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Kieruko: Anime logic like when you wach anime and you know know what’s going to happen since anime tends to be cliche

Hitoshi: and you just do that?? in real life???

Jazz: I-

Danny: Don't do it, Jazz! He's a liar. A pretty lair, but a lair nonetheless!

Jazz: You can tell his pretty? With everything covering his face?

Danny: He gives the vibe of a man who has gone through life flying on pretty privilege.

Jazz studying Batman: Yeah, I see what you mean.

Batman: ....Do you want to be rescued or not?

Danny: Not!

Batman: I apologize, I made that sound like you had a choice. I'm saving your lives.

Danny: The the HELL you are!

Jazz: Actually, I would like to get out of the cage the weird clown threw us in.

Danny through clentch teeth: Fine. Save us. But only because Jazz vouched for you.

Batman: Why are you so angry child?

Jazz: He doesn't trust pretty people. They bullied him through middle school and high school.

Red Robin: Wow, he must not trust himself then. After all, he's the prettiest boy I've ever seen~♡

Danny: *Barks and growls at him*

Jazz: Danny!

Danny: That one reeks of pretty privilege. He can not be trusted.

Red Robin: Jokes on you, I'm into this.

Double edged sword with de-aged Jazz and Danny

You know I don't see enough de-aged Jazz, it's always the others that get de-aged and Jazz taking care of them. In this I imagine Dani and Damian are in their 20s

I haven't drawn Dani x Damian in so long 😔

Danny moves to Gotham and buys an apartment building.

It was more just a fun project for him to fix up the building, seeing as how after he took over VladCo, and cleaning up operations, Danny was making more money than ever, even after donating to various charities. So yeah, he was bored and just wanted to get his hands dirty and personally repair the appartments.

Once everything was fixed up, he opened the appartments for rent. He didn't really want to charge people, especially in such an area as Crime Alley, but not charging someone rent is way more sketchy than just asking them to pay whatever they could or wanted to. He ended up just setting the money aside to use on the appartments should it need any upgrades or repairs. He doesn't only take money either, while he denies "physical" payments and/or narcotics, he'll take lessons, like the man in 2B teaching him to sew, or the woman in 5A teaching him how to cook, or the two kids who give him very interesting shiny rocks as payment, there was even a few people who paid by cleaning the appartment building's shared places. One teenager paid rent one month by giving Danny a pair of sickly black and white kittens they found outside(they're named Casper, and Specter, and they're the Building's Managers in Pest Apprehension, and Danny loves them).

Because the appartments are so close to where the working girls/boys run, they make up most of his tenants, so Danny asks them to not bring clients back to the apartments, its dangerous to let their clients know where they live, especially because there are other tenants, including children, in the building so its a safety risk. They all agree, they don't really want their clients knowing where they live anyway.

Some do get stalkers though, and Danny is quick to get rid of them. Or when burglars manage to break in, Danny stops them before they can take anything, and if he managed to miss the burglar, he'll personally replace whatever was stolen until they could get the original stuff back. (Maybe he should adopt a gaurd dog, at least for the intimidation factor. Cane Corso's are medium sized*, hes sure he could get away with getting something like that. Something to think about later.)

A lot of his tenants say Danny is really kind, but thats not how Danny sees it, and its something he loudly denies. He's a bored rich person who was taking advantage of his wealth. Him providing them a safe place to live, and a little bit of comfort isn't kindness, its basic human decency. He's not some saint who is doing this of his own kind heart, he's a normal guy who was bored and just decided to do something helpful opposed to harmful, and he shouldn't be praised for that.

Danny, shrugging: Sure okay.

Dick, pausing: "Okay"?! This is Gotham! Don't just listen to weirdos who randomly grab you off the street.

Danny: But whatever you were doing seemed way more interesting than meeting my weird godfather for dinner.

Dick: Regardless- have more respect for your life!

Danny: *snorts*

Then the new veterinarian opened across from the animal shelter he volunteered at.

He was kind to every animal. He hand-fed injured pigeons. He let ugly three-legged cats climb onto his shoulders during appointments. He wore oversized sweaters with paw prints on them. AND WORST OF ALL—

He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire twelve years of existence.

Not regular pretty either. No. Universe-ending pretty.

Like “ethereal being accidentally trapped in human form” pretty.

Like “Greek gods would start drama over him” pretty.

Like “why is there sparkles around him when he holds baby rabbits” pretty.

And unfortunately— the veterinarian was approximately ancient. As in TWENTY.

Which meant Damian could not even emotionally justify his feelings because Grayson would never let him hear the end of it.

So instead Damian did the mature thing. He decided Drake needed to marry him immediately.

Jason is just chilling in a safe house at home when an ominous swirling green portal opens in the middle of his living room and several beings with giant eyeballs for heads pull a trussed up teen through.

Freaky eyeball: "Congratulations, revenant, you have been chosen to be the abom- I mean... the halfa's new guardian."

Jason: the fuck did he just call this kid?!

The eyeballs then promptly leave, the teen still trussed up in the middle of his living room. Jason unties the kid and sets about interrogating the kid because wtf. Jason finds out:

Kid's name is Danny

He's 15

He has no family or home to return to

He is a half ghost and has all the ghost powers that come with that.

Jason had an older brother once, his name was Danny, he was 15 when he died. Jason looks at Danny: black hair, blue eyes, simmering rage, gaunt corpse-like features. Yeah, this could work.

"Roy! I need a favor. I need you to hire someone to dig up my brother's coffin and transport it out of Gotham and, this is important, it needs to be super obvious until it's out of Gotham. Then Batman needs to lose all trace. Got it? Good. Okay kid, you need to turn invisible and stay invisible while I go steal a plane."

Cut to Batfam PoV, where Jason suddenly leaves town with no explanation, then the next day his older brother's corpse gets stolen ("Jason had an older brother?!") which Bruce fears is a sign their IDs have been compromised. They try to figure out what's going on but the corpse trail goes cold outside Gotham and Jason isn't answering any calls. He's all over Eurasia, fighting all kinds of people, even ending up in a few LoA bases. He finally stops at Nanda Parbat (to intro Danny to the remnants of the All Caste, but the batfam doesn't know that) before stealing yet another plane and heading back to Gotham.

Just three friends hanging behind the Nasty Burger (Eldritch Danny AU) This was made for my DPxDC crossover fic, just a note the fic is a crossover

Krypton was the first planet Phantom ever created. He had so much fun, and since it was his first, he put so much care into it. He cried when the first signs of life took form- but after creating the planet, Phantom could no longer directly interfere, he could only watch.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Anya | Ilya Rozanov’s Dog, Ottawa Centaurs Team Ensemble (Game Changers) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Explicit Sexual Content, Outing, Hopeful Ending, Idiots in Love Summary:

They knew that, to get married, they first had to make themselves known. The announcement, the lead-up, every detail had been choreographed to feel theirs and theirs alone.

But now… it’s all out. Not on their timing. Not on their rules.

Look, I generally don't write fanfiction. I read a hell of a lot of it, but I don't write it. That said, this showed up almost complete in a dream, and I woke up just before I hit the publish button, so...

Jack Fenton had a ... complicated relationship with his family. He knew that his father was once The Flash, and he knew that his father had to give up his connection to the Speedforce due to something called the Black Flash. His Dad never went into details, but what Jack knew was this: the Black Flash was some form of ghost that hunted his father whenever Dad got fast enough, and 'fast enough' kept getting slower and slower, until one day Dad was doing chores around the house and that was enough to put him within arms reach of Baby Jack. After that, Dad found a way to sever his connection to the SpeedForce and retired the Flash, letting some time travelling kid from the future take up the role. Whatever. He had his Dad. But... he just couldn't stand the way his father would look at him sometimes! It felt like Dad was blaming HIM for every person who died because Dad was no longer the Fastest Man Alive. In a search for identity away from that, he went to the gym, if he was built like a brick wall instead of a speedster, maybe that would help?

Then he met Maddie Waller in University, smart, driven, everything he ever wanted... and his Dad said Absolutely NOT, not Amanda Waller's daughter, son you don't know what you're doing! And that was that. When they got married, he went back to a grandmother's maiden name, a new start for both of them.

frequently, secretly fond of each other.

| the hollanov boston raiders teammates au |

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Shrugging one shoulder far more casually than he possibly feels, Ilya says, “I like both. Is secret, okay?” “Okay,” Hollander says. He doesn’t say anything else. The air’s so heavy around them that it feels like being in the middle of a scrum, the weight and heat of all those bodies pressing down on you. Danger always feels like hockey; it’s the most dangerous thing Ilya knows, except for this. Everything dangerous in his life involves men’s bodies and just how close he can get to them. Closer than he probably should.