Gilded Phoenix

Everything goes fine for a while. Danny shuts the cameras down when hes having a bad day, but usually he leaves them and even seems less paranoid about them as time goes on.

But then, Danny finally convinces Jason to let them get a dog. Jason agreed so long as it was small to medium size, so of course that ment they brought home some sort of massive breed that Jason pretty sure is part wolf. Or demon. But Danny insists its a small dog, and won't grow any bigger than 36inches tall, and he looked so happy and in love with the dog that Jason just couldn't say no. At least it was well behaved-

-But after a week or so of having the dog, it started acting weird one morning. Standing the middle of the living room, they barked at the corner of the house repeatedly, not coming for food or water or to play. Finally, Danny checked out what they were looking at, and as he dug around and searched, his body started shaking in fear.

It was a camera. Not one of their, it was more high tech, smaller, and not at all where Danny placed them. Danny threw the camera on the ground, breaking it, before frantically tearing the house apart in search of more, the dog more than happy to help him search. Danny looked and relooked and checked for four hours before finally collapsing in the closet and having a panic attack.

When Jason came home to the house torn apart he freaked out and was relieved to find Danny in the closet with the dog. Though, he was worried that Danny was completely despondent and that his face was stained with tears.

When he finally got him to talk, and tell him about the cameras, Jason was pissed. He had a good idea who planted them, and he was so angry that they caused such a setback.

Jason took Danny and the dog to a hotel, watching with a tense jaw as Danny did a sweep of their room 6 times before laying on the bed and passing out.

Vlad had been watching for ages and figured out one of Danny's triggers that caused him to turn all of their security systems off. He deliberately had Danny triggered, then set the Meta boy in there while they were out of the house. He'd told the kid some sob story about trying to get evidence of Danny being abused by his partner, so that they could get him away legally and safely and the other guy put in gaol, and the kids was more than happy to help - it's Gotham, this isn't an uncommon story told about them by outsiders.

Even more luckily for Vlad, Danny and Jason assumed that Jason's air-headed bimbo father had them installed, making the two boys leave the safety of Lady Gotham's city without any sort of electronic device or way to contact the outside world for help.

The only things that work without rest are machines; literally everything that lives requires rest.

I think what a lot of people underestimate is just how much road there is in your city. And just how many directions the crew gets pulled.

For our city of around 50k people there are 8 of us.

Also, crack sealing is a wholly temporary measure, meant to slow the break-up of the roads, it’s not a permanent fix.

Roads tend to get closed for months on end because we have to tear the whole thing up, then, depending on the class of road, we either have to hammer-drill into concrete to lay rebar and the pour concrete, or we can get straight to paving. If it’s a road requiring concrete we’re required to wait at least 24 hours for it to set.

So after 2 days we’re finally able to pave. But the city allocates one (two if we’re lucky) 5 ton truck to transport material.

A relatively short paving job requires at a minimum of 60 tons. So that’s 12 trips to the asphalt factory and back. Each ton is around $80.

TL;DR

-ancient roman posca: water, red or white wine vinegar, honey, salt, herbs (coriander, mint, thyme)

-switchel: water, ginger, vinegar, sweetener, lemon, salt

-ayran: yogurt, water, salt, mint

-sees the reports of the heatwave in Europe-

Nightwings: Hold on, there's a civilian running around. Early twenties, black hair, super pale and kind of sickly lookin. He looks panicked, like hes looking for something or someone, I'm going to check in, in case its a child.

Nightwing: Excuse me sir, are you alright?

Danny, pressing a hand to his chest in pain: So-Someone broke into my-my appartment when I was at work and-and they left the door open, and now I can't find Mittens!

Red Robin, over comms: Seriously? All this drama over a cat?

Red Hood, over comms: Who actually names their cat "Mittens"?

Oracle, over comms: You two are so stupid.

Robin, over comms: I agree, shut up. This is serious, that poor animal could be injured.

Nightwing, helps Danny sit on a nearby bench: Hey its alright man. I'll have the others keep an eye out for her okay? What does your kitten look like.

Danny, releived: Mittens isn't a kitten, shes a puppy, really tiny girl. She's a Bully Kutta, and she's mostly white but has black unclipped ears and some black splotches- here I have a-a picture. *pulls out his phone with shakey hands and shows Nightwing a picture of Danny and Mittens in their new appartment, Mittens goes up past his hips*

Nightwing, stunned into silence: . . .

Red Robin, over comms: That is "tiny" to him?!

Robin, over comms: Stunning.

Oracle: Found him. Daniel Fenton moved to Gotham with his Service Dog in Training, Mittens, two months ago. He works at Gotham's Space Museum, and writes Parnormal Fiction stories on the side, and he apprentantly visits Middle schools to do presentations. Mittens is 15months old and is set to graduate very soon. She has high praise from all her trainers, but it seems Danny's employers at the Museum are pushing against him bringing her to work once she graduates, Danny seems to be fighting with them about it a lot. Jerks.

Batman, over comms: What does he need her for?

Oracle, over comms: Heart problems, and mobility issues caused by an accident when he was a teenager, as well as Anxiety, and PTSD. A lot of his file is sealed because he was a minor when it happened, I can snoop more?

Batman, over comms: No, that amount is fine.

Nightwing: Well, the others know, and will keep an eye out for her. You're still shaking pretty bad, how about I see you home.

Danny: I appreciate it. I'm sorry for keeping you back, being a hero is- seems like an exhausting job.

Nightwing, joking: You speak from experience?

Danny, eyes distant: No, I was never a hero.

Robin, over comms: Mittens spotted near the Museum!

Nightwing: Hey, Robin said he spotted Mittens near the Museum.

Danny: She went looking for me, of course she did. If she won't go to Robin by name, have him call her "Vöttr", I'm the only one that ever calls her that, so it will catch her attention.

Nightwing, nodding: Robin call her Votter.

Red Robin, over comms: Old Norse?

Nightwing, eyebrow raised: Old Norse?

Danny, shrugging: Its a hobby.

Robin, over comms and sounding very excited: Target secure. . . . May I pet her?

Nightwing, snorts: Robin wants to know if he can pet her.

Danny, amused: As much as they want, as long as I get her back.

Robin, over comms: Understood, we will reconvene at Fenton's appartment.

Nightwing: Hah that kid. He said he'll meet us at your place if thats okay.

Danny: Sounds good, I'm just happy that I didn't loose her.

Blackbat, over comms: Sad, remorse, upset.

Red Robin, over comms: He does seem interesting.

Batman, over comms: Hmm.

Tim as Red Robin, staring forlornly at his broken grapple, exhaustion seeping out of him in waves: …

Danny: Hey uh… want me to fix that?

Tim, sounding near tears: Please 🙏

Danny: *quickly fixes the grapple, pulling scrap from his bag.* Here all fixed!

Tim: Here, your payment. *hands over his entire wallet and grapples away*

Danny: *stares blankly for 30 seconds* … Um?

Danny: *Silently screaming inside as he stares at Red Robin’s very civilian state ID*

ty for the name @androbutchninja , but here it is! I was going through it through the majority of spring, so this spring cleaning sale is now a pride month sale!

Once a year, I rotate out a bunch of prints that are older (not representative of current designs), unpopular, or just kinda stale. I update the inventory numbers to reflect what I got on hand and when they're gone they're gone!

Everything on this list is 20% off, here's what's leaving the shop:

Keep writing (8 remaining)

Friends, Mutuals, Countrymen (4 remaining)

I have love in me (9 remaining)

everyone wants to build... (11 remaining)

The Cephalopod's Prayer (5 remaining)

Fanfiction Moment: oh/OH (28 remaining)

Yikes: 3 variations. (10 book of hours style, 7 book of kells style, 3 woodcut style remaining)

Turbo Illegal (4 remaining)

Own a Musket for Self Defense (12 remaining)

prints left:

oh/Oh: 11

other stuff in the store IS available at regular prices

BUT

The room was quiet. It was quiet and ever person at the large, round table was looking at him. Quietly. Danny wouldn’t know what to say even if he could open his mouth to speak. The muzzle bit into him as he struggled with the… muchness of it all.

Slowly, Batman rose from the table. His oil slick black cape fell around him. Danny clutched tighter at his own borrowed purple cape. He didn’t want them to see the ruin of him under it. That wasn’t it—it didn’t—he was here for everyone else. As king. He held the cape tightly closed and raised his chin higher. His haloed crown of aura light shuddered. The light of it glinted off of the stark metal of the muzzle.

Batman came closer. Danny kept his chin held high, trembling. He clutched at the cape. The aura shuddered. A few feet of him, Batman took a knee. It was like all the air went out of the room at once, but in a good way. Danny swayed on his feet as his knees threatened to give out.

“Hello. This is the Justice League Watchtower. I am Batman,” Batman said, hands moving with his words, though Danny couldn’t understand any of the motions. “Is this where you intended to come?”

Danny nodded. His fingers hurt from holding the cape close.

He couldn’t see Batman’s eyes, but he knew that he was being looked at. Being seen.

Batman raised his hands again. Danny flinched. Batman paused and then moved more slowly. “Are you here for help?”

Danny nodded so quickly that the room started to spin. His hands ached. The light shuddered.

“Alright. To start, I would like to call a medic—”

No. No! Danny shook his head.

The room spun.

The lights shuddered.