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So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
Sometimes it’s not that justified, sometimes it’s just that Danny’s cranky and at the end of his shift and wants to go fucking home
Sometimes it’s directly at one of the people who can hear him, like when Hal Jordan sheepishly slides down to Engineering to ask if someone can come up real quick because he just spilled his entire slushie into the vent next to the main computer terminal
Sure, it’s not gonna fry all the electronics and kill them all as the station tumbles, but it is going to stink like blue raspberry and artificial cherry for months
Danny, english: oh yeah sure Mr Lantern I’ll get right on it
Danny, ghost speak: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS MY SHIFT IS OVER IN TEN FUCKING MINUTES DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT’S GONNA TAKE TO DISASSEMBLE THE ENTIRE FUCKING VENT SHAFT IT IS A FUCKING SLUSHIE IT’S GOING TO SEEP INTO EVERY CRACK AND CREVICE AND MELT AND STICK AND I WANT TO GO TO BED YOU PIECE OF SHIT
So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
"Good, you're here. We need you to repair the cooling unit." Batman said, letting his frustrations leak into his voice. He didn't get why Clark was angry at him, and the Super wasn't telling him why.
"Understood. Is there anything else in that area that you need done?" Fenton asked, voice doing that weird layered thing it did, the thing where it sounded like two of him were speaking at once.
"No. Get to work."
"Of course sir. I'll just be on my way to do that then. Goodbye."
Superman, down the hall, let out a strangled wheezing-honking sound and doubled over.
What Superman heard;
"Understood. Is there anything else in that area that you need done?"
"I already fixed it four hours ago you controlling jackass, you're just too caught up in yourself to notice that the air coming out of the vent is cool. Maybe if you got rid of the BDSM gear, that wouldn't be an issue."
"Of course sir. I'll just be on my way to do that then. Goodbye."
"What work dumbass, it's already done. Whatever, you may be the best furry detective of all time but you aren't maintenance. Little worried if you were, actually, because given your fursuit and leather the station would probably be full of really inappropriate toys. Dildo light fixtures, BDSM hanging chairs; just stay in your lane, bro."
So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
"Good, you're here. We need you to repair the cooling unit." Batman said, letting his frustrations leak into his voice. He didn't get why Clark was angry at him, and the Super wasn't telling him why.
"Understood. Is there anything else in that area that you need done?" Fenton asked, voice doing that weird layered thing it did, the thing where it sounded like two of him were speaking at once.
"No. Get to work."
"Of course sir. I'll just be on my way to do that then. Goodbye."
Superman, down the hall, let out a strangled wheezing-honking sound and doubled over.
What Superman heard;
"Understood. Is there anything else in that area that you need done?"
"I already fixed it four hours ago you controlling jackass, you're just too caught up in yourself to notice that the air coming out of the vent is cool. Maybe if you got rid of the BDSM gear, that wouldn't be an issue."
"Of course sir. I'll just be on my way to do that then. Goodbye."
"What work dumbass, it's already done. Whatever, you may be the best furry detective of all time but you aren't maintenance. Little worried if you were, actually, because given your fursuit and leather the station would probably be full of really inappropriate toys. Dildo light fixtures, BDSM hanging chairs; just stay in your lane, bro."
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So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
Sometimes it’s not that justified, sometimes it’s just that Danny’s cranky and at the end of his shift and wants to go fucking home
Sometimes it’s directly at one of the people who can hear him, like when Hal Jordan sheepishly slides down to Engineering to ask if someone can come up real quick because he just spilled his entire slushie into the vent next to the main computer terminal
Sure, it’s not gonna fry all the electronics and kill them all as the station tumbles, but it is going to stink like blue raspberry and artificial cherry for months
Danny, english: oh yeah sure Mr Lantern I’ll get right on it
Danny, ghost speak: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS MY SHIFT IS OVER IN TEN FUCKING MINUTES DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW LONG IT’S GONNA TAKE TO DISASSEMBLE THE ENTIRE FUCKING VENT SHAFT IT IS A FUCKING SLUSHIE IT’S GOING TO SEEP INTO EVERY CRACK AND CREVICE AND MELT AND STICK AND I WANT TO GO TO BED YOU PIECE OF SHIT
So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
So, Danny gets a job as a repairman on the watchtower! He's liven his best life and being the definite human man who fixes stuff. However! Problem, he's got no chill when he reeealy needs chill to work this job, the solution? Shit talk in ghost speak! Not like anyone can hear him, it's a completely silent, ghost specific, form of psychic communication!
People can in fact, hear him. Specifically the green lanterns, martian manhunter (though, he doesn't understand a word), captain marvel, and superman.
The green lantern rings are outfitted for the exact scenario that he thought protected his chill facade.
Martian manhunter could theoretically understand if he filtered it manually but he has no clue how to do that.
Captain Marvel is the champion of magic and thus knows all magic based communication methods instinctively.
Superman is annoyed as hell batman didn't tell him that he hired a sub-species of kryptonian as an engineer and is refusing to talk to him until he is on world again.
Danny probably has the ability to speak in both Human and Ghost Speak at the same time, so if he's having a conversation with someone he doesn't like he can cuss them out in real time without them hearing or understanding any of it.
Imagine this scene if you will:
Karen: And I just think it's so funny because why do these aliens need to share the same space as we do? I feel like we should have seperated spaces for us normal humans because I don't want alien germs getting on me. I'm not racist or anything but I really think-
Danny, in Ghost Speak: Fuck you you old witch I hope you choke on a bagel and get sesame seeds suck in your airways you overgrown turnip! Stop wasting the air the purifier I just fixed is making because it's an insult to every person in history whose contributions led to it's creation you sorry excuse for a leather bag! You can take your bullshit ideas and racist talking points and shove them right up your SHRIVELED FUCKING A-
Shazam in the corner: ...holy shit.
Guy Gardner: *writing this shit down*
Clark: *gasps in mild mannered farm boy*
J'onn: Why do I feel proud and disappointed at the same time?
Imagine~☆ Grandma Fenton. Young, hot, built like a tank.
She meets a SUAVE and well muscled man of mystery. With a CAPE! Fabulous facial hair. There are ninjas. She was hunting the Supernatural. Very, very badly.
But still! That Fenton STRENGTH. That smile! That "just back handed an assassin through a wall"! Mystery man is... intrigued ™.
They do unspeakable things to each other hot young nuible bodies against every surface they can find. There are explosions and sword fights. She has a BLAST! It was a great trip.
Prooooobably should have gotten more then his name though!
Maybe used protection!
WHOOPS ™!
Ah well, she always DID want kids! A jack is a wonderful kiddo! Strong as an ox! Bit obsessive, but what Fenton ISNT?
She goes about her merry way. Things to do! Monsters to HUNT! Crocodiles to WRESTLE! Feeling like... she's... forgetting? Something? But what could it BE?
It's only after YEARS, as she's retired, down a leg (damn Sasquatch) and two fingers, that she squints at some hoity toity shin-dig on the TV... and... huh.....
You know? That lil Wayne kid reminds her of someone. It's... it's on the tip of her to- OH FUCK! *slams down the morning paper* she forgot to tell her sprogs DAD!
Shit! He didn't know he got her preggers!!!
Which? Is how Ra's AL Ghul? Get a VERY sheepish call from that lion of a woman he had... relations *unholy smirk that makes SO MANY people around him uncomfortable* with, informing him? He not ONLY has a son.
But a grandson and granddaughter.
Neither fit to inherent, obviously. But his blood has run true. His son married the most powerful woman he could locate. Because studying the borders between life and death. And can snap lesser men in half like a twig. Grandchildren? Much of the same.
So obviously, he shall become... Supportive. A loving grandfather.
Why? Because he has no standards for them! They are but a pleasant suprise. The bloodline MIGHT be useful. Eventually. But for now? Charm champaign.
So Ra? Reeks of corrupted ecto. Small amounts, the man knows how to detox fairly well and doesn’t feel like radiating enough pit influence to have his food try to eat him. Danny grew up surrounded by the stuff, he might not notice such trace amounts. Vlad though? Vlad has Decades on the boy in terms of experience. He recognizes a tie to the undead a Mile away. There’s only room for One rich creepy old godfather with ties to the undead in This town! Vlad sends his birds to scout the league while he handles the human side of things like only a politician can, Midwestern politeness and all the barbs you can fit in it.
Ra? Absolutely SMITTEN. He hasn’t had a Proper rivalry/courtship in Centuries! Hidden assassins, ties to the undead, hidden barbs beneath a layer of politeness and mock friendship, the whole nine yards. Man is head over heels for Vlad.
Batfam? Concerned. Very concerned. Ra went quiet and suddenly popped up in some random midwestern town? A town with way too much cybersecurity, rumors of undead ties, and some kinda shady government agency? Well now they Have to get involved! Tim’s put in charge of finding a way in, locate a past family member and forge a connection to a family in Amity and they’re set. Tim finds one alright. But he didn’t need to forge anything. Cause the Fentons? Decended from witches. Gotham? So so cursed. These two facts are Closely related. As is Batman.
Gasp! My trash ship? The beloved! Ra's going "oh your a little monster, aren't you~♡? COMPLETELY devoid of empathy nor mercy for those who stand against you. Trying to KILL me, AREN'T you lovely little thing~?"
And Vlad going "I am Maddie-Sexual, gonna kill you HARDER now. Send in the spine shredders."
All while they have? THE most Tense And Subtext Laden Murder Brunch this town has ever SEEN since the summer of '04 when Susan discovered that her church friend might be sleeping with her husband. The grannies? Living for it. Ida is there.
Everyone brought opera glasses and is buying cocktails.
(Ra's fuckin ADORES this bizarre little town. He can't get away with HALF this shit, anywhere else. Has to "play nice" and pretend. Here? He rolled up with ninjas. No one comments.)
And?? Knowing RA'S? He probably forgot how... how CHARMING he finds Grandma Fenton? She's a grizzled BAMF now. All silver hair and battle scars. Roaring laugh and madness in her eyes. Kicking his ninjas asses.
Hot.
I bet? He could TOTALLY trick her? Or drug her dinner? And whoop! Into the pit!
New leg! Late 30s! Built like an Amazon meets a BEAR!
Vlad learns something about himself he didn't want to KNOW!
I love the image of Vlad having a crisis over finding a woman OTHER than Maddie attractive. She is hot af and he CANNOT handle it.
And then Sam or Jazz sees him having this crisis and, possibly waiting till the best time to inflict maximum damage, chooses violence by going "really you're just attracted to ladies who are friendly and could kick your ass, you just only know two" and Vlad immediately freaks out all over again.
But! Idk if this works cause they're kinda different premises, but could we bring a detail from this thread over here? Specifically, the bit that Danny ALSO does not trust Ra's?
Doesn't have to be the rotten ecto! Maybe Danny just clocks every sus thing about Ra's EXCEPT the ties to the undead nopes the fuck out.
He is Very Annoyed to find out he agrees with Vlad on this. He is HORRIFIED to learn that Ra's is actively flirting with Vlad. He's seeing this as possible enemies to lovers meanwhile Danny? Is wondering if this is the worse timeline.
I say this because I think it'd be funny if Ra's came to town to meet the kiddos and got a) a crush on Vlad and b) a new favorite grandkid and both of them hated him. I think the shennanigans would be funny.
Also. I know that Grandma Fenton probably got a phone number with his name BUT! What if she didn't?! In the first version Ras goes "this was fun I'll give her a number we could maybe do this again" and in the second he's like "that was fun bye now"? So we have this grizzeled bamf HUNTING DOWN RAS AL GHUL'S PHONE NUMBER to let him know they had a kid and now grandkids.
Has his assassin team leader in a headlock. Cheerfully talking over the secure line. All the others are unconscious and put halfway through walls.
Ah, yes, he remembers why he [REDACTED] her now. *horrified Danny spit take* (HE DIDNT WANT TO KNOOOOOOOW!!! D:> OH GOD WHY?!)
And honestly? I was going for the "granny is related to Jack so they look close enough that? It's suddenly hitting him? That if Jack had been a lady... or Vlad had been SELF AWARE... he could have Throupled his way to greatness. DECADES ago."
Oh god... not... NOT SELF REFLECTION!! Noooooooo!!!!!!
Jack just going "lookin good, Ma!" N she's all "thanks kiddo! It runs in the family! Look! Get ma LEG back!" *Spin kicks a ninja* :D×2
Gold hearted TANK energy. Vaguely murderous. They ARE after all? Hunters. Granny used to try and teach Danny how to stab the Fae properly and where the soft spots were on kraken. (The eyes! Kiddo. Go for the EYES!)
Imagine~☆ Grandma Fenton. Young, hot, built like a tank.
She meets a SUAVE and well muscled man of mystery. With a CAPE! Fabulous facial hair. There are ninjas. She was hunting the Supernatural. Very, very badly.
But still! That Fenton STRENGTH. That smile! That "just back handed an assassin through a wall"! Mystery man is... intrigued ™.
They do unspeakable things to each other hot young nuible bodies against every surface they can find. There are explosions and sword fights. She has a BLAST! It was a great trip.
Prooooobably should have gotten more then his name though!
Maybe used protection!
WHOOPS ™!
Ah well, she always DID want kids! A jack is a wonderful kiddo! Strong as an ox! Bit obsessive, but what Fenton ISNT?
She goes about her merry way. Things to do! Monsters to HUNT! Crocodiles to WRESTLE! Feeling like... she's... forgetting? Something? But what could it BE?
It's only after YEARS, as she's retired, down a leg (damn Sasquatch) and two fingers, that she squints at some hoity toity shin-dig on the TV... and... huh.....
You know? That lil Wayne kid reminds her of someone. It's... it's on the tip of her to- OH FUCK! *slams down the morning paper* she forgot to tell her sprogs DAD!
Shit! He didn't know he got her preggers!!!
Which? Is how Ra's AL Ghul? Get a VERY sheepish call from that lion of a woman he had... relations *unholy smirk that makes SO MANY people around him uncomfortable* with, informing him? He not ONLY has a son.
But a grandson and granddaughter.
Neither fit to inherent, obviously. But his blood has run true. His son married the most powerful woman he could locate. Because studying the borders between life and death. And can snap lesser men in half like a twig. Grandchildren? Much of the same.
So obviously, he shall become... Supportive. A loving grandfather.
Why? Because he has no standards for them! They are but a pleasant suprise. The bloodline MIGHT be useful. Eventually. But for now? Charm champaign.
So Ra? Reeks of corrupted ecto. Small amounts, the man knows how to detox fairly well and doesn’t feel like radiating enough pit influence to have his food try to eat him. Danny grew up surrounded by the stuff, he might not notice such trace amounts. Vlad though? Vlad has Decades on the boy in terms of experience. He recognizes a tie to the undead a Mile away. There’s only room for One rich creepy old godfather with ties to the undead in This town! Vlad sends his birds to scout the league while he handles the human side of things like only a politician can, Midwestern politeness and all the barbs you can fit in it.
Ra? Absolutely SMITTEN. He hasn’t had a Proper rivalry/courtship in Centuries! Hidden assassins, ties to the undead, hidden barbs beneath a layer of politeness and mock friendship, the whole nine yards. Man is head over heels for Vlad.
Batfam? Concerned. Very concerned. Ra went quiet and suddenly popped up in some random midwestern town? A town with way too much cybersecurity, rumors of undead ties, and some kinda shady government agency? Well now they Have to get involved! Tim’s put in charge of finding a way in, locate a past family member and forge a connection to a family in Amity and they’re set. Tim finds one alright. But he didn’t need to forge anything. Cause the Fentons? Decended from witches. Gotham? So so cursed. These two facts are Closely related. As is Batman.
Gasp! My trash ship? The beloved! Ra's going "oh your a little monster, aren't you~♡? COMPLETELY devoid of empathy nor mercy for those who stand against you. Trying to KILL me, AREN'T you lovely little thing~?"
And Vlad going "I am Maddie-Sexual, gonna kill you HARDER now. Send in the spine shredders."
All while they have? THE most Tense And Subtext Laden Murder Brunch this town has ever SEEN since the summer of '04 when Susan discovered that her church friend might be sleeping with her husband. The grannies? Living for it. Ida is there.
Everyone brought opera glasses and is buying cocktails.
(Ra's fuckin ADORES this bizarre little town. He can't get away with HALF this shit, anywhere else. Has to "play nice" and pretend. Here? He rolled up with ninjas. No one comments.)
And?? Knowing RA'S? He probably forgot how... how CHARMING he finds Grandma Fenton? She's a grizzled BAMF now. All silver hair and battle scars. Roaring laugh and madness in her eyes. Kicking his ninjas asses.
Hot.
I bet? He could TOTALLY trick her? Or drug her dinner? And whoop! Into the pit!
New leg! Late 30s! Built like an Amazon meets a BEAR!
Vlad learns something about himself he didn't want to KNOW!
I love the image of Vlad having a crisis over finding a woman OTHER than Maddie attractive. She is hot af and he CANNOT handle it.
And then Sam or Jazz sees him having this crisis and, possibly waiting till the best time to inflict maximum damage, chooses violence by going "really you're just attracted to ladies who are friendly and could kick your ass, you just only know two" and Vlad immediately freaks out all over again.
But! Idk if this works cause they're kinda different premises, but could we bring a detail from this thread over here? Specifically, the bit that Danny ALSO does not trust Ra's?
Doesn't have to be the rotten ecto! Maybe Danny just clocks every sus thing about Ra's EXCEPT the ties to the undead nopes the fuck out.
He is Very Annoyed to find out he agrees with Vlad on this. He is HORRIFIED to learn that Ra's is actively flirting with Vlad. He's seeing this as possible enemies to lovers meanwhile Danny? Is wondering if this is the worse timeline.
I say this because I think it'd be funny if Ra's came to town to meet the kiddos and got a) a crush on Vlad and b) a new favorite grandkid and both of them hated him. I think the shennanigans would be funny.
Also. I know that Grandma Fenton probably got a phone number with his name BUT! What if she didn't?! In the first version Ras goes "this was fun I'll give her a number we could maybe do this again" and in the second he's like "that was fun bye now"? So we have this grizzeled bamf HUNTING DOWN RAS AL GHUL'S PHONE NUMBER to let him know they had a kid and now grandkids.
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Imagine~☆ Grandma Fenton. Young, hot, built like a tank.
She meets a SUAVE and well muscled man of mystery. With a CAPE! Fabulous facial hair. There are ninjas. She was hunting the Supernatural. Very, very badly.
But still! That Fenton STRENGTH. That smile! That "just back handed an assassin through a wall"! Mystery man is... intrigued ™.
They do unspeakable things to each other hot young nuible bodies against every surface they can find. There are explosions and sword fights. She has a BLAST! It was a great trip.
Prooooobably should have gotten more then his name though!
Maybe used protection!
WHOOPS ™!
Ah well, she always DID want kids! A jack is a wonderful kiddo! Strong as an ox! Bit obsessive, but what Fenton ISNT?
She goes about her merry way. Things to do! Monsters to HUNT! Crocodiles to WRESTLE! Feeling like... she's... forgetting? Something? But what could it BE?
It's only after YEARS, as she's retired, down a leg (damn Sasquatch) and two fingers, that she squints at some hoity toity shin-dig on the TV... and... huh.....
You know? That lil Wayne kid reminds her of someone. It's... it's on the tip of her to- OH FUCK! *slams down the morning paper* she forgot to tell her sprogs DAD!
Shit! He didn't know he got her preggers!!!
Which? Is how Ra's AL Ghul? Get a VERY sheepish call from that lion of a woman he had... relations *unholy smirk that makes SO MANY people around him uncomfortable* with, informing him? He not ONLY has a son.
But a grandson and granddaughter.
Neither fit to inherent, obviously. But his blood has run true. His son married the most powerful woman he could locate. Because studying the borders between life and death. And can snap lesser men in half like a twig. Grandchildren? Much of the same.
So obviously, he shall become... Supportive. A loving grandfather.
Why? Because he has no standards for them! They are but a pleasant suprise. The bloodline MIGHT be useful. Eventually. But for now? Charm champaign.
Danny doesn't trust it even one tiny bit. Guy reeks of rancid ecto. Feels as smarmy as Vlad. Hmm, nope. Do not trust. Jazz, Jazz stop! Jazz, no! Even if he IS our gramps! We do NOT trust fruitloops remember! He is CLEARLY a fruitloop! He even has the same HAIRSTYLE as Vlad! You can't do this to him!
Thos results in danny being the favourite grandchild
Because jazz? She's kind trusting enough to at least get to know him and psychoanalysis him danny tho
When he introduced himself took a look at him raked his eyes up and down his person took a sniff of the air and immediately did the human version of raising his hackles hissed at him and shouted "FUCK NOPE NOT ANOTHER FRUITLOOP" before without hesitation jumping out a window and bolting off
Now call ra's old fashioned but when someone has that reaction to you that means something has happed before and ra's is a sucker for a good mystery
Hm so that is where Danny got his taste for women that could kill him. Also Danny’s rejection of Ras making him the favorite is hysterical. Oh and Danny disappearing and repeatedly loosing the Ninjas Ras has tail to him only increases the old man’s interest. Yes this blood line may have more potential then he initially thought.
Damian is going to get a very confusing visit from his Mother. Talia? Not best pleased to learn that she has a younger brother. Who has two children. Damian's cousin is even Ra's new favourite. Damian! Go meet your new found cousin. Impress your Grandfather. Win back his favour!
Damian: He is entirely civilian?
Talia: Yes.
Damian: He has managed to impress and intrigue Grandfather?
Talia: Yes.
Damian:... Interesting. Father! We need to go ensure their safety from Grandfather!
Tim:... yeah... Poor kid. He impressed Ra's. That's never a good thing.
Dick: And.. We are entirely sure they are civilians? Like, actually sure?
Talia: Father did not know of their existence until two months past. His... Dalliance with a civilian woman led to a child. She apparently forgot to inform Father.
Bruce:... How did the civilian grandson impress Ra's?
Talia: He distrusted Father on sight. Refused to spend time alone with him. Refuses to allow any member of his family to spend time alone with him. Frequently checks the house for bugs. Checks the perimeter. Had managed to slip surveillance no less than 25 times in the first two weeks. He is also a skilled inventor and managed to rally the local teens into a surprisingly efficient militia to fight off an extra dimensional threat that subdued their parents.
Bruce:... Talia. That, is not usual for a civilian teen.
Talia: The only hero Amity Park has is a ghost teen. He may, perhaps be affiliated with said hero. But there is nothing to indicate any prior training!
The Batfam and LoA turn up to see the Fenton's during the Pariah Dark incident. Imagine the chaos that would cause. They immediately realise Danny IS Phantom. He looks exactly the same ffs! He's not even wearing a mask! How has Amity Park not clocked this yet! It's like watching Clark. Bruce is internally screaming. He's going to have to deal with Clark 2.0? As his.. Nephew? Ish? Nephew. Damian's cousin. Makes him a nephew. Even if it's through Talia.
Ra's? Entranced. His grandson is so very powerful! Intelligent! Distrusting! Cares about the world around him! Willing to fight beings of great power to keep what he has claimed safe! If he could just gain his trust... Ra's is determined to win him over. Plasmius/Masters? A rival to his grandson? If he eliminates that threat he may win some leeway. Yes, he will take Plasmius out. Wot his son's oh so clever inventions. Help his grandson. Win his affections. It's all coming together.
Bruce in the corner? Really wishes they'd known about this sooner. Why the fuck has no one called the Justice League?!? How is this shot not headline news every where?!? The entire CITY got kidnapped to another dimension!?! He's calling the rest in. JLD need to get over here now! Does.. Does he need to make a JLD youth team? No, no. He will call Raven in. She is sensible, only a few years older, and fully capable of helping his nephew.
Damian? Finds out his cousin saved a species from extinction? Approval given. For that alone. Grandfather is right to be impressed. Damian will offer to help him refine his skills. Help him evade Grandfather. Who has clearly become somewhat obsessed. He will get Drake over. He still deals with frequent kidnapping attempts. He will have valuable information to give.
Imagine that in this universe, Pariah is Trigon’s half brother and since defeat by combat automatically makes someone the next heir to the throne, they technically get force ghost adopted by the previous ruler through the realms power (as well as the crown and ring). Which makes Danny technically ecto bound (ghost version of blood bound) to Pariah and thus, Raven’s new cousin. (Needless to say, Danny is horrified that he is now technically related to Pariah but hey! New cousin!….again.)
I also love how Damian is just so accepting of Danny. You can tell he always put a big emphasis on blood ties and unlike Tim, Danny isn’t destined to be the next batman so Damian sees no threat to his ‘destiny’, just a new blood relative. Plus, this is the point where he has mostly gotten over that anyways and now it’s a free family member. (The adoption addiction is hereditary. Damian just hasn’t figured that out yet).
Also, I’m just imagining a scene where when the bats first come to Amity, they see a scene (before the Pariah incident or maybe directly after it) where maybe Danny jumped out a window with an assassin trying to follow and there’s this intense parkour chase on the roofs (that the bats try to follow) and ends with Danny getting cornered in an alleyway so before anyone can blink he turns around and goes full feral raccoon on the assassin until he manages to knock them out. And then gets up, casually swipes back his tussled hair and walks out of the alleyway. Which happens to be in front of his school. And Ra’s is there, waiting for him and having witnessed the whole thing but Danny just walks past him and silently gives him the middle finger as he walks inside the school.
So this is the bat’s first impression of the other grandchild.
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Summary: As Grace prepares for the start of a new semester, he learns his newest class will include a student who needs a little extra help to succeed.
Author's Notes: Please note author is NOT a teacher so take everything about teaching and accommodation plans with a large grain of salt. author is however low vision and this is based somewhat off my own experiences.
I will also have more notes on the worldbuilding for this fic in the notes on AO3 if anyone is interested!
TW: There is one line where a disabled character's body is called "wrong," and it is said they weren't "born right." This is not said to the character themself and is also not said with malice. That being said, Rocky does accidentally commit mild space ableism
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Who could have foreseen that even travelling light-years away from Earth wouldn’t save Grace from having to submit lesson plans?
Grace was sitting at the desk that was tucked away to the side of his classroom. He didn’t use it often, as he preferred being more engaged with his students than sitting at a desk allowed, especially given the physical barrier that already existed between him and them. But he did need someplace to do paperwork and to sit to rest his joints when the students were doing more independent work.
There was no one in the classroom now. Technically, Grace could have done this work at his house, but he firmly believed in keeping work and living spaces separated if he could help it.
And it became too easy, sometimes, to spend days without leaving his house. So taking a walk down the beach to his classroom in order to do his work was a good solution, and got him some fresh air.
Currently, Grace was halfway through carefully translating one of his lesson plans from English to Eridian, and doing it badly because Eridian notation still felt a little like trying to write music with a pen that weighed half a pound.
Of course, the reasons he needed to submit lesson plans were a little different on Erid than they had been on Earth. Instead of his plans being reviewed to make sure they covered specific topics mandated by the state, they were reviewed to make sure there wasn’t anything in them that would be overly confusing to an Eridian without extra explanation.
He was largely given free reign to teach whatever he wanted. Being a literal alien got him some perks. Namely, having people sign up for his classes, regardless of what he was teaching.
Currently, he was preparing to begin a new ‘semester,’ as it were. Eridian semesters were longer than what he was used to on Earth, being about six Earth-months long. He honestly didn’t mind, since it gave him more time with his students, to get to know them and to go further in depth on topics than he could with his classes on Earth.
He was only teaching four classes the next semester. Two would be Earth culture classes, which were run through the Eridian equivalent of a university, which was really more of a collection of masters of their trade who decided to register as teachers with the local Education Thrum, than a true analogy to human universities. More like a union of teachers than anything else.
From what Grace could gather, the specific university that he technically worked for was the equivalent of what Harvard or Yale are on Earth, which wasn’t exactly surprising if he thought about it. If an alien came to Earth and wanted to teach some classes, he doubted they’d be allowed to teach at a random community college. Every university on the planet would want to get them on its staff.
If Grace had told himself ten years ago that one day he’d be giving lectures at a very prestigious university, he would have thought he was an idiot. No college on Earth would ever hire him after his explosive exit from academia following the UNESCO conference incident.
(Well, if he somehow ended up going back to Earth, every college would probably be tripping over itself to get him to work for them. But that had more to do with the fact that he had discovered alien life and lived for years on a different planet than his actual teaching abilities. He should probably stop thinking about it.)
The classes he was teaching were the foundation for an entirely new area of study: xenoanthropology. Being the only human around for lightyears, Grace was obviously the best choice to handle the main lectures for the course.
The other two classes he would be teaching were for younger students, about the equivalent ages to the kids he taught back on Earth. To be honest, the classes for the younger kids were less like classes and more like an intensive sleep-away science camp.
Since he was stuck in one spot, those who wanted to take his classes had to come to him. This was less of a problem for the university classes he taught, since those students were typically of an age where they could live away from their parents, mostly unsupervised. The pebbles, however, were a different story. It wasn't like the whole family could uproot themselves and travel half way across the world just so one of their pebbles could take a class from a squishy alien.
The solution proposed by the University was a program where the kids could come and live near the biodome in a dormitory provided by the University. There were live-in supervisors to watch the pebbles sleep and make sure they behaved. Several Eridian teachers were also brought into the program to fill in the gaps in the pebbles’ schedules, as Grace would only have each class for a few hours each Earth day.
There were plenty of biology teachers on Erid, of course, so it wasn't strictly necessary for him to be teaching science to these kids. But he liked doing it, and of course, many Eridian parents were eager to sign their children up for whatever the alien decided he wanted to teach.
So eager, in fact, that there was an incredibly long waitlist for his classes. Students who wanted to get into any of his classes had to be screened thoroughly in order to whittle the list down to a manageable class size. Grace had insisted that no one should have to pay for his classes, since he didn’t want the only ones able to access his classes to be those with the money to pay for it. That meant there had to be a different way to pick who he would teach.
Per Grace’s own request, the children of the Eridians who’d worked on his biodome or on manufacturing food for him were given priority. He couldn't do much to truly thank those who’d worked tirelessly to save his life when he’d first arrived, but he could do this.
(It helped that he already knew most of their kids. After it was discovered that he found Eridian pebbles to be absolutely adorable, the scientists, doctors, and engineers involved in his care brought frequently their children to meet him. Grace had purposefully ignored the fact that it had sort of felt like the Eridians had been attempting to provide him with enrichment like he was a zoo animal in danger of going insane.)
But that still left plenty of spots on the class roster unfilled. Grace wasn’t directly involved in the admission process to fill those spots, but he knew the pebble had to have stellar grades in their previous classes to even be considered, and then each wrote an essay about why they wanted to be in the class. Another thing that seemed universal: admission essays and GPAs.
After they were selected, the pebbles had to go through a prep course to prepare them for being taught by a leaky space blob. The first time a pebble had shrieked in terror and cowered away from him had not been a fun experience, and Grace didn’t want a repeat if he could help it. So the prep course became a requirement to prepare the students for what being around an alien would be like. An alien who made strange noises, and was larger than most adult eridians, and who had to consume water regularly. (He was fine with eating alone, but it was impossible to give up drinking in public, if he wanted to stay hydrated.)
A spot in the prep course didn’t guarantee a spot in Grace’s class, and they were also evaluated by the prep course’s teachers for good behavior. Only the brightest students who were willing to put in the work and (mostly) well behaved made it to Grace’s class.
The current semester of classes was finishing up, and the next semester of classes was scheduled to start in about two Earth-weeks, and Grace had just been given the finalized list of students for all his classes. He was also given profiles for each student in his basic biology classes so he could familiarize himself with them before the semester started.
It wasn’t something Grace had requested when he’d started teaching; the Eridians who ran the program had done it for him. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was standard practice or if the Eridians thought he would have trouble telling his students apart without them, and that was why they were doing this. He wasn’t going to complain. It had proven useful in the years since then. Being a little familiar with his students before class began was a luxury he hadn’t gotten on Earth.
Each profile had basic background information on each student- name, age, where they were from, and information on their family, as well as their admission essay. Remarkably, each profile also had a picture of the student attached. Many of the pictures were blurry, but Grace couldn't really complain about that. It was amazing enough that a species with no eyes was able to create cameras in the first place. They certainly had no need of the technology for themselves. It was amazing they would even bother to, just for his benefit, so he wasn’t going to grumble about a few blurry pictures.
Grace was looking forward to reading through the profiles for his new classes later. For now, though, he was stuck translating his lesson plans into chicken-scratch Eridian. It was good practice, at the very least. He hadn’t realized how good he had it, being able to see pen ink and pencil lead. Eridians were stuck with something similar to the wax tablets ancient Romans had used, having to scratch their words into a soft surface with a stylus. It was a little difficult to get the hang of, and even after several years of practice, his Eridian writing was still messier than his English.
It was necessary but somewhat tedious work, so he welcomed the distraction of the sound of the classroom's airlock cycling. Glancing up from his work, he was surprised to see it was Rocky, though perhaps he shouldn’t have been. Very few Eridians were bold enough to let themselves into his biodome without being invited, but Rocky was one of those few. Given how many times he’d told Rocky and Adrian that they were always welcome in his home, he was happy that they had taken that to heart. He simply hadn’t expected a visit from Rocky until later in the day.
“Hey, Rock!” He called out with a smile, finishing his sentence and putting down his stylus, rubbing at his wrist slightly to ease the ache that had been building for the last hour. Rocky offered a wave of one of his claws, but didn’t respond right away. In fact, it wasn’t until Grace had finished putting away his writing and turned to fully pay attention to his friend that he spoke at all.
“Hello, Grace.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to drop by. Any reason for the visit?”
Rocky said nothing, uneasily shifting his weight side-to-side, which made Grace mentally sit up and pay attention. Rocky wasn’t one to hesitate or mince words. Since arriving on Erid, Grace had found that Eridians as a whole had little patience for such things. They were a practical species, and Rocky was definitely not an exception. So this hesitation was strange.
“Rocky?”
“Grace, question,” Rocky said. Grace had gotten used to Eridian tones and inflections during his time on Erid, so he was able to tell that Rocky was unsure.
“Yeah, bud?” He tried to keep his own voice calm, but his mind immediately started spinning, spitting out scenarios that would make the bold, brash Rocky act so unsure and hesitant. Was there something wrong with the biodome? Had the Eridian scientists realized they had been very slowly accidentally poisoning him with the synthesized food? Did Rocky have the Eridian equivalent of cancer?
“Grace finished reading the student profiles, question?“
Oh, okay. Well, he should probably talk with his therapist about his anxiety again, but at least no one was dying.
“I haven’t even started yet. Why? Is there a problem?”
Rocky shook his carapace in a motion similar to a human headshake, something he had picked up from Grace during the long years on their trip back to Erid. “No problem. Rocky has question about 🎶♫⋆♪˚♬. Is a pebble in the new class.”
“Okay, shoot,” Grace said, leaning over to pull the stack of files closer to himself, sorting through them to find to one marked 🎶♫⋆♪˚♬. He found it halfway through the stack and pulled it out.
“Rocky will not shoot Grace with human gun.”
Grace raised an eyebrow at him. “I know that you know that’s just a phrase, and what it really means. You’re stalling. What’s wrong?"
Rocky’s carapace lowered slightly in embarrassment from being caught, but continued. “Pebble is different.”
Grace tilted his head, not responding right away. He tried to parse what Rocky was telling him as he looked over the information included in the profile. (He could read the kid’s essay later.) This file was significantly longer than they usually were. Taking a glance at the picture taped to the front of the slab, Grace saw a small teardrop-shaped pebble with stubby legs. They were a creamy white color, with a single vein of bright yellow crawling across their carapace.
Name: 🎼🎶♫⋆♪˚♬ ｡ ♬♫˚♫♫♪ ｡ ♪˚🎶♬˚♫ ｡ 🎶♬˚ (English translation: Quiet Contemplation, First-hatched of first clutch of DeepCavern mate-cluster, of Greater Northern Thermal Vent Hive, secondary grade mathematics student)
Guardians: DeepCavern mate-cluster of the Greater Northern Thermal Vent Hive
Academic Record:
Primary schooling: Received good marks across the board in all subjects besides physical education, which was waived in agreement between their doctors and teachers.
Secondary schooling: Heavy focus on mathematics and physics, but also shows interest in genetics. Quiet Contemplation shows proficiency in math and physics, has good marks in all areas, and shows extreme interest in joining Savior Grace’s class. Due to previous difficulties in a normal classroom environment, Quiet Contemplation’s primary and secondary education has been by private teachers. Has little to no experience in public school settings.
Tertiary Schooling: N/A
Family History:
DeepCavern mate-cluster has four members, though only three live in the same household as Quiet Contemplation. All members are historian-recordkeepers by trade, though one member is currently not working in order to watch the cluster’s pebbles.
Quiet Contemplation is the First-hatched of a clutch of three. Clutchmates did not apply to the program and currently remain in the Northern Thermal Vent Hive. Last-hatched has started training to become a historian-recordkeeper. Middle-hatched is undecided, but shows interest in studying to become a priest of the Five Tones religion.
DeepCavern mate-cluster has another clutch of three pebbles, only eleven Earth-years old, not yet in school.
Medical History:
Quiet Contemplation hatched with♮🎵♪. Most severe symptoms experienced are extreme hearing difficulty, trouble with coordination, and occasional difficulty speaking, and stunted growth.
Compensation devices required for day-to-day activities and school work.
In the bottom tenth percentile in terms of weight. Roughhousing is extremely ill-advised due to size differences with age-peers.
Additional Notes:
Quiet Contemplation comes personally recommended by a member of their local Education Thrum.
NOTE: Guardians have requested a meeting with Savior Grace before the start of term.
Okay, he thinks he sees where Rocky is going with this. He doesn‘t know the exact translation of ♮🎵♪🎵, but he thinks he understands.
But, he still wanted to make sure. “Okay. Can you define ‘different’ in this context, please?”
Rocky shifted side to side again, still exuding a nervous energy. “Pebble not hatch right. Body is wrong. Normal eridian has small small small holes on carapace to catch sounds. Called Auricles.” Grace nodded to show he remembered. He was well acquainted with Eridian biology by now. He found the topic fascinating, and he’d had plenty of time to study Rocky’s biology on their trip to Erid.
Rocky continued. “Pebble has condition called♮🎵♪🎵. Makes carapace too smooth, can not sense vibrations very well. Causes♮♪♪♪.”
“So they’re disabled? The Eridian version of being blind? Or deaf? Both?”
Rock clicks at him curiously. “Rocky does not know this word.”
Grace goes over what he said. He's fairly sure Rocky knows what being deaf is, but since his species doesn't have eyes, blindness wouldn't have come up in conversation unless Grace mentioned it, and he couldn’t recall ever doing so. “Blind? If a human is blind, it means they can’t see. Their eyes don’t work properly, or they don’t have eyes at all. They might have been born that way or it might be caused by injury or illness.”
“Oh.” After taking a moment to consider this, Rocky said, “Yes, it is like both. Hard to sense things and navigate environment.”
Grace mentally files “♮♪♪♪” away as the Eridian word for deaf-blind, and takes a second to pull the small computer he kept in his classroom out of his desk to add the word to the translation software. With that in mind, he was able to translate Rocky’s next statement as-
“Quiet Contemplation is partially deaf-blind.”
Grave sits back, taking a moment to absorb this information. Rocky didn’t fill the silence. He waited patiently, which was new.
Grace had taught kids with all kinds of needs back on Earth, IEPs, 504 plans, the whole alphabet soup. This wasn’t the same: the child had a disability that Grace himself couldn’t even begin to comprehend, as he had no reference point. Still, he was sure he could make it work. He just wasn’t sure what he was missing; Rocky was acting too shifty for that to be all there was to it.
“Okay,” Grace said. “What’s with all the concern?”
There’s another pause before Rocky makes a soft, uncertain chord. “Uncertain if Grace would accept pebble into class.”
Grace frowned. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Unknown human culture norms.”
Grace rubbed a hand over his face. That was understandable, but it still made a disappointment curl in his stomach. He knew some humans would have no trouble dismissing the pebble from their class, simply for convenience’s sake. He didn't know what all this entailed yet, but he could tell it wouldn’t be easy to adjust. Some people wouldn’t care to make the effort.
Rocky and the other Eridians weren't oblivious to the more horrid side of humanity. Grace had told them about different forms of discrimination, while making it clear that he disagreed with those viewpoints. He hadn’t really wanted to. Sullying the Eridians’ view of humanity was not high on his priority list. But he wasn't going to lie, either.
“Rocky, if the kid qualifies, there's absolutely no reason they shouldn’t be here.”
“Quiet Contemplation qualifies,” Rocky said immediately, with emphasis. “Smart smart smart pebble.”
Something in the repetition made Grace smile despite himself. He knew Rocky wouldn’t say it unless it was true, but his insistence was a little cute. “Well, that’s a glowing recommendation. Do you know them?”
“No, Rocky has never met. Education Thrum tell Rocky, Rocky tell Grace. Traditional school was too difficult. Instructions got lost, pebble got overwhelmed. Pebble’s guardians arrange…” He trailed off. “Need English word.”
“Sure, a word for what?” After so long living together, Grace was often surprised at how often they still stumbled across new words.
“Guardians get teachers to come to the cluster’s creche, teach pebble there.”
“Homeschooling,” Grace suggested. “Or being tutored.”
“Second one. Yes. We call 🎶🎵” Grace dutifully added the word to the dictionary.
“Quiet Contemplation was such an exceptional student in primary education that when pebble moved to secondary, one of the members of hive’s Education Thrum decided to tutor Quiet Contemplation personally. Thrum Member recommended pebble for Grace’s class. Pebble took the prep class with three others from hive. Handled that much better than the regular classes taken in the past. Probably combination of less age-peers in the class and better self-regulation due to being older than before. Quiet Contemplation was actually the only one selected for Grace’s class from hive.”
Grace let out a low, impressed whistle.
On Erid, education was generally split into three groups: primary, secondary, and tertiary. Primary education covered a little bit of everything, so everyone would have a basic knowledge of the important topics, but mostly it was focused on improving a pebble's memory recall, motor skills, and interpersonal skills.
As they moved into secondary education- which only happened once their teachers decided they were ready. There were no strict year groups here- classes started to become more about teaching pebbles how to problem solve and think critically. This was also about the time when pebbles would start to narrow down what they were interested in. Not to anything specific, but general subjects, such as focusing on STEM, or the arts, or the Eridian equivalent of humanities. The pebbles in Grace’s science classes were all secondary students with a STEM focus.
Tertiary education was reminiscent of studying abroad at college, doing an apprenticeship, and taking a gap year, all at once. It was when Eridians were expected to become more independent from their cluster, decide what career they wanted to go into, and start learning from and networking with the masters of their chosen trade. The Eridians in his Earth culture classes were mostly tertiary students.
To be good enough that your local Education Thrum took notice of you was exceptional. For a pebble to stand out from the crowd in a specific subject while still in primary education was impressive, especially given they’d been tutored at home. Very impressive.
Grace told Rocky as much. “Of course I’d be happy to have them in the classroom.”
“Good, good, good!” Rocky chattered, doing enthusiastic jazz hands. Grace couldn’t resist smiling broadly at the excited Eridian and returning his gesture.
“Okay. Start from the beginning,” he said. “Tell me everything I need to know.”
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Imagine~☆ Grandma Fenton. Young, hot, built like a tank.
She meets a SUAVE and well muscled man of mystery. With a CAPE! Fabulous facial hair. There are ninjas. She was hunting the Supernatural. Very, very badly.
But still! That Fenton STRENGTH. That smile! That "just back handed an assassin through a wall"! Mystery man is... intrigued ™.
They do unspeakable things to each other hot young nuible bodies against every surface they can find. There are explosions and sword fights. She has a BLAST! It was a great trip.
Prooooobably should have gotten more then his name though!
Maybe used protection!
WHOOPS ™!
Ah well, she always DID want kids! A jack is a wonderful kiddo! Strong as an ox! Bit obsessive, but what Fenton ISNT?
She goes about her merry way. Things to do! Monsters to HUNT! Crocodiles to WRESTLE! Feeling like... she's... forgetting? Something? But what could it BE?
It's only after YEARS, as she's retired, down a leg (damn Sasquatch) and two fingers, that she squints at some hoity toity shin-dig on the TV... and... huh.....
You know? That lil Wayne kid reminds her of someone. It's... it's on the tip of her to- OH FUCK! *slams down the morning paper* she forgot to tell her sprogs DAD!
Shit! He didn't know he got her preggers!!!
Which? Is how Ra's AL Ghul? Get a VERY sheepish call from that lion of a woman he had... relations *unholy smirk that makes SO MANY people around him uncomfortable* with, informing him? He not ONLY has a son.
But a grandson and granddaughter.
Neither fit to inherent, obviously. But his blood has run true. His son married the most powerful woman he could locate. Because studying the borders between life and death. And can snap lesser men in half like a twig. Grandchildren? Much of the same.
So obviously, he shall become... Supportive. A loving grandfather.
Why? Because he has no standards for them! They are but a pleasant suprise. The bloodline MIGHT be useful. Eventually. But for now? Charm champaign.
Danny doesn't trust it even one tiny bit. Guy reeks of rancid ecto. Feels as smarmy as Vlad. Hmm, nope. Do not trust. Jazz, Jazz stop! Jazz, no! Even if he IS our gramps! We do NOT trust fruitloops remember! He is CLEARLY a fruitloop! He even has the same HAIRSTYLE as Vlad! You can't do this to him!
Thos results in danny being the favourite grandchild
Because jazz? She's kind trusting enough to at least get to know him and psychoanalysis him danny tho
When he introduced himself took a look at him raked his eyes up and down his person took a sniff of the air and immediately did the human version of raising his hackles hissed at him and shouted "FUCK NOPE NOT ANOTHER FRUITLOOP" before without hesitation jumping out a window and bolting off
Now call ra's old fashioned but when someone has that reaction to you that means something has happed before and ra's is a sucker for a good mystery
Hm so that is where Danny got his taste for women that could kill him. Also Danny’s rejection of Ras making him the favorite is hysterical. Oh and Danny disappearing and repeatedly loosing the Ninjas Ras has tail to him only increases the old man’s interest. Yes this blood line may have more potential then he initially thought.
Damian is going to get a very confusing visit from his Mother. Talia? Not best pleased to learn that she has a younger brother. Who has two children. Damian's cousin is even Ra's new favourite. Damian! Go meet your new found cousin. Impress your Grandfather. Win back his favour!
Damian: He is entirely civilian?
Talia: Yes.
Damian: He has managed to impress and intrigue Grandfather?
Talia: Yes.
Damian:... Interesting. Father! We need to go ensure their safety from Grandfather!
Tim:... yeah... Poor kid. He impressed Ra's. That's never a good thing.
Dick: And.. We are entirely sure they are civilians? Like, actually sure?
Talia: Father did not know of their existence until two months past. His... Dalliance with a civilian woman led to a child. She apparently forgot to inform Father.
Bruce:... How did the civilian grandson impress Ra's?
Talia: He distrusted Father on sight. Refused to spend time alone with him. Refuses to allow any member of his family to spend time alone with him. Frequently checks the house for bugs. Checks the perimeter. Had managed to slip surveillance no less than 25 times in the first two weeks. He is also a skilled inventor and managed to rally the local teens into a surprisingly efficient militia to fight off an extra dimensional threat that subdued their parents.
Bruce:... Talia. That, is not usual for a civilian teen.
Talia: The only hero Amity Park has is a ghost teen. He may, perhaps be affiliated with said hero. But there is nothing to indicate any prior training!
The Batfam and LoA turn up to see the Fenton's during the Pariah Dark incident. Imagine the chaos that would cause. They immediately realise Danny IS Phantom. He looks exactly the same ffs! He's not even wearing a mask! How has Amity Park not clocked this yet! It's like watching Clark. Bruce is internally screaming. He's going to have to deal with Clark 2.0? As his.. Nephew? Ish? Nephew. Damian's cousin. Makes him a nephew. Even if it's through Talia.
Ra's? Entranced. His grandson is so very powerful! Intelligent! Distrusting! Cares about the world around him! Willing to fight beings of great power to keep what he has claimed safe! If he could just gain his trust... Ra's is determined to win him over. Plasmius/Masters? A rival to his grandson? If he eliminates that threat he may win some leeway. Yes, he will take Plasmius out. Wot his son's oh so clever inventions. Help his grandson. Win his affections. It's all coming together.
Bruce in the corner? Really wishes they'd known about this sooner. Why the fuck has no one called the Justice League?!? How is this shot not headline news every where?!? The entire CITY got kidnapped to another dimension!?! He's calling the rest in. JLD need to get over here now! Does.. Does he need to make a JLD youth team? No, no. He will call Raven in. She is sensible, only a few years older, and fully capable of helping his nephew.
Damian? Finds out his cousin saved a species from extinction? Approval given. For that alone. Grandfather is right to be impressed. Damian will offer to help him refine his skills. Help him evade Grandfather. Who has clearly become somewhat obsessed. He will get Drake over. He still deals with frequent kidnapping attempts. He will have valuable information to give.
I feel like hearing Tim’s perspective would be interesting. Just the way he said impressing Ras in a previous post makes me feel like he is having PTSD flashbacks when he heard about Damian’s cousin, and honestly I think he would be more invested in trying to Help Danny because of it.
Tim having flashbacks to being called "Young Detective" . He is immediately invested in helping the poor bastard survive Ra's. He's already suspicious of him, which is a great sign. So yes, Tim is running over there pronto to help him out. Then meets a teen with Superman level powers and a mind not any worse than his. Oh dear, Ra's is never going to stop hassling him. Tim definitely needs to teach him how to cope with Ra's. Only to find out Danny has a second creepy old guy. Already had experienced this. Well, suddenly Tim feels better about how many rogues are fond of him in their own way. Since Danny also had that problem. Wow, is this what it looks like from the outside? No wonder everyone thinks he is a bad day from going full super villain.
Vlad is so very jealous of Ra being brought right into the family as the mysterious grandfather. He 100% does not trust him and knows there is something up with him. Come on he has connections to the underworld you do not use that name lightly. He and Danny are on the same side of do not trust and want to keep him away from the family.
It manages to kick start the redemption arch for Vlad as he gets a twisted mirror version of himself trying to integrate into the family and steal away the favour of Danny. It does not work as Danny has been previous innoculated against crazy guys and Jazz is he mothers child and ready to cut deep with words. Instead it suddenly start to help Vlad, Jazz, and Danny to get along as they plot against Grandpa Ra. Jack is so happy his children and Vlad are getting along so great!
[Simon, as he's exploring, notices something strange within the blood he swims about in.]
[It looks to be a feather. why would a feather be down here?..]
- @rose-the-convict
{Hey, I'd like for this to be how the adopted Rose meets this Simon if that's okay with you, mod!!}
The Convict picks up the feather and tilts his head at it curiously. He hasn’t even seen a bird before, so how the hell would a feather end up all the way down here? Odd…
He looks around, finding himself slightly paranoid.
-a few moments later, the face of another little girl who appears the same age as Elli pokes up from within Anti's hair- ('Hello! Am-Jubilee!!' She gurgles happily)
('Mama-drop-Jubilee!' She squeaks angrily) -a grumpy pout on her chubby little face as she tattles, then a delighted smile replaces her frown- ('then-Papa-make-Jubilee-fly!' Jubilee trills excitedly)
-Jubilee nods vigorously as she half crawls half climbs our of Anti's hair and into his hand- ('Don't-think-Papa-knew-Jubilee-was-there.' Jubilee warbles out an explanation. 'Mama-dropped-Jubilee-and-spooked-Papa, then-Jubilee-was-in-the-air')
-Jubilee looks at Simon in curiosity for a few moments while she lays in Anti's hand, then she pushes herself up to her hands and knees and starts crawling towards him- ('how-many-Simon-are-there?' She chirps, sounding confused)
-Jubilee nods in agreement- ('More-and-more-not-Mama's-every-day!' She whistles brightly) -as she reaches Simon and begins struggling to climb up onto his lap-
('Goodnight-second-Simon-not-mama' Jubilee warbles softly) -as she hugs Elli and closes her eyes-
-without waking up, Elli unravels a few loops of her tail from Simon's arm, leaving just a couple around his wrist. While still asleep, she coils her tail around herself and Jubilee, re-entering her impersonation of a bundle of spaghetti-
Ooc: Jubilee has only met one of the other Simons so far, so this Simon gets the honor of being 'not mama Simon number 2'
-a couple hours later, Elli and Jubilee wake up. Seeing that everyone but Rift is still asleep and feeling bored, they work together to get down without waking Simon, Anti or Rose, then make their way over to Rift-
('Auntie-Rift?' Elli cheeps softly)
-Rift looks down at the pair of little girls with a soft smile- Yes little ones?
-Rift nods warmly- Of course, just let me leave a message for the others first, okay? (She agrees calmly) -and reaches up to remove a grey-green crystal from her hair, feeding her mana into it for a few moments before setting it down next to Claire. She then gently scoops up the two baby girls and makes her way out into the blood ocean, being incredibly careful to keep the girls from touching the blood-
@rose-the-convict
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