Gilded Phoenix

Danny: The one with the glasses?

Bruce: Yes. His name is Clark Kent. He can be trusted.

Danny: Okay. *Writes note down* What about the woman next to him?

Bruce: That's Cat Grant, and no, she can't be trusted. Everything you say to her will turn into a gossip-lifting, life-ruining article.

Danny: Got it. *writes more notes*

Jason, watching the two from a few feet away: Say, who's that kid Bruce is media training? Is he a new ward he took in?

Tim: No, that's Danny Fenton, the face of Fenton Works. They signed up as a sub-company of Wayne Enterprise. Originally, they were a paranormal investigation and capture company- yes, I mean ghost hunters- but it was discovered that almost all thier tech can be used on metas. Bruce wants to make medical equipment that can be used by our enhanced citizens.

Jason: I see. But why a kid so young? He's your age, right?

Tim: Hmm, apparently his parents, the owners of Fenton Works, made him CEO so they could focus on ghost hunting and the occasional meta medical machines for Bruce. He got here a week ago to shadow me for CEO training, and Bruce stole him after they met outside my office. Danny hangs onto his every word, and I think Bruce forgot what it was like to have a kid actually listen to him.

Jason: Ah thats makes sense. What do you think of him?

Tim: Well, he's a little naive, easy to trick, and has way too much empathy for the cold world of business. I'm gonna have him in my bed.

Jason: Ah....well that took a turn. One I do not like so I'm gonna....*walks away*

Tim: He will be ✨️mine✨️

Danny, 14 and no more than 100lbs: *reflexively stepping forward to guard*

A shot from an old fanfic, but one of my favorites

Fanfic:

If you want to fuck around with madder root, this is where you want to buy it.

It's $22 a pound here. Plus shipping, around $30. Meanwhile, sites selling it for cloth dye work sell it for between three and four times as much.

In addition, I've had better results getting good clear reds from the stuff from woodfinishing enterprises than from just about any I've tried from sources selling to hobby dyers. IDK why I'm just telling you the facts. The stuff from that link is better and cheaper.

Why is a woodworking site selling it? Because craft woodworkers sometimes like to make their own stains, and making a lake pigment from madder gives beautiful colors.

If you want to fuck around with madder root, this is where you want to buy it.

It's $22 a pound here. Plus shipping, around $30. Meanwhile, sites selling it for cloth dye work sell it for between three and four times as much.

In addition, I've had better results getting good clear reds from the stuff from woodfinishing enterprises than from just about any I've tried from sources selling to hobby dyers. IDK why I'm just telling you the facts. The stuff from that link is better and cheaper.

Why is a woodworking site selling it? Because craft woodworkers sometimes like to make their own stains, and making a lake pigment from madder gives beautiful colors.

Chronic pain people: Oh mood.

The gays: I too wish for the intimacy of someone removing my spine

Chronic pain people: Oh mood.

The gays: I too wish for the intimacy of someone removing my spine

"Stress," he tells a gala attendee, "Yeah, watching my dad at one of these things, making sure he doesn't drown in the punch bowl or french kiss a reporter, it's a stressful job."

"I drank Zesti Cola and Mentos at the same time."

"I disrespected my elders and a ghost straight up bitch slapped me." he tells one of Dick's kids when he's babysitting.

"This is what happens when you wash your hair in Gotham without using treated water."

“I let Dick talk me into a ‘fun brother bonding spa day.’ Something in that hair mask that Donna cooked up was radioactive. I swear.”

“I got caught in a flashbang at close range. My hair saw the light before I did.”

“I got hit with a fear toxin variant. Apparently my hair panicked too.”