor.” Robin snarls.

Fenton blinks. “Huh?”

Batman steps forward, “Green Lantern.”

Green construct cuffs snap around the Dr.Fenton’s wrists, though he looks at them puzzled.

“Superman, check for survivors in the damage, Flash find some salvageable evidence before it finishes burning. The rest of us, we’ll continue this interrogation at the hall.”

“Wait what?” Dr. Fenton says, perking up like a meerkat even as Batman turns away with swirl of his cape.

“What about me?” Superboy asks, desperation in his hesitant step forward.

Batman looks to Superman. Superman nods, and then shoots off into the rubble and emergency vehicles.

“For now, you come with us.” Batman says, and Superboy’s shoulders loosen just a hint.

The dark knight pauses again before turning completely, “And don’t think we’ve forgotten the rest of you,” he says, cowled eyes narrowed over his shoulder, “Robin.”

Robin shirks back, “Heh.. Right.”

“Wait what’s going on?” The Fenton scientist yelled back over his shoulder as Green Lantern pulls him away.

He starts to say something but the construct fully engulfs him now, shifting from a platform to a soundproof bubble.

It seems to shock him enough, Fenton tapping at the walls and looking like he wants to take it apart and take a sample.

Robin grit his teeth.

He was not gonna let these CADMUS freaks touch Superboy again.

Not Fenton or anybody else.

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DCxDP Prompt

Ra's had a secret, one that not even his closest confidants knew of.

In an undisclosed location, in a twisting cave system deep below the earth, is a hidden cavern. Within that cavern is a very familiar green glow, but this pit is very different from the rest.

Because in the center of the pool, hung by an excessive amount of glowing chains is a pale being with white hair and green eyes. They hang limp and listless where they are impaled in countless places, leaking bright green into the pool below them.

This was Ra's greatest secret, Lazarus himself.

The being has never spoken, has never done more then stare listlessly at the pool beneath themselves and has never answered a single question Ra's has asked no matter what method he implemented.

Ra's had planned to bring Damian to Lazarus once he was old enough, but the child had proven himself unloyal once the detective got hold of him. It was a disappointment.

Tim though, had proven himself a more viable heir. Smarter, more clever and willing to do what the detective would not. So when he had taken Tim from the desert bleeding out from a fatal wound, he healed him and brought him to Lazarus.

What he didn't expect was for Lazarus to speak to Tim.

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Oh I definitely want more of this! The original tags mentioned Ra's finding Danny already chained up. I wonder who chained him like that. Did someone seal him away because of a prophecy that spelled out that he would bring the end of the world, not knowing that he had already fixed that problem?

Or maybe he was sealed there for his sort of protection? Like, something attacked him, whether it be the GIW or something completely different and he got severely injured(hence the impalement) but no one knew how to actually help him at the time so they put some kind of binding spell on him or something to keep him there in hiding and also to kinda time freeze his injuries until they could figure out a way to help him but alot of time passed and the help he needed to get healed just never came for who knows why?

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Fallen.

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Really enjoyed working on this commission about Jason. Thanks to my amazing commissioner🙏

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Damian had never seen another person his age before.

“Wow, you're good at that.”

Damian froze in his practice and looked over at the boy. It was after his lesson, his instructor had other students to teach, and Damian had his own private training area. Well, it was supposed to be private. “Who are you?”

“Danny, what's your name?”

Damian glared at the boy. Who doesn't know who he is? “I am Damian Al-Ghoul, grandson of the Demon's Head, son of the Bat, heir to the League of Assassins.”

“Wow, that's a lot... Can I just call you Damian?”

“Servants call me Master. How did you get here?”

Danny shrugged, “I was just looking around.”

“Just looking around...”

“Yeah, my parents are in the science lab down in the bottom basement with the weird lake and I was helping them, but then I got board and Jazz said I wasn't allowed to leave the lab, but when I asked Dad, he said I could do what I want as long as I don't get in trouble.”

“Oh, the idiot scientists.” Damian remembered how his mother had described the new scientists hired to study the Lazarus Pools. A pair of geniuses when it came to the scientific study of magic but idiots in all other fields. Surely only idiots would bring their children to live with the League of Assassins.

“What do you mean? If you're a scientist you can't be an idiot?”

Damian huffed at the boy. “You can be smart at one thing and dumb at others. Like you could be good at reading but bad at numbers.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense. But I'm pretty good at reading and numbers.” Danny then smiled brightly, “It looks like you're really good at swording though.”

“It's called swordplay. And yes, I am good at it. Better at it at my age than many who are older.”

“Can you show me how to do it?”

Damian contemplated for a moment, “As long as you don't get in the way of my practice, I don't see why not.”

Danny cheered as he ran up to where Damian was standing, but Damian pointed to the side of the training area, “There should be a spare sword over there you can use.”

Danny nodded and ran to get it then ran back.

Damian wasn't sure if he'd like showing Danny how to use a sword, but he liked how Danny followed all his instructions. It was different than how the servants followed his orders, but Damian couldn't place why. It became common place, for Danny to show up after Damian's lessons and Damian would show him what he'd learned. It actually made learning new things easier because Damian had to figure out how exactly something worked in order to show Danny how to do it. Not only that, but when they practiced the moves on each other, Danny would change them and make it harder to beat him. Damian did win every time, but Danny wasn't half bad.

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The Smoke in my Lungs

Jason breathes in deeply as he leans against the railing of the fire escape, cigarette between his fingers. Thick Gotham air curls down his throat. He’s probably on one of the few fire escapes in Gotham that would hold his weight with risk or rust.

A necessity when you know vigilantes (and annoying acrobat almost brothers) who’d rather climb through a window than a flight of stairs.

He looks down at the cigarette in his hands, the tip dull in the darkness without a slow burning ember.

Of course it is. He didn’t light it. He never does.

Jason has smoked exactly one cigarette since his miraculous return. Some shitty hotel room in Turkey. Barely a month after the pit, and it had thrown him right back.

One inhale had left him shaking and sobbing in his closet for half a day, the taste of ash and smoke thick on his tongue.

The first thing he’d tasted when he’d woken. Ash, then darkness, then the pit, then… ash again.

Fire licked at his skin, wreckage a crushing weight on his chest, he couldn’t breathe, Bruce! Please! He can’t breathe, oh god he’s gonna-!

“Those’ll kill you y’know?”

Jason’s eyes snap up, spotting dark hair falling around the face dangling upside down in front of him.

“Dick.”

Nightwing smiles and flips down from fire escape above him to landing gently next to him, “No names in the masks,”

Jason smirks at him, “Who said I was using your name?”

Nightwing rolls his eyes, “Sure.”

“Whatdya want, dick?” Jason says, turning back out to the city, he doesn’t let his shoulders drop though, unwilling to hear it from Wing.

“Oh just stopping by, Red Robin’s gonna be rolling through soon, we’re working together tonight, figured he could just do a swing by. Thought I’d stop in while I waited.”

“Well, Nightwing,” Jason glared at him, “as a completely regular, normal, civilian, I appreciate the concern, but you can leave now.”

Nightwing opens his mouth to snark back, only to be cut off by a piercing siren going off a few blocks away. Both their heads snap to it.

“You better get that, Nightwing, civilian safety and all that,” Jason says with a small smirk.

Nightwing scowls at him, already backing up towards the railing, “I better see you at Sunday dinner,” he jumps to the railing, balancing for a second before tipping backwards.

“Farewell good citizen!” Nightwing shouts back as he swings across the next roof. Jason spots a second caped shadow join him in the distance. Tim finally caught up then. Good for him.

Jason crushed the tip of the unlit cigarette into his ashtray, turning to go inside.

He closed the window behind him, sighing into his empty apartment.

And smoke still filled his lungs.

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