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So I've seen a lot of "Jazz works as a therapist at Arkam" in the dp x dc fandom, and while I like the concept, I also feel like Jazz would take one look at the place and immediately be like "what the absolute fuck" at just the everything of the place.
Like, she either nopes out after the tour during the interview or quits not too long afterward starting there, not because she can't take it but because she's so appalled by what's going on there and can smell the corruption rolling off the place and knows no one sent to there is ever actually going to get the help they need.
So Jazz decides to open a private practice instead while still being absolutely determined to work with the various rogues in the city, she is here to help and nothing is going to stop her.
So she just starts showing up at known hangouts of rogues and during their heists/schemes/sprees, and even fights between them and the batfam, just like
"Hi! Itās so nice to meet you! My name is Dr. Jasmine Fenton/Nightingale/whatever last name sheās using and I was hoping we could talk!"
Casually kicks a baterang away without looking because she's being polite and professional!
"I understand that your experience with therapy through Arkam has been nothing but atrocious and that you are rightfully -"
Kicks Batman away without breaking eye contact or a sweat.
"Suspicious of attempting therapy again, and Idon't want to force anything on you, therapy should be on your terms after the experiences you've had but -"
Grabs Robin out of the air as he leaps at the rogue she's talking to and tucks him under her arm, ignoring his feral hissing and all attempts to break her hold.
"-I really think that you'd find it beneficial, even if I'm not the right therapist for you."
The rogue in question is having the time of their life and takes Jazz's business card - and a few extra to pass around - not really intending to actually ever book a therapy appointment with her but way too entertained and excited to share this madness with everyone else.
But then one of the rogues actually looks up Jazz's website and sees all the various safe guards sheās put in place to ensure that any villians that come to her will be protected while seeing her - soundproof therapy room, regular sweeps for listening and tracking devices, the most insane firewalls and protections anyone has ever seen on her network, and ooh she provides snacks and drinks!
So someone finally books an appointment with her, half convinced she's either going to turn them in or is a villain herself intent to experiment on them, but then itās actually really nice??? And they feel a lot better afterwards?? She doesn't even say anything to indicate that she wants them to stop being villains, she just wants them to be okay??
So more and more rogues start going to her, and Batman was already losing his mind about this woman before - Oracle can't hack her system?!? And her background check shows a totally normal Psychiatrist?? - but now half of Gotham's heavy hitters and a dozen or so other minor league villains are seeing her regularly and every time he tries to get info on any plans the rogues might be scheme via her office it fails utterly. Nightwing got knocked out with something called a creep stick and when he tried to break in himself to get answers she just appeared out of no where and gave him the most scathing lecture about doctor-patient confidentiality before bullying him off her property and threatening to sick her brother on him if he tried again?
And because she's become such a figure in the Gotham underworld, she gets the attention of Joker.
And everyone, rogues and Bats alike, are terrified that sheās going to try and take him on as a patient like she has so many other villains in the city and that's just a recipe for tragedy.
But then the Joker is on his way to the hospital with two broken legs and the fear of god beat into him babbling about eldritch nightmares and whenever anyone asks Jazz what happened she just shrugs and just says things like "I refused him as a patient, he's not my problem." Or "My brother doesn't like clowns." And just, does not elaborate.
Batman is losing his mind over it all. Jazz is just happy to be able to actually help the rogues. Arkam is less happy about how she absolutely destroys their reputation.
This is a follow-up/one-shot based on the fic I wrote here, which was based on the prompt by @ghostreblogging
I'm really having fun with Big Brother Danny AU~ big thanks to everyone taking the time to read it!
Not So Normal
Daniel Fenton-Wayne had been with the family for a while now. To say that he was odd would be an injustice because he wasn't really. At least, not compared to the rest of the costume wearing vigilante family. Danny was a civilian, albeit a strange one. Danny and Damian were close in age, and everyone could tell that Danny wanted to be a good big brother; he'd never had the chance to before. The strangeness came in when Damian brandished his many weapons toward Danny, and he... caught him mid launch. Just snatched the little bird out of the air for a hug. Damian had thought he was putting up a fight, but it was clear that Danny wasn't struggling. He seemed so casually unbothered by Damian's behavior, but he was normal, ya know?
Damian sneers and waves his fork menacingly at Danny during dinner?
"He's fine! He's like, what, 10 years old?"
Damian growled that he was clearly 12 and threw himself over the table at him.
Damian threatens him with his swords?
"Damian! No!"
"Nooooo! Don't discourage him! He might lose interest!" And even as the rest of the family assured him that that would be a good thing, he handed Damian the blade and asked if lessons were on the table so Damian could have a "competent sparring partner." He still tried to stab Danny after that.
As concerning as it always was when Damian tried to stab someone, they were all relieved that Daniel seemed to be able to handle the demon brat better than most. Eventually the baby bird would warm up to him and stop stabbing him so often, but until then, Danny could handle himself.
~~~~āā¢āā¢ā~~~~
Let it be known that Damian did not have a favorite brother! They were all imbeciles with poor taste in humor and mediocre fighting skills. That being said, Danny did have a leg up over the others for inquiring about sword lessons to improve his fighting prowess, even if he was already surprisingly adequate for a civilian. Well, that and other things that Danny had admitted only to him in the months he'd been with the family. It was strange being the one he confided in, but he felt a sort of pride that, even though he'd tried to stab Daniel, he was still the one he went to when he needed to talk about stuff he hadn't told the others. So perhaps it wasn't that surprising that when he'd gotten in trouble, Danny was the one Damian called for.
Patrol that night had been boring and quiet. Too quiet. Way too quiet for Gotham, which meant that something bad was brewing. Batman had handed Robin off to Nightwing for the night while he poured over all the reports and data from the last few weeks to figure out what the rogues of Gotham could have planned. Nightwing was ashamed to say that the Joker had gotten the jump on them. He'd tied the two up, leaving their comms on so the rest of the bats could hear all of the terrible things Joker had planned for them. He included terrible reminders of how he'd murdered Jason and how he couldn't wait to pluck the wings from Batman's other birdies. Damian wanted to rip his throat out for that, but he was in no shape to fight. His family was in danger, so he called out to the only other person he trusted.
"DANIEL!" Damian screamed long and loud for his brother, the plea surging forth from deep in his chest. Dick looked horror stricken that his baby brother had called out for the one member of the family that wasn't a vigilante, painting a huge target on his back. But even as he could hear the commotion coming through the comms and see the panicked look on Dick's face, he called for Danny again. His brother would help. He would come!
The room's temperature dropped in an instant, their panting, panicked breaths fogging the air while the lights flickered. The Joker paused in his maniacal laughter to observe the Lazarus green pool forming on the ground between him and the birds. Frost and ice cracked through the concrete of the warehouse as a head of white hair with a crown of crystalline ice rose through the small pit and the Joker's veins flooded with dread at the too wide, too sharp smile on the thing's face.
"Don't worry, I'm here. You're safe," he cooed comfortingly back to Damian, his voice an otherworldly echo in the large space. "But you?" He gestured to the Joker with claw-like fingers. "Well, let's just say, I've been d̵ĢĢĢĶ̦̩yĢ“ĢĶĶ̧̺iĢøĶĶĢŖĶn̶ĶĶg̵̾ĶĶĢ» to get my hands on you."
It happened so fast that no one really knew if the Joker screamed or not. In one moment, the boy's body had morphed into a cloud of inky black scattered with what looked like honest to God stars that smothered the Joker, and in the next, he was gone. The being who, upon closer inspection, definitely looked like Danny if he had white hair and green eyes and was a literal Eldritch creature, was untying them with care.
"Danny?" Dick questioned. He acknowledged him with a quick nod before turning back to Damian, the one who had called.
"You came," the youngest mumbled.
"You called," Danny answered with a soft smile. "Did you think that I wouldn't?"
"No. I knew that you would. You're not incompetent like the others."
"You guys heard that, right? That was definitely a compliment!"
Damian huffed but sagged in relief once he and Dick were both untied.
"You- you're-" Dick stumbled over his words in astonishment. "Danny, you're a meta?"
"Technically, it's a medical condition, but details," he responded, waving off the rest of the question with a cheeky smile.
In Nightwing's ear Bruce asked to speak with Danny. He removed the earpiece and tapped Danny's arm with it, gesturing to his ear. The "meta" slid it on just in time to hear his adoptive father shout.
"We will be talking about this as soon as everyone gets home safe, am I understood!"
"Loud and clear, boss man!"
"Let it be known that I knew something was weird about Danny!" He heard Jason exclaim. "No offense man."
"None taken, my Revenant sibling mine."
"Where did the Joker even go?" Someone over the comms asked. Danny thought it was Steph.
"I sent him to clown jail. I hate clowns. I've literally never met one that hasn't tried to kill me or my family."
Upon learning that the Joker wasn't the first homicidal clown that their, before now, seemingly normal brother had met, the comms erupted into chaos. Danny tossed the earpiece back to Nightwing before whisking them away back to the cave under the manor. He had a lot of explaining to do.
An episode where it starts off with an emergency meeting and everyone ends up in Chrisā trailer. Heās tired, covered in hickeys, and just says he had a āwild nightā but doesnāt go into detail, which Harcourt thinks is suspicious immediately because she knows how much he LOVES bragging about banging women.
And as theyāre all talking Vigilante is just there, in full gear, not so sneakily looking through things. Heās not paying attention to the conversation or the way Harcourt is eyeing him. But heās rummaging through the kitchen, in the bathroom. And eventually sheās like āwhat the hell are you looking for?ā And he plays it off like heās just helping Chris clean up since the cops trashed everything in the search and it hasnāt gotten fixed yet. But everyone knows itās a lie because heās not actually putting anything away, just searching.
And one way or another her and Adrian end up in Chrisā bedroom. He shuffles awkwardly over to the bed, reaches a hand under one of the pillows, and pulls out what is distinctively his glasses, and tries to sneakily put them away. She notices and you can see the gears turning in her head as she processes everything. Eventually she looks at Chris, covered in hickeys, smiling, seeming happier than he has been in days and decides not to call the two of them out for it in front of everyone. She will be speaking to Adrian the second their alone, however.
Youāre a daycare worker, watching over toddlers, when the imminent end of the world is announced. It becomes increasingly clear none of the kidsā parents are going to show up as the end inches nearer.
[Audio starts]
āMom has been texting me for the last twenty minutes. She wants me to come home. Itās a four hour drive, when the roads are clear, and from what I hear everybody is trying to get somewhere right now. Thereās no telling if Iād even-ā
āEverybody else has left. All the other kids were picked up, the other staff left. They gave me all the keys. I promised to stay and wait for as long as- well. Even if some of the parents show up, I guess some of them wonāt, so Iām just waiting. Until.ā
[Clears throat.]
āA couple of people came after everybody left. Peter, one of Aidanās fathers, gave me three hundred dollars for staying. What am I going to do with money? Itās- anyway. I kind of get it. He wanted to give me something.ā
[Audio ends]
[Audio starts]
āTheyāre all between 2 and 4.ā Sniff. āTheyāre so little. Too little to really- maybe if they were older, Iād have to tell them something. But um. Iām just- trying to stay calm and keep them happy and occupied. I think thatās the best thing, right now.ā
[Heaving breaths.]
āI normally use this recorder to help me remember stuff. Itās just, uh, habit to talk to it. I donāt know. Theyāre napping, right now. Iāve got the baby monitor, they know that if they talk into it, Iāll come, so-ā
[Sobbing.]
[Audio ends]
[Audio starts]
āMom keeps texting, so I blocked her. I sent her a text telling her goodbye, first, but. I do. But these kids need me.ā
[Sniff.]
āI tried calling their parents again, but I canāt get anybody. Itās just busy signals. I called the firefighter station, 911. I canāt get through to anybody.ā
[Shaky breath.]
āI went out into the yard. Um, I think they can play. Itās nice out, and you canāt really see it yet. Little bit of a glimmer, if they ask Iāll just tell them itās a plane, but itās nice out and weāve got hours before-ā
[Murmuring childās voice, indistinguishable.]
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Stargazing
Connor gazes up, a longing twinkle in his eyes.
Hank had long since gone to bed. Connor helped him off of the roof, then climbed back up alone once Hank was sound asleep in his warm bed.
Connorās hands are slowly growing cold, so he rubs them together. His eyes never leave the sky above. Hankās house is rather far from the bright lights of the city, so the light pollution isnāt too apparent. Connor can see through remaining filter of light after adjusting his settings, anyway.
The android doesnāt need to breathe, but he still lets out a mesmerized exhale, not unlike an awed sigh.
(āTheyāre beautiful, donāt you think?ā
Connor nodded.
āUs humans are weird. Weāre an ugly species, not in looks, but inā¦essence, I guess. We think our dead are in the starsā¦ā
He tilted his head to regard the other curiously.
āWe donāt deserve to look so breathtaking after we die.ā Hank hesitated, then sighed. āIād like to think that itās only the children who end up there. The ones who die too early.ā
Connor waited for him to continue. He didnāt. The android deliberates for a moment. āChildren like⦠Cole?ā
He almost winced at his lack of tact, but Hank was not upset. Hank tilted his head back to let out a whoosh of breath. āYeah.ā
There was a beat of silence between them, not entirely comfortable, but not hostile.
Hank lifted a hand to point at a bright star. Blinking and radiating light more than the rest. āThatās him.ā)
Connorās hands are finally regaining some warmth from the friction. He settles for this. He raises them up to reach for the star Hank had pointed to.
āHello, Cole.ā He says, quiet voice barely audible despite the silent night around him. āItās nice to meet you. Iāve heard a bit about you from Hank.ā
Itās odd to speak to nothing, but Connor feels oddly compelled to continue speaking to the pulsating light.
āMy name is Connor. Iāve been doing my best to take care of your father. He acts like he doesnāt appreciate it, like he doesnāt need it. But I think we both know he does. Heās a softie like that.ā His expression is teasing, and he feels like heās sharing a secret.
His arms settle behind his head and neck, like a cushion.
āHe thankfully has stopped playing Russian Roulette. His alcohol consumption has lessened. And heās been coming to work on time. Iāve never been more proud.ā Itās nice to say what heās feeling. Itās nice to be feeling at all.
āI know youāve been looking after him from up there. Iāll be helping you out down here for as long as possible. In fact, Iāve made it my mission. And I always complete my mission.ā He winks, despite there being nobody for him to wink at. The star flickers back at him, and he counts it as Cole winking back.
Connor sits himself up, eyes focused solely on the star.
āI hope that us androids are allowed in heaven.ā He murmurs, smile soft and sad. āI would like to meet you, when itās time.ā
Connor makes his way off of the roof. As he gets ready to enter the house again, he sees the star blink.
He opens the door, about to take a step inside. He pauses, looking around the empty neighborhood. Just as his head turns back to the interior of the house, he feels a hand push him inside.
Thereās nobody around.
Connor suspects the star is twinkling again.
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A/N: AAH INOTAN YESSS!! Iām so excited to write for these two, thank you so much for the request! I managed to get two of the prompts in, but I couldnāt figure out how to get the first one in, hope thatās okay! oughh i feel like I got a bit carried away at the end these two are just *chefs kiss* my faves and I want to give them the love and appreciation they deserve. Hope you enjoy this one! :D
Summary: After Zenitsu pisses off Inosuke, Tanjiro has to get between the two of them in order to break up the fight, which leads to Inosuke discovering some new things.Ā
Word Count:Ā 2.2k (under the cut)
āTanjirooo! Help meee!ā Zenitsu wailed, clinging to Tanjiroās haori as he sobbed, shrieking when Inosuke popped out from behind a tree, screaming.
āThere you are, stupid Monitsu!ā
āMy name is Zenitsu!ā
āMonitsu, youāre mine!ā
āNOO!!ā
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kageyama Tobio/Tsukishima Kei Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Original Male Character Additional Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - College/University, Established Relationship, thereās a plot in there somewhere Summary: (under the cut)
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Sirius and Remus: Lazy Morning Cuddles
When Sirius has absolutely no desire to go to class, he holds Remus hostage for a lazy lie-in, where they talk about when they initially realized they loved each other. Requested by an anon!Ā
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āWeāre gonna be late for class.ā
āMh-hm.ā
āAnd weāll get detention again.ā
āYup.ā
āWe have to get up eventually.ā
āOr we could just stay here,ā Sirius suggested, draping his arm across Remusā chest to keep him pinned to the bed. He blinked up at Remus, the bright morning light streaming through the windows and settling in his curls, a golden crown burning bright amidst the swath of blankets.
Remus shook his head, a lazy smile splaying on his face as he pushed a stray strand of hair back from Siriusā face. āYou make a very convincing argument, Sirius Black.ā
āI know,ā Sirius nods, āyou should listen to me more often. Iām always right.ā
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Remus writes love notes for Sirius on an old typewriter he found shoved in the corner of a dusty shop in Hogsmeade. The ink splatters sometimes, and itās much slower than writing with a quill, but Remus canāt help but think the thin letters on the parchment are like their love; delicate and permanent, a perfect balance of caution and wild freedom. When the ink dries, Remus taps his wand against the paper, watching the corners fold into an origami bird, resting on Siriusā pillow, waiting for his return.
Itās the best part of Siriusā day, rushing back from class to see what Remus has written. Sometimes, itās just a wry observation. Your shirt was on backwards today, dummy. Other times, itās a soft declaration of love. The stars could never compare to you, the moon wishes it could be you, Iām so lucky to love you. Sirius keeps all of them in the bottom of his trunk, clutching onto those words during the darkest of nights when Remus isnāt there to hold him.

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Remus is Taller, Siriusā Heart Explodes
When Remus returns from summer holiday five inches taller, Siriusā secret crush on his best friend shifts into maximum overdrive as he tries to quiet his heart. Requested by an anon!
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āDo you think heās gonna notice?ā
āNot a chance. You gotta push your hair back.ā
āLike this?ā
āYeah, but now itās sticking up all weird in the back,ā James laughed, trying to help Sirius tame his wild hair. āYou should have pierced your nose instead, that wouldāve been way more noticeable.ā
Sirius frowned, fighting with his elastic as he tried to jam his long locks into something presentable before Remus got to the train station. āYou were the one who said I should start with my ear so that I didnāt look like a weird bull or something.ā
āI still stand by that,ā James declared, licking his hand to press Siriusā hair down. āOkay, thatās better. Let me see the ear.ā
Sirius turned his head slightly, just enough for the bright morning light to catch on his left earlobe, where the smallest black hoop curled over his skin. It hadnāt hurt nearly as much as James insisted it would, and it was just noticeable enough to send a rush of adrenaline through Siriusā veins every time he caught himself in the mirror. Rebellion had never looked so good.
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Sirius Loves Tall Remus and Panics
When Remus comes back from the summer taller, tanner, and totally irresistible, Siriusā world is turned upside down and starts panicking about falling in love with his best friend. Requested by @simplylupin, @pushpin89, @rogryffindorqueen, @memariey, @icitlali, @wolfstarlovely,Ā and an anon!
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Sirius had survived four years of living with Remus, watching him brush his teeth in the morning and guiding him up the stairs after he fell asleep studying in the library and holding his hand as his body slowly returned to its human form.
And then everything changed the moment fifth year began.
It started with seeing Remus on the train platform at Kingās Cross, his skin tanned from laying out in the summer sun, all gangly legs and torso now that he was five inches taller. But things only got worse as the train sped through the English countryside, as Sirius realized he was spending more times staring at Remus and hoping their skin would accidentally brush than he was talking or laughing or breathing.
Halfway to Hogwarts, Remus dug into his bag and pulled out his robe, slipping it over his shoulders and proudly adjusting his Prefect badge on his collar. It wasnāt very big, nor particularly gaudy, but it filled every cavity of Remusā body with a confidence Sirius had never seen before. Remusā shoulders were straighter, his nose tipped in the air, his smile undeniable as he nodded to himself.
āHow do I look?ā He asked Sirius and James, twisting and turning. āDo I look like a Prefect?ā
āYou look the same,ā James teased.
But Sirius couldnāt disagree more. This was a different Remus. New, but not unfamiliar. It was the Remus that Sirius knew was hiding beneath a sheepish exterior for far too long, finally clawing to the surface. āI think you look perfect.ā
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a friendly reminder that microaggressions against asians can also look like this:
pretending to gag at asian food
pretending to be weirded out by asian customs and cultures
excusing cultural appropriation (often through ignoring the stories of asians who have been mocked for wearing their ethnic dress while praising a white person for doing so)
not trying to learn how to pronounce an asian person's ethnic name correctly, or asking, "can i call you by something else?"
adopting an asian name for the ~aesthetic~
using the words "oriental" and "exotic" to describe asian people, particular asian women
ignoring the experiences and stories of south, southeast, and central asians
making sweeping assumptions about asian countries (including their political, historical and cultural landscape)
treating the entire asian community as a monolith and ignoring the fact that the experiences of asian nationals are remarkably different from the asian diaspora/migrant community
co-opting asian aesthetics into creative media without acknowledging their history
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Physical contact starters, soft, āYou donāt mind me touching you there, right?ā Willie/Alex
Alex has never really been comfortable with showing affection. Neither of his parents ever really showed their affection for him in physical ways like hugging or kissing, so it's just not something he's used to. Or, at least, he wasn't used to it before he became friends with Luke and Reggie.

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shinichi17cpĀ prompted:Ā How about a Thominho get together while Thomas takes care of Minhoās lightning burns after the storm in the scorch please?
an: thominho makes me so ???!!!!???!!!11????????//?!!!!!!!! my two sons uwu
Thomas demands a moment alone with Minho, although he makes Jorge promise to keep close. Ā āI just need a minute,ā he promises when Newt shoots him a concerned glance. Ā
āStupid shuck-face,ā Minho huffs, although he happily plops down in one of the makeshift chairs. Ā āIām fine, ya know. Ā Donāt need you treating me like ā ā
His words are lost in the press of Thomasā mouth.
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