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And, of course, there’s the fact that he’s Peter Parker and has a heart of gold. He’s the boy who jumped in front of a bullet for the girl who tried to kill him and made the Punisher cry. I think he’s just uniquely suited to empathize with the mutants, as we see him do with Jean. He would’ve been able to regardless of his physical changes, but I think that his new powers strengthen his connection to them.

Gotham Academy starts a debate team to “encourage civic engagement.”

Danny Fenton signs up because he thinks it’s about arguing for fun.

Damian signs up because he intends to win.

This is already a mistake.

Danny’s approach to debate is… unconventional. He doesn’t research like everyone else. He just walks into the room, listens for a bit, and then says things that feel less like arguments and more like he already knows how it’s going to end.

“Your plan falls apart in about ten minutes,” Danny tells an opponent calmly. “You’re relying on people staying scared, and they won’t.”

“…Based on what evidence?”

Danny shrugs. “It just doesn’t stick.”

He wins anyway.

It becomes a pattern.

He predicts outcomes he shouldn’t be able to predict. Calls out logical flaws before they’re fully explained. Ends arguments with unsettling confidence, like he’s already watched them fail somewhere else.

Damian hates that it works.

Then Gotham’s villains notice.

It starts small. A low-level rogue takes hostages near campus. The police prepare for a standard standoff.

Danny walks past the perimeter, hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he calls up to the window. “This isn’t going to go how you think.”

Everyone freezes.

The rogue shouts back something aggressive. Danny just tilts his head, listening—not to the man, but to something else entirely.

“No, yeah, I get why you’re doing this,” Danny says after a moment. “But the exit you’re planning? That route’s blocked. You didn’t see it, but it is.”

There is no way he should know that.

The rogue hesitates.

“Also,” Danny adds, almost apologetically, “you’re about to get surrounded from the back in, like, two minutes.”

“…What?”

Danny checks an invisible clock. “One minute, actually.”

The rogue surrenders.

The police later confirm the backup units Danny mentioned were en route, but had not been announced yet.

This happens again.

And again.

Soon, the rumor spreads: there’s a kid at Gotham Academy who can tell you how things end.

Some villains start asking for him.

Not Batman.

Not Gordon.

Danny.

Damian is deeply offended.

“This is not your responsibility,” Damian snaps after the third incident.

Danny frowns. “I mean… it kinda is? If I know it’s going to go badly, shouldn’t I say something?”

“You should not be able to know.”

“Yeah,” Danny says, quieter this time. “I’ve been told that.”

Because here’s the part no one else sees.

Danny doesn’t just guess outcomes.

He feels them.

Like echoes. Like the future brushing up against the present just long enough to leave a mark.

Bad endings feel cold. Heavy. Wrong.

And Gotham is full of them.

But when Danny speaks—when he nudges things, shifts a choice, changes a single moment—those endings… move.

Not disappear.

Just… change shape.

Damian realizes it slowly, reluctantly.

Danny isn’t predicting the future.

He’s arguing with it.

Let’s play the biggest game of kick the can on the internet.

Same au as this.

When the guy you sent to die not only survived the same weird odds as you did, but also got warped to the very same universe you did. 12.9 light years away.

My father finds gay men uncomfortable.

He's told me before that it's like a knee-jerk for him. Something he doesn't consciously control. He sees two men behaving romantically, and his body reacts with mild discomfort.

In the 1960s, when he was in high school, most of the boys in his form thought he was gay on the simple fact that he wasn't homophobic. He wouldn't participate in insulting queer people, he didn't care if someone was gay, he wouldn't have a problem hanging out with gay people. So people thought he was gay. That's how prevalent homophobia was in his formative years.

When I was 10, my dad told me very seriously that Holmes and Watson were gay. That it was obvious from the literature and the time period that they were meant to be a gay couple. When I was 14 and I came out to my parents as bi, when my mum was upset my dad ripped into her for it. Told her that she was being stupid, that it was my life to live how I wanted to and that she needed to get over herself.

My dad formed my views on censorship: that being that it was completely ridiculous and thoroughly evil. He didn't believe in censorship of any kind. If I asked him a question about sex, he answered it honestly. When I was 12 and I asked him about homosexuality, still young and uncertain, he told me that there was nothing wrong with it. That it was just how some people were. That there was likely an evolutionary reason for it. And that for some people it was uncomfortable on an instinctual level.

He taught me that just because you're uncomfortable with something, doesn't make it wrong. He also taught me that most people don't understand this.

I see a lot of this on the internet as of the last few years. The anti shipping movement, the terf movement, the anti ace movement. It all stems from discomfort that people have crossed wires into believing means wrong. Really every -ism and -phobia out there stems from this same fundamental aspect of humanity.

shoutout to the weirdos, to the struggling, to the dykes, the fags, the queers, the trannies and the cripples

shoutout to those flaring up and forced to cope to anybody who would really like to just not give a fuck but knows thats not an option to anybody who's exhausted to anybody who's alone or feels alone to anybody putting off the bad shit for just another day to anybody who's taking a nap instead of doing something permanent

It's the wikipedia image??? How big could it be

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