Green Arrow, Getting Into A Fight With Batman Because He Insulted Bruce

The first piece of fanart, I've ever gotten and it's incredible. Thank you so much @doodlesforfics this is amazing. And they have other fanart too for other fics on AO3, go check them out!

Who’s Old Now? by @lirabuswavi​ (um i hope i tagged the right person, cause like im 80% sure you are same ao3 lirabuswavi, if not im sorry <;D)

ok this one-shot literally opened my eyes to sheer chaos possibility of Adult!Fenton adopting kid Billy B. while Teenager!Phantom being mistaken as Shazam’s ward and just ladskjsdk??? superhero/magic/ghost community would not be prepared. amazing fic. such fun.

and some doodles inspired by the fic

let lil Billy have retired ghost superhero possibly eldritch overpowered being Phantom as protective Dad.

Dan: NOBODY MESSES WITH THESE KIDS-

Realizes the teen heroes are Right There.

Dan: Uh, except me. Muahah.

Dan, reformed after three millennia in an isolated time pocket and lots of therapy, decides to try being a hero again.

Only, he's not very good at it. He looks fucking terrifying, and when people see him they tend to run towards the actual danger to get away.

So he's hanging out, invisible, on a random cities rooftop, when a pair of kid vigilantes plop down and start complaining how their mentors don't trust them ecause they haven't had any real combat experience. But to get experience, they need to be out there!

So while these teenagers plan something monumentally stupid, Dan realizes he has a unique opportunity.

Dan becomes a training villain.

A villain that specifically is meant to test kid vigilantes.

He does stupid, petty villain shit and the adult heroes quickly realize that this villain, instead of hurting their kid sidekicks, is teaching them between blows.

Dan's powers are nothing to sneeze at, so a kid vigilante holding their own against him for at least four minutes is considered impressive.

But he never, ever, hurts the kids.

There was an incident where another villain hurt a kid in front of Dan.

No one knows where that villain is.

@simplestoryteller

actually @ every fanfiction writer whether you wrote something that got thousands of reblogs and comments and became a staple in your fandom, or you wrote one fic and deleted it, or you write mutilchaptered fics that never get a final update, or write short fics, or long fics, or used to write and now you don’t, or you deleted/orphaned your works, or you only share with friends:

thank you.

sharing your writing is hard. and sometimes it’s thankless. sometimes it’s such a negative experience that I wonder how anyone does it at all. but you are needed; you are wanted. whether or not we properly acknowledge it, you are a vital part of fandom culture. thanks for sharing.

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It was at this point his brothers came ambling up to him, trying to subtly assess the kid (spoiler: it was not subtle). The kid clocked them approaching and frowned before looking up at Jason.

"Do you know them?"

Jason sighed. "Yeah, those are my loser brothers. If they make jokes about adoption, it's fine. We're all adopted so it's a family joke,"

And right on time, Dick chimed up. "I can't believe we're going to have to tell Alfred he's a grandfather! How could you hide his grandson from him for so long?" Dick dramatically swooned onto his shoulder and danced out of the way when Jason tried to shove him.

"Yeah, Jason," Tim spoke up deadpan, typing away at his phone, "For shame," Then he looked up at Danny. "Is this you?" He asked, holding out his phone. Jason squinted and leaned closer.

The picture was of a teenager mid-flight holding his hand out with a beam of Lazarus Green (what the fuck) energy coming out of it. He was wearing a black and white jumpsuit with a barely visible logo on the chest and Pit coloured eyes (What The Fuck) glowing beneath snowy white hair. But overall facial construction, build, shit, even the hairstyle...Danny was a vigilante. And Tim had just broken his identity.

Beside him Danny paled rapidly, but put on a casual grin and shook his head. "Me? Dude, you need to get your eyes checked. That's Phantom, and he's a ghost. Do I look dead to you?" Rather convincing to the untrained eye. Unfourtanetly for him, he was surrounded by them.

Jason spoke softly and slowly ruffled the kids hair. "Nice try, kiddo. But we can tell," The kid turned to him, big blue eyes looking up at him. The kid was so scared, and he was looking to Jason. He was looking to Jason for protection. (Something inside him started screaming violently to get rid of whatever made the kid scared from now until forever).

Jason paused for a moment, before deciding to take a risk. He shoved a hand into his pocket and palmed a spare domino mask before bringing it out, angling is so no one but the kid under his arm would be able to see it. "We got experience with this sort of thing,"

The kid looked up at him, something on the border between a gut aching relief and hope. "Where did you say you were from?" The kid asked softly.

Jason smirked and tossed his head, flipping his hair and its white streak out of his eyes. "Gotham,"

Short DPXDC Prompts #176

Jason Todd gets mistaken for Jack Fenton

I love whump writers cuz for most ppl, they have an idea they share with you and it's like, a fun little romcom or a mystery or whatever with characters getting together.

But then whump writers come to you with the biggest smile on their face excitedly telling you how long it takes a character to bleed out and that they've written about vivisection

Duke: Why are you glowing so much?!

Danny: Probably the radioactive hotdogs I had for lunch. Want some?

Duke: No, not particularly.

Danny moves to Gotham and the batfam picks up on the weird guy who sometimes glows green. So they all try to interrogate him but instead of taking it seriously he just treats it like a casual conversation and responds to the invasive questions with the oddest shit possible.

Batman *standing in the dark corner like a demented Halloween decoration*: are you a meta?

Danny: nope

Batman: so I'm supposed to believe the green energy beams are normal human abilities?

Danny *half his body in the fridge fighting something*: yeah my hometown wasn't super strict on zoning laws

Dick *opening up Danny's Starbucks tumbler*: so,,, green ooze‽

Danny: it's better warm, let it thaw a little.

Jason: what do you know about the Lazarus Pits?

Danny *with a gun to his head*: sorry man, armpits don't really do it for me.

Jason *trying not to laugh and ruin the creep factor*: no, in Nanda Parbattm

Danny: where's that, Arizona?

Stephanie: so you're not gonna like, drag Gotham into hell are you?

Danny: been there done that 0/10 would not reccomend

Stephanie: good enough for me.

Damian *with a katana trying to look scary*: what is your association with the league of assassins?

Danny *on three hours of sleep*: ass, ass, ins.

Damian: what?

Danny: that's how you spell it.

Tim: so, friends with any questionably immortal creepy old men?

Danny: friends is a strong word, but yeah.

Tim: tell me about it.

Bruce had a habit. He checked on his kids every night before he went to sleep. To know they were home. They were safe. Their wounds had been tended to, their nerves soothed, and they could rest peacefully. Bruce couldn't truly sleep well without knowing his children were okay.

It was a full house that night, with even Jason aquescing to spend the night, if only for 'Alfie's award winning blueberry pancakes' as he put it. So he peeked in to see his children, to reassure himself, to see them breathe.

Dick was an artful tangle of limbs, squishy bat plush held snugly against his chest. Jason had a book on his nightstand with the lamp still on. Bruce turned it off for him. Tim was asleep face down on his desk. Bruce shuffled the sleep deprived teenager to his bed before tucking him in. Cass was sleeping peacefully, guarded by her army of stuffed animals. Bruce smiled and closed the door. Damian was asleep, Titus curled up around his young owner. Well, at least he hadn't brought Batcow to his bed this time. Duke had forgotten to close his blackout curtains, which Bruce did for him. The young daytime vigilante deserved as much undisturbed rest as he could get. Next room, open the door-

Bruce barely had enough time to remember that no one lived in this room before he registered someone face down on the bed. He didn't turn on the light, and instead crept forward, letting his eyes adjust to the dark and see for him.

Black haired teenager, slightly younger than Tim, breathing slowly and deeply. It wasn't how the child showed up in what was supposed to be a secure location that concerned him. It wasn't his vaguely bedraggled state or dark eyebags that were apparent even when he was asleep. No what truly concerned him were the bruises Bruce could see.

Purpling marks around his thin wrist in the shape of a far larger hand. Bruises and small cuts on his forearms, the kind Batman would see on someone who had tried to protect themselves. And a large bruise on the child's cheek, the kind he had seen on his own children when someone got in a good punch to the face. But he'd also seen it on other children. Children who were scared, and alone, and betrayed by the people who were supposed to take care of him. Bruce felt a sinking ceartinty that there were more wounds he couldn't see on the teenager.

The detective in him wanted to wake the kid up. Learn everything he could, get his answers, assess a potential threat.

The father in him... said that this kid had no one to check on him at bedtime. To adjust his blankets, turn off his lights, close the curtains, make sure he was happy, safe.

Bruce looked at this thin, bruised child, and pulled a blanket up to the teenager's shoulders. Questions could wait until tommorow. Until then, Bruce hoped the kid slept soundly in what may have been the safest place they'd been in a while.

decided to rewatch the Million Dollar Ghost episode and… guys. Vlad says the skeleton key (used later on to free Pariah Dark) can be used to “travel to any realm”.

…why don’t we use the key for crossover shenanigans???

Danny, too tired to phase back into the house, mixes up his house key and the skeleton key and accidentally steps through the doorway into a Completely Different World and just has to Deal With That with 0 preparation, almost no powers due to how tired he is, and like 2 hours of sleep in the past 4 days.

This leads to a very very tired Danny collapsing into the first bed he finds.

…Who’s bed it is depends on the crossover you want, but just think of the POSSIBILITIES of “finds Danny in their bed” being the first meeting.

Anybody else love the differences between interesting (complimentary) and interesting (derogatory)?

I believe it's because writing is intrinsically part of your soul. Every piece of writing, every character and universe you build has a piece of you in it. It's in the repeated phrases across stories, the lingering motifs and the way you do EM dashes, because no one does them the same way. Writing is an inherently personal thing, and sharing it even more.

Creating alongside another person? You bare your souls to one another, pick off the pieces and share them, you put them together and create something entirely new from parts of yourself. That is one of the most intimate things a human being can do, share deeply parts of their soul they may not even know exist with one other person for the sake of creation. You are creating a person together, a city, a world, a whole universe in your conjoined hands, and denying that it's personal? No. That won't work in the slightest.

there HAS to be a reason for this