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AU List
Hello! Welcome! This is my attempt at keeping the AU's boiuncing around in my head in order. They should be mostly in chronological order.
Some of them are getting turned into full length fics! The list (and it's open to suggestions) can be found here: Fic List
A couple of things:
Please feel free to write your own fics based on any of these! No need to ask, simply link it so I can also read it <3
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Can try a fic on: Dick adopting danny? Danny runs away from amity park his parents found out he is phantom and jazz told him to run.
Ooh! I can't do a full blown fic (I barely have the motivation to finish the ones I’ve started) but I can give you a one-shot?
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Jasmine Fenton has always been a responsible young woman. That's what happens when your mildly neglectful and emotionally oblivious parents parentified you at a young age. Them’s the breaks. Anyways, Jasmine "Jazz" Fenton had raised her baby brother from, well, a baby to the scrawny teenager he is now and is therefore in the right to call herself his parent, even if it was a weight she wished her parents were adult enough to carry. Thus, it was a protective fury like no other that threaded through her vision when Jazz saw a terrified Danny hunched over himself in a way she'd not seen for a long time.
"Danny? Is everything okay?" Jazz quickly stepped inside of her room, taking in the amount of Boo-merangs laying broken and discarded on her floor. She locked the door. This was a locked door conversation, clearly.
"They found out." Danny curled up even more. His words were muffled into the tattered denim of his jeans. Jazz's body went cold as the stark red and green splotches made themselves apparent to her eyes. "They're hunting me."
Can you do this fic prompt Danny stuck in justice league dimension, where he can hear and see ghosts in his seated form. A couple of persistent ghosts kept trying to bribe him to get adopted by a fruitloop.
Ghosts are Batman 's parents.
Of course! Sorry for the late response! I seriously never do anything timely.
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“For the thousandth time, Lonnie, I can’t help you find your gun,” Danny muttered to the air. The people that passed him gave him funny looks but minded their own business. Crazy was crazy and as long as crazy didn’t mean Joker, they figured he was relatively safe to pass. Danny set a brisk pace towards his home, managing to suppress a wince every time a shade flew through one of the living. Honestly, Gotham ghosts— shades, really, since most of these only had enough echo to be visible to him—had no manners. He regrets every single day he’s in this hellscape, trapped with no way back home.
“You never do anything for me, man!” Lonnie complained. “How’m I supposed ta finish my business if you ain’t gonna help?”
“Lonnie, you want me to murder people. I’m not murdering people. I draw the line at making more ghosts, thanks.”
“Spoilsport.” With a pout and a twist of Gotham branded smog, Lonnie flickered out. Danny sighed in relief, hurrying back to his house. Apartment. Hovel, really. When he gets there, he’s hounded by two more ghosts, ones he’d rather not cuss out no matter how much he wanted to.
“Hi, Martha.” He exhaled, glitters of frost leaving his mouth as Danny subconsciously put a little too much ghost in his greeting.
“Danny! Don’t go in, sweetheart. Someone broke into your…” her face flickered with a frown. “Living area…?”
“Thank you for letting me know, ma’am.”
“Oh, dearie, you can just call me grandma!”
“You’re too young to be called grandma, Martha.” He deflected, peering into the dirt clouded window.
“Come now, sport!” Danny jolted as Thomas sparked into existence beside him. “You wouldn’t have to worry about this if you’d just go visit our son!”
“That’s right. Brucie will take one look at you and adopt you on the spot,” Martha said proudly. “I’ll let you know where we kept our magical tomes if you go.”
“Thanks, but no thanks. Your son is, pardon my language, a complete fruitloop. I bet he has a secret basement to do shady stuff like Vlad did, complete with a portal, like a supervillain.”
There was nothing the couple could say to that, as their son did have a secret basement where he did do a bunch of shady stuff. Plus, he does have that portal to the Justice League. Still, it wasn’t their secret to spill. The dead speaks no secrets, after all, even if everyone else failed to get the memo.
“Well, what are you going to do about this intruder then, chum?” Thomas asked, crossing his arms and creasing his bloodstained suit. “You know, if you get adopted by our son, you’ll have access to even better things than this thief is trying to steal. Don’t you want it? Delicious food? Or, we could even do you favors! Anything for our grandson, right, dear?”
Martha leaned in eagerly. “Give him the old one, two! He looks like he has breakable knees, little dove. Bruce could show you how to throw a punch! He’s seen a fight or two in his day.”
“Yeah, or I can just do this,” Danny went ghost, muting the flash of light from his transformation and fading to invisibility and intangibility. He’s not one to overshadow people, but he’s tired and this guy’s looking for treasure in a pigpen.
Danny dumps him three blocks from his house and flies back to flip on his floor mattress. “Gonna take nap. Shhh.”
He paused. “And for the record, I know how to throw a punch, thanks.”
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“Mom? Dad?” Bruce’s voice echoed in the empty manor hallways. It was a dream; he knew because he was eight again, dressed in the same outfit he wore the day his parents died. He moves his body as he wants to, a trick he learned from a Tibetan monk who could dream walk.
“Brucie!” His dad appeared, lifting him up and cheering. Bruce allows himself to wallow in the memory of the last happy moments he had with his parents.
“Dad!”
“Thomas, set Brucie down.” Mom scolded, walking up and clipping her pearls onto her neck.
“Momma!” Bruce wiggled so that his dad set him down. He hugged her, enjoying the imagery even if he couldn’t feel her. Now… the next few words should be her ushering them to get into the car.
“Bruce, we have something we want to talk to you about.”
Bruce stiffens in shock. What?
“That’s right sport. We were thinking we could have another grandson!” Dad floated to her, placing a hand on mom’s shoulder.
“There’s this boy, on the West End, his name is Danny Nightingale.” Mom informed him.
“But momma, I’m a kid!”
“Are you?” His dad asks, smile creasing into those memorable dimples.
“To us, perhaps. You’ll always be our child, no matter how old you grow to be.” Mom caresses his face, Bruce suddenly sprouting to be taller than her, older. He’s older than they’ll ever be again. “But to him, you’re not, Bruce. Truthfully we didn’t want to resort to this…”
“But he’s stubborn. He needs family, sweetie.” His father clapped his shoulders. “Go get us another grandkid, son.”
Bruce Wayne bolts upright, waking from his dream with a gasp.
Two moments later, and he sits in front of the BatComputer, street cam footage of one Danny Nightingale pulled up.
Barbie: Princess and the Pauper, except DC-verse.
Starring:
Tim Drake as Princess Annaliese
Kon-El as Julian
Bruce Wayne as Queen Genevieve
Jon-El as Erika
Damian Wayne as King Dominic
Edward Nigma as Preminger (but instead of marrying, he just wants to take over the kingdom to constantly challenge Bruce and Tim with riddles they have to answer)
Jason Todd voicing Wolfy the Cat
Koriand’r voicing Serafina the Cat
Lex Luthor voicing Midas (he would be so pretentious about his gold tooth, let’s be real) (and that gold armor???)
Ra’s Al Ghul as Madame Carp
The first person who asked me to put my writing on AO3, thank you for your appreciation and I'm honored to have a piece of my work considered so highly... but also count your days bc I genuinely believe my life spiraled after posting that first chapter. The curse is real, and that website is like moldavite istg.
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Tim made a miscalculation.
He wasn’t aware of the true nature of Deathstroke’s tension with his older brother until he witnessed it first hand.
Creep. He thought uncharitably, nay, spitefully.
No. Absolutely the fuck not.
He ruined Catalina’s life. Considering Deathstroke had no life, Tim will just have to go the extra step to end it. So what if the man was Ra’s former student and one of the best assassins around? Tim used to foil League plots for shits and giggles. Maybe the 8 year old Tim of old would never have considered going against a big baddie, but 24 year old Tim ran circles around bigger fish.
Tim scowled, stowing away his binoculars before shimmying down the fire escape. He counted at least three propositions! In the five minutes they were duking it out! His big brother was too bright for those losers! Maybe he could get Sandra Wu-San to do something about her fellow student? Or Tim could hit two assassins with one Robin and get David Cain to murder Deathstroke while nabbing Cass?
Ooo, he likes that idea. Maybe he'll get lucky and they'll kill each other while fighting and then Tim won't have to worry about how to keep Cain away from Tim's sister.
Bruce would have been disappointed about how cavalier his approach was in terms of preservation of life, but Tim had always thought that ideology applied to his days as a Bat-affiliated vigilante. And since Tim was an itty bitty civilian instead of an (older, taller) ass kicking vigilante, Tim has concluded that Bruce's mildly irritating morality didn't apply to him in his current state. Besides, it wasn't like he was an angel during his tenure as Robin anyways.
"Guess I gotta embezzle some more money." Tim grimly put his backpack to his front and ran to catch the first bus home. Too bad. Deathstroke had proven useful.
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David Cain leaned against a transport cargo box, breathing heavily from wounds. His commission was done, and the amount promised would allow him to buy an island and then some. His fellow student laid at his feet. His bank account was fuller than Ra's, he was sure.
He never sees the tranquilizer dart coming.
And really, Tim’s had enough experience to hide the mark from the dart and more than enough to murder the man and make it seem like he bled out.
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“Odd.”
“Tell me about it.” Nightwing crouched, his sparkly costume hidden partially in the shadows. “Why’d they have to duke it out here?” He whined. Honestly, he’s been down in the dumps with what happened to Jason but having Deathstroke dead and gone for good was a balm to his soul.
“Hn.” It’s true. Bruce knew that it was weird Ra’s al Ghul’s students would murder each other like this. He searched the bodies, lifting up a burner phone and a bunch of weapons.
“Can’t you say something other than monosyllabic grunts, B?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to?”
“…No.” Bruce made a funny and seemed rather proud of himself.
Duck stared at him. He lifted a hand, watching Bruce’s face fall into dread.
Dick pulled the zipper down on the top of his costume down to his navel, flaring the collar and exposing his mesh covered chest.
“No.”
“Fuck you.” Dick flips away, leaving a despondent Batman behind with two dead bodies.
In the distance, the girl who would be come Cassandra Cain took the hands of a boy who would become here brother.
Tim Drake grinned, like an adorable, blood frenzied baby shark.
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Had a nightmare again, you know what that means!
Tw for gross nightmare flesh stuff?
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Jason wakes up with blood on his hands. Neither of these two things are particularly new for him. It takes a moment for him to place what is so dizzying about the sight of spotted blood on pale hands.
Thin, pale, relatively unscarred hands. Bones protruded from breakable skin, washed out tan of a child that should have seen more sunlight.
The world spins for him at a dizzying rate, Jason at its epicenter trying to desperately catch up. Always trying to catch up and always failing, the child who had died. He brings his fingers to his face, training all thrown out of the window as bile rises to the back of his throat. For a moment, the blood on his hand turns into cut off curls of worms and flesh, things with too many spindly legs and backs curved in a distorted form of health. Small, curled octopus tentacles oozed out of his blood, splattering aimlessly at the far away floor. It sickens him, these blurry things. His breaths come in gasps as he panics in a body that is too small, too different.
“Jason?”
And suddenly, everything slams back into clear sobriety. Flesh horrors recede into clear blood, the floor becoming spotless as air rushed into his head.
“Did you know that shrimps…”
Tim leaned in, poorly hidden eagerness splayed across his face. A clue that Danny and Phantom were dating?
“Are super delicious?” Danny mumbled, ducking his head to hide his impish grin. Tim exhaled, disappointed, and leaned back to observe. Danny currently had his arm elbow deep in Jason’s chest, the older man grimacing at the weird feeling of being phased through.
“You done?”
“Almost. This is a multiple session kind of thing though, since the corrupted ectoplasm's not only in your body, it's actively trying to fuse with your DNA. Like, a really fucked up virus with virtually no cure."
"No cure?!" Dick's panic was only barely suppressed. "But I thought you said you could help with that?"
"Yeah, I mean, how do you cure death? Everything has to end eventually." Danny said practically, before drawing a bit more tainted ectoplasm out. He stealthily replaced it with a cleaner source, a shot of ecto-dejecto he had absorbed as Phantom but didn't assimilate. "But don't worry, you're not dying again yet. You'll just become even more liminal."
"More?"
Duke flicked a hand, light illuminating the abandoned halls of a battered and partially destroyed university building.
A satellite campus of Gotham University and in collaboration with Gotham State Univeristy, Gotham West had been a respected institution of education. Until it fostered and was destroyed by a number of its alumni, such as Jonathan Crane and Ivy, that is. Now, the university was prime playing grounds for the likes of low level criminals and the occasional drug kingpin. They were chasing one now.
“Thanks for helping out, kid.” Jason strode beside him, domino mask firmly on. He wasn’t going as Red Hood tonight, unwilling to spook the kingpin into hiding. He was no less heavily armored, despite the lack of helmet. “Did ya know your eyes glow?”
“Yeah. Scared myself shitless getting water in the middle of the night.” Duke replied, his suit’s stealth mode firmly hiding the main parts of his golden armor.
“Yours glow too, Red.” Barbara remarked, updating their masks with the floor plans. Jason snorted. Barbara had a way of just knowing these things. “Head left.”
He’s existed for an eternity. He will exist for longer than that. Danny Fenton’s ruled the Zone longer than he’s been fully alive, by a long shot. Still half alive.
Immortal. He can’t die- not when he’s already half dead- and his age stays and stays stagnated. Un-aging. True immortality, unlike the claims of those newborn gods who borrow power from a deeper force than even they could comprehend.
A god dies when there are none left to venerate them. Danny dies when death ceases to be reality, which in itself is death…
It’s easy, once his mortal life had faded far away. He slips into roles- protection, of course, never forgotten- and traipses around to live in universes even as he kills them by simply existing. One day, a little fairy catches his eyes. It fluttered about meaninglessly, gathering dew drops and sap. It taught him two lessons.
“Why do you work yourself so?” Death had asked the little fairy.
The Gotham Academy staff and teachers would very much like to thank Bruce Wayne for his current spawn. Granted, they’d thank him more if he’d stop acquiring children and then sending them to the Academy, but the good teachers of Gotham Academy has learned to be grateful for what they get.
Damian Wayne, compared to his elder siblings, is a downright charmer of a young man. There was, of course, a period of adjustment. But other than some mild threats of bodily harm- they lived in Gotham, a stabbing was considered minor- and that incident with the sword, Damian was a well behaved student who adjusted admirably to the change in scenery.
Not like the other Wayne and Wayne sponsored spawn. Dick Grayson will go down in history, nay, he will be engraved in infamy after the month of hell he put the custodians through. Their chandeliers and railings were not meant to be used as gymnastics equipment. The headmaster had to give them a raise after they cried about wiping footprints off of the ceiling. Not to mention the fights this kid got into.
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“Danny!” Tim comes screeching into the Lavender Room. Bruce had it built and decorated for him when Danny had expressed interest in lurking on the manor grounds. They were an odd bunch, these Bats. They’d even taken to leaving him fresh cream and freshly baked loaves of bread on the built in counter. Interesting choice.
“Little Sparrow. What is it?” Danny moved, long strides just a bit off as he approached the frantic pseudo Robin. The kid clung to him as much as he was frantically tugging Danny to the main manor.
“It’s Bruce! He’s being controlled! I don’t know-” Danny scooped Tim up and pulled on that otherness the bubbled beneath his veins. They melded into shadows and emerged to the other side, sequestered a hidden alcove overlooking the Batcave.
The sounds of blows being traded echoed, bouncing weirdly off of the screeching bats. Danny loved it. He peered down as Nightwing slammed an elbow onto his mentor’s face before doing a twisty maneuver a naga would have approved of to kick him in the throat.
Some of those hits are harder than Danny expected. Both Danny and Tim caught the glint of an unhinged grin playing at Nightwing’s lips.
“It seems Dick has this well in hand, little sparrow,” Danny lowered his voice, amusement sparking like grinding steel behind his eyes.
“…He might be working out some stuff.” Tim admitted, wincing as mind controlled Bruce took a crushing blow to the ribs.
“If that ‘stuff’ consists of repressed anger, yes.” Danny sighed admiringly as Nightwing screamed in Bruce’s face before kicking him viciously in the ankle. “Perhaps I’ll step in, hm, little sparrow?”
Tim’s grip tightened on his sleeve before releasing. “Better you than me.”
Danny hummed, drawing a little more from his otherness to appear directly before Bruce.
“That’s enough, Jwenar.”
“Awe,” it was disconcerting to hear a high pitched voice coming from “I eat gravel and Alfred’s honey oatmeal for breakfast” Batman. “Come on Danny! I was just having a bit o’ fun! He’d have gotten his body back!”
“When? In ninety years? Out, Jwenar. I won’t say it again,” Danny sternly pointed away from Bruce, eyes flashing green. Behind him, Dick was trying to look like he wasn’t disappointed his beat down had been interrupted.
“Ugh,” Jwenar sulked, detaching themselves from Bruce’s neck. The little mosquito like fae snarled. “Next time, then.”
“There will be no next time.” Danny scolded, before swatting them so hard, they rocketed back into the Wilds.
“… Was it necessary to hit me that hard, Dick?” Bruce wearily asked, holding his broken nose.
“I don’t know, B, was it necessary to withhold Jason’s death from me?” Dick asked sweetly. Danny rumbled with laughter.
He liked these Bats, feral as they were.
His mouth stretched into a sharp, sharp, sharp grin.
He thinks he’ll keep them.
Little Jay has a run in with an unknown bat on that fateful night
Day 1 for @jasontoddweek2025 prompt for “time travel” and “the Batmobile tires”
‘Was I that small?’
The waterlogged Red Hood had stopped dead in the streets, helmeted head frozen in place by the sight of a young boy lifting tires from an older (newer?) version of a car he knew by heart. Water dripped off of his jacket, the steady and quiet plops of water cracked like gun shots in between the sudden silence.
Blue eyes widened, darted down to assess his threat levels (high, screamed the guns in his holsters. Run, screamed the plated armor covering his entire body), and the boy stiffened.
Red Hood knew the boy as well as he knew himself, because the boy is him, and lunged before the little shit made a break for it, knocking the tire iron out of the kid’s hands as he does.
“No!” The boy- himself, a younger Jason Todd- screamed. Desperate and terrified, he flailed in the air as Jason lifted him up and out by the back of his sweatshirt. “No! Fuck you, you boob!”
Short DPXDC prompt #2, from @stealingyourbones.
“It’ll be good for you!” Dick threw an arm around Tim’s shoulders as he beamed his way through Gotham U’s campus.
“I could have done this online. They have virtual degrees. I could have hacked my way into one.”
“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t get the authentic experience!”
The group arrived at the dorm building, one of many, and Damian gave it a dubious once over.
“If this is authentic, I refuse to be a part of the locals.” Damian quietly remarked, before peering cautiously at Dick. “I have obtained my degrees. I do not need this experience.”
“It’s really not that bad, guys.”
“How would you know? You went to Blüdhaven for college.” Tim retorted with the voice of a young man resigned to despair. “You lived off campus and your door pin was Zitka’s birthday, month first then date second.”
“… Tim, why the fuck do you know that.”
“When I knocked on your door, that was just common courtesy. I didn’t actually need you to open it. I could have opened it myself.”
Dick’s smile brightens even further, with the light of an LED bulb instead of his usual sun, and places a hand on Tim’s head. “You’re creepy sometimes, you know that?”
“And you’re careless sometimes, you know that?” Tim groused. “Ugh, whatever. Let’s just get this over with. I can’t believe I’m going to have a roommate.”
“It’ll be fun! And if it isn’t, you can always swap roomies. We have enough pull to have that happen.”
Are you ever/have you (and I've just missed it) going to continue Smart Jr.? It was a really fun story, as are most of your works!
Hi! Yes! Shannan thank you for the compliment! But yes, the second part is in my drafts somewhere! I’ll tag you once I get around to editing and posting it❤️
Great to hear! (Who's Shannon?)
I have no idea! Not a single clue of what I was typing (as is regular).
Redraw of this comic cuz it reminded of the Trio
This is the energy they bring to the table omfg
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lmfao are you aware of ur posts being all over tiktok for some reason?? you’ve been found by those minecraft bot accounts that read like reddit stories and tumblr posts. i mean its how i found u so im thrilled but like do you know about this
I do! Some lovely souls have messaged me about it and I'm thankful for them haha! I can't do anything about it and it sucks but I'm equally thrilled you're here so silver linings and all that <3
Are you ever/have you (and I've just missed it) going to continue Smart Jr.? It was a really fun story, as are most of your works!
Hi! Yes! Shannan thank you for the compliment! But yes, the second part is in my drafts somewhere! I’ll tag you once I get around to editing and posting it❤️
