Quinn R.

A Secret Uncovered by DarthFrodo

Humans and Ghosts by RedGhost1010

bent but not yet broken by UnderForeversGrace

Anniversary by Deathcomes4u

School field trip:

Mortified and also School Bus in the Ghost Zone by Marsalias

The Trip by Deathcomes4u

Thursday by DizzlyPuzzled

Also @mostlikelynothuman made a good field trip rec list here.

Stuck on an island:

A Phantom Marooned by Lord Pugsy on FFN

Trapped identity reveal:

Okay by TourettesDog

A complication with evacuation by Friendly_neighborhood_imbecille

Mortality Salience by Alexa_Piper

another revelation (draws us closer) by wastefulreverie

A mouth-watering fuck-ton of hand angle references.

Ppl with brains: ummm finger go boom…

Closest match: Aporophyla nigra genome assembly, chromosome: 12 Common name: Black rustic

what if, the ghost weapons were more powerful or had stronger effects, and danny had a deadpool-like healing factor

Kiddo Blitzø: And if you apply I'll hire you... maybe

Wee Stolas: You'll hire me?!

Smol Blitzø: Yeah if I feel like it.

Ickle Stolas: Well, I hope I qualify then.

Then there that Blitzø has been fantasized about bringing stolas on missions, and was keeping drawing on him.

(he gave Stolas a moustache as a disguise 😆)

Then there's the problems IMP currently has

Blitzø is back at budgeting, and will spend all their money on horse plushies. No one currently at IMP can stop him doing this.

Moxxie tries to keep them on track; by noticing when they need to take a job to get paid.

But he's awful at time management, and will dick around for a week on a 10 min job. Millie's bad at calling him on it, and bad at raining in Blitzø.

Loona is extremely board just doing the phones.

An extra person would mean she could go on more missions.

And if it's Stolas, he can watch from the office to make sure she didn't get hurt. He has he ways after all.

No one there is good at the paper work. They can't even do there taxes right.

Stolas is amazing at paper work. It as one of his special interests, so it's fun for him.

Then there's the biggy. Stolas is a sassy bitch who can get Blitz back on track like no one else. And call him on his shit when he's being an idiot.

give me bruce barely holding his shit together when his kids start belting "CAUSE I'M A BILLIONAAAAAREEE" every time he walks into a room.

give me alfred sighing and shaking his head each time someone mutters "alfred-da-butt-ler" under their breath while passing him in the kitchen.

give me dick taking the RELENTLESS teasing for how his character was portrayed like the unbothered king he is and agreeing to wear a pair of googly-eye goggles on patrol for a week.

give me jason subconsciously healing some of his own trauma after watching the most ridiculous, unthreatening version of the joker to ever exist (no, bruce, it's not a solution, but it's a start).

give me barbara and bruce refusing to even look each other in the eyes for a solid week, because seriously WTF WAS THAT, and everyone finding their discomfort absolutely hilarious.

give me the batkids making a meme out of bruce by doing shit like hissing every time someone turns on the lights or working snake clown references into the randomest conversations, and bruce getting up and exiting the room every. damn. time.

A plastic box gets shoved to his chest.

Only because he allows it, obviously, because the little gremlin of a brat is still several lifetimes away from being able to get a drop on him.

Though the demon spawn is also a picture of silence, lips pursed and shoulders tense where his fist extends to press whatever he bought on Jason’s pecs.

With a barely audible sigh, Jason peels that arm off to see what it was that demanded his attention so badly that the kid broke into one of the few safe-houses Jason thought was off the Bat-radar.

The answer is a thick box, covered with a glossy sleeve. On the cover are a group of five men piled on top of each other, composed artfully to look like a playful candid rather than an unfortunate accident. The only other thing on it is a logo stylized to look like a clock. Jason might be able to read where the lines form ‘SPF50’.

He sends Damian a blank look. The kid visibly heckles.

“Tt.” he starts, “This isn’t for me- I would like to emphasize that, for the record.”

Pause. Damian crosses his arms. “It’s Jon. He gave me an adequate birthday gift. It would be a dishonor to reciprocate with anything less.”

Jason replies to that with a hand gesture. What the hell does that have to do with him?

Damian looks at him like he’s rotten meat. Jason returns the glare twofold.

A frustrated groan. The kid almost swipes his arm back- like he was about to reach for his katana before realizing he’s out of costume. “Are you daft, Todd? I am asking for a favor. Name your price.”

“Yeah, Shrimp, I got that.” Jason bites back, “I’m just wonderin’ why the hell anythin’ related to this-“ he holds up the album, “-would be somethin’ I have an in with.”

Without missing a beat, Damian swipes back the album and pulls a card out from the middle to show him.

It’s a low angle selfie, cutting the pictured man off at the forehead. Stray locks, black with a blue-ish tint, fall just at the edge of the frame, and shadow a pair of striking blue eyes. Below that is a lopsided grin showing off a row of straight teeth. The rest of the picture is a swath of yellow- maybe a hoodie? Its laughably big though, dipping low enough to show the prominent curves of the man’s collarbones.

“This is why.” Damian says, before Jason could get a word in. “Your paramour, he’s Jon’s favorite in the group. He must be detestable if he has stooped low enough to romantically engage with you of all people, but nevertheless. Have him and his group sign this album and I will owe you one favor.”

“Huh.” Jason starts. Stops. Considers if he’s in the mood to start a fight. Sighs instead. “You’re outta luck, kid. I don’t know any of these guys.”

Damian’s eyes narrow. He steps forward in a stomp. “Don’t try and lie to me, Todd. Everyone has confirmed you are dating this idol. Agree to my terms before I am pushed to use force-Ow!”

Jason’s fingers moved to flick Damian’s forehead before he even registers that they did. “You can’t force me to do anythin’, Brat. I’ll send you back to your Mom.”

He flicks the other’s nose this time before he can respond, garnering another indignant squawk. “And two- just because you heard Blondie constantly yammerin’ about it doesn’t make it a public fact.”

Jason moves for the chin this time, but Damian has jumped away from striking range and looks a second away from hissing.

Jason would probably hiss back at him if he did. Something about this kid is just makes you want to mess with him.

But Damian seems to already be in retreat mode, sulkily skulking back to Jason’s fire escape with a deep scowl.

“Fine.” he says, right by the threshold of the apartment. “You prove yourself yet again useless. But just so you know Brown isn’t the only one talking- Father also suspects.”

And he’s gone just as Jason opens his mouth.

Next time you're listening to "Look My Way" and fighting back tears at the sheer scope and beauty of the song, remember that Stolas is sobbing and absolutely pouring his heart out about this guy: