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I received a call from the bank, but it seems it wasn't from them after all.

I'm going to the bank tomorrow; I hope to get everything back.

I hope to recover everything… but honestly, I think I'll only get some of it back.

Does anyone know how to get extra money?…

Resolution… I'll have to pay transaction fees (almost half a week's salary).

The rest is in dispute, and I won't know for another two weeks whether I'll get the money back or if I'll have to pay it to my credit card company.

I'll start looking for ways to raise money, thinking the worst, because it will give me about a month to pay the disputed amount if I don't get it back and have to pay it myself.

(Unfortunately, selling my blood or plasma won't be an option. I've been trying to donate blood for years, and doctors have refused it for various reasons, so no selling plasma or blood.)

The good thing is that I already have one, because I got confused at the time, so I just finished setting it up…

So I'm sharing it in case anyone wants to help me with money for a coffee…

And if you can't, please share this post so it reaches those who can.

Meanwhile, I'm planning a raffle for a vinyl record player I own… but even if I sell all the tickets, I'll only raise a portion of the money.

Damian, age 17, got caught stealing the Batmobile. Normally when the kids steal the Batmobile they aren't caught, so Bruce doesn't care, but when they are caught, they have a punishment.

Damian's punishment is that he has to sighn up for a civilian activity and stick to that activity for a month.

Damian chooses to take vegetarian cooking class, since it looks the most useful in the long run, in case he ever goes under cover and needs to cook for himself.

At this cooking class he meets Danny, also 17, and his seat mate. Danny is taking the class because, while hes not vegetarian, he goes through phases where he doesn't like meat, and wanted to have some more vegetarian dishes under his belt.

Danny was weirdly friendly, considering it was Gotham, so Damian thought he would have hated Danny, but Danny ended up being really nice, and nonjudgmental.

By the end of the month, Bruce lifts the punishment and says he can quit the class- except that Damian doesn't want to. So he steals the Batmobile again, purposefully getting caught.

Bruce just kinda stares at Damian, his face looking so tired as he says: "If you wanted to keep going to class, you just had to say so."

Tim, who has been hiding a sleeping 'vampire' in his room for two weeks: Wow! Why do you think it was me?

Bruce: Jason won't take my money, Dick avoids anything funeral related, Damian told me Talia already has his funeral arrangements planned and "none of the ilk he kills deserves coffins"-

Tim: Yikes.

Bruce: I know. Steph is convinced shes either never going to die or shes going to die fighting God, not sure what that means but she scares me, and Barbra and Duke are my good children who I pretend I never have to worry about in regards to things like these.

Tim: What about Cass?

Bruce: If Cass needed a coffin, she'd either come out and ask me, or I would never know about it. Meaning, it has to be you.

Tim: Touche.

Bruce: Timothy what is the coffin for?!

Tim: Okay jeez. If you must know, I thought sleeping in a small enclosed space would help with my sleep schedule.

Bruce: Why not just ask for a bunk bed, or use the closet or wardrobe?

Tim: Its was 3 am! Give me a break!

It then becomes a Thing, because of course all the other bats simply must try it (for science, obviously, and also because they wanted it to suck so that they could make fun of Bruce for it with receipts. but they were disappointed when it was, in fact, extremely comfortable [the outlier here is Jason, who has coffin trauma and will not be counted]).

So begins the trend of bats napping in coffins like vampires. If it ever gets out to the public — which of course it eventually will — the entire superhero community is going to lose their minds.

Their sleep coffins of course are in their rooms/homes and significantly more personalized but the napcoffins are all up for grabs for anyone (with the exception of Jason who didn't want to be left out and so got a wicker casket that everyone calls the napbasket) and you only know if their occupied if it's closed

And then eventually find a small dark room in the darkest and most secluded part of the Cave, turning on a Flashlight only to see a room full of Coffins, each with the Emblem of one of the Bats.

At first they feel very guilty, because this is obviously Coffins that Batman prepared for the day when one of them dies, and its in the most hidden part of the cave because he hopes it will never be needed. This feels like a violation of privacy. They really should leave before somebody finds them-

One of the Coffin Lids begins to creak open.

They freeze in Terror, and point their Flashlight to the Coffin in the Center, which is slowly opening.

Out of it, rises Batman. In Full Costume. Yawning.

On another note, imagine a Vampire King Dick getting into this world, but is captured? And when they ask what made him go evil, he says it's because he's a vampire.

And the superheroes are giving him the eyebrow because, "That's a harmful stereotype. Our Bats and Birds are all Vampires, except Red Hood who died before he could be turned and came back a Revenant and the youngest Robin who is half Demon Dhampir. And Cardinal's boyfriend, the Banshee Ghost by the name of Phantom. But he's still on the fence about joining the Gotham Vigilantes, so he probably doesn't count?"

And Vampire Dick is actually so fucking confused. Cause he knows that technically all possibilities are possible in the mulitverse. He also knows about the old rumors of them being Vampires, especially Bruce. But his Bruce didn't have fangs or sleep in a coffins. Though, they can all walk in sunlight? But they are covered, head to toe, in a way none of his family ever did. Even Spoiler is wearing a helmet that lets her hair out the back! Only one not covered is Damian. WTF is this world?

Now the coffin vs casket thing is a good point. I think that when they started ordering their coffins they experimented a lot with shape, material, and whether they wanted a full lid or hinges. I think they fight over which is comfier, casket or coffin.

The napcoffin part of the cave is called the Bat Mausoleum and the caskets there are formed to their suits so they can have comfy power naps without needing to put away their gear. Caskets are used there because of the hinges make exit quicker and theres greater space for customized padding for when suits change. The half lids are useful if they need to monitor alerts to results of tests but are usually closed.

Upstairs theres more coffins in the family napping den, unpersonalized bc again its a everyone's space kind of thing. The loose lid is nice if you wanna peak out one way or another and a lid slightly crooked lets others know you're okay with being woken up. Whether they have a coffin or casket in their bedroom is up to them, that's their personal preferences and specs so it doesn't matter to anyone else.

Vampire King Dick escapes the Watchtower to get to the Bat Cave. Follows the smell of blood he recognizes but also notices a new zing to. Sees the Bat Mausoleum deep in the cave system. Goes to bite Jason, who was alone down there in his open wicker casket.

But the whole Bat Family has gained more Ghost like behavior, especially since they found out that it helped Jason's Core. So Jason just thinks his brother wants to play. Laughing between snarls, baring teeth that become a row of fangs, tossing Dick around and asking why his brother was holding back.

This man is going to be so insecure.

Hold on now, hear me out, I get that it’s been done before (but really, can you have too much of a good thing? In fanfics?) but just… give me a second to get to the point of this prompt.

Danny is Bruce’s clone. He wasn’t created to kill Bruce or take over his life or because of Batman or what-have-you, but simply because his creator thought Bruce was pretty. Not in an “I want to get him in my bed” pretty, but an “I want to display him in my house” pretty. Danny’s creator took one look at Brucie Wayne, just before adopting Dick Grayson, and went “he would look lovely in my front room.” They’d intended to create a child with Bruce, but every attempt failed. So, they took drastic measures instead, and, just as rumors of The Batman and Robin Dynamic Duo began being verified as truth, a baby was taken from a cloning pod.

The baby was an ugly little thing, so the creator was very hands off and awaiting the day they could begin grooming the boy into the perfect little centerpiece.

Somehow, in some way, the Fenton’s get ahold of Danny. Which really just ruined the creator’s whole side project, but if mind-controlling was on the table, then mind-wiping was surely available. Now, if only they could find their pretty vase, wherever he might be…

Oh. There he is. And just as pretty as they were imagining.

Meanwhile, Danny is getting creeped out by this person who randomly shows up one day and starts staring at him. Just what he needed, another Fruitloop. Well, might as well ignore them like he does all his other problems.

Hold on, he’s adopted? And shares DNA with who again?? That means Bruce Wayne is his bio-dad, right?

So Danny goes to meet his bio-dad, just to say he has… and the creepy person just. Follows. Everywhere Danny looks, he seems to be meeting that stranger’s eyes again. And it’s like, kinda weird? Like, moreso than being followed by a creepy person is weird - there seem to be various non-lethal traps trying to cage him but they’re, like, stupidly easy to escape. It’s like whoever is trying to capture him is unaware of Danny being Phantom, but who in the world wants to capture just Danny Fenton? He’s 15, average, boring, and broke af, so like? What would even be the point of capturing normal human Danny?

Danny goes to meet Bruce and, just as they lock eyes and Bruce has a moment of “holy shit that kid couldn’t look more like a child me if he tried, who the hell did I knock up 15 years ago” and Danny is like “yep, that’s obviously my dad”, someone comes up from behind Danny and knocks him out with drugs.

They’re in a public place. Neither Bruce nor Danny can reveal themselves. Danny is forced to inhale the chloroform-or-whatever-drug-of-your-choosing, is knocked out, and then taken to another location where he wakes up with a pretty new collar, that blocks Danny’s access to his ghost half, and the creep staring at him waking up.

Imu should be used to Rocks' insolence and lack of fear by now, but clearly he's forgotten about just how cocky Rocks is.

Rocks knows he can take Imu.

Dick: ..he never once told me he loved me, when i was robin, you know!

Jason: pft, you’re not alone. hell, he probably doesn’t even say it to the brat.

Damian, sketching: i beg to differ. he tells me every night.

Jason: wow. shows the favouritism. let me guess, he tucks you in too?

Damian, closing his sketchbook, a bit irritated: yes, actually. and i adore it. don’t speak to me like that as if father had not done it to you, as well. i’m no favourite.

Dick: whoa, chill, baby bat. we’re just teasing! it’s just shocking that bruce told you those words so early, but not to us.

Damian, getting up to leave: his words may be unheard, but did you even consider looking back at his actions? or consider the fact that father accepted his role as a guardian, but not a parent, not yet at least. because he knew you were mourning. and he did not want to suddenly replace that kind of solace, he wanted you to mourn, to salvage the lost— just until you were ready to accept him as another.

Dick: ....

Jason: ..

Damian: he had told those words to cain after acknowledging him just after months. thomas had told father it was okay, because he sees father as family. you lot, have you even considered he was waiting for you as well?

Dick: ...that doesn’t mean he had to stretch it for so long!

Damian: ...Christ, you were ten, grayson! ten! father knew if he told you those, it’ll pressure you. you were a child who had witnessed the death of your parents, and he was no fool to just suddenly barge in, and replace them! have some common sense, you buffoon.

Jason, annoyed: he wasn’t replacing anyo—

Damian, lightly chuckles: right. let’s act as if you didn’t search for your biological mother. who are you even kidding, todd? you accepted bruce as anything, but a parent. you went far and beyond just for someone who had already abandoned you, and for what? nothing. at the end, he still helped you. dooming your death, and taking all the blame of a problem you caused to start.

Dick, angry: now that’s too far, dami—

Damian, scoffs: and you think making a fool of father is not? you act as if the man had not willingly raised you. he loved you with all his being, and you’re here down casting his efforts. because what? he didn’t tell you he loved you? he yelled at you? used actions, but not words? God! you all are piece of shits with no brains. i will not tolerate my father getting badmouthed infront of me.

A midnight prompt that came to mind before going to bed (Not that I have a lot of time left to sleep).

Dick learned a lot whole living with Bruce, one of those things was how much of an advantage being underestimated gave you. Bruce might like to use his dumb mask to separate Batman from Bruce, but Dick preferred to play up the dumb and naive thing as Nightwing. Bruce was good at seeing the logistics of a case, the mechanics, but Dick like to resolve things by figuring out the social aspects, intend, desire.

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Dick hadn't realised just how strained his act had gotten since Phantom just. would. not. open. up! They were trying to help goddammit! He was going to tear his hair out in frustration at this point.

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Random off-shoot of the idea that I had, America in the Kn8 universe having accidentally trained kaijus.

Specifically Louisiana and Florida. And I don't mean that they have an army by accident I mean that they accidentally conditioned a local kaiju.

I was thinking there was a kaiju gater that was about the same size as the one from South of Midnight the game, maybe even bigger. Its name changes depending on where its found, but they all more or less devolve into "Old Snappy." She's rather chill and the locals just do their best to stay out of her way. Once a month in different locations she crops up and the locals in that area throw a festival celebrating her arrival. I like to think that they use her as an excuse to get rid of a lot of local invasive species as "sacrifice" and the gater is so used to this by now that its just tradition. She's got a whole swim route that takes her from the florida shorelines to about most of the down the coast of mexico, maybe even south america if fish is sparse, but at some point she comes back up and takes a nap in the Louisiana Swamps for a few monthes during the winter.

There is definitely a cult dedicated to the Gater. And merch.

At one point the gater started to get violent and everyone started worrying that the government was going to put her down. The cult reached out to Japan because they had heard rumors of a "trained" kaiju over there as well and asked if it was possible for them to borrow Kafka and see if there was anything he could do to save Snappy before either side did anything stupid. Kafka gets there and finds out that Snappy just had a really bad toothache from a part of a whale skelton being lodged in her teeth.

We doon't have large reptiles that could do this but I have another idea that works I guess xD. It would be great if Corporal Wojtek was actually a kaiju bear and is still serving in Polish ranks, eating cigarettes and drinking beer (it's a real story btw look it up). Maybe he got to the rank of platoon leader. Imagine entering the Polish Defence Force and you get assigned and your platoon leader is a kaiju bear. There is most likely a human handler but this just happening is pure delight to me.

Okay, but CORPORAL WOJTEK BEING A SECRET KAIJU LIKE BAKKO THO. But hes like an weirdly hyper-intelligent one that not only understands human speech but strategy. They taught the bear to play chess and it spirals into the bear becoming a LEGITIMATE COMMANDER.

HE LITERALLY BECOMES THE BEARINGTON THE NOBLE ROGUE D&D CHARACTER.

And it gets even better when they make him a sort of defense force suit/vest to put on him so they can give HIM A FUCKING SPECIALIZED WEAPON. They just have a bear now that not only commands a actual platoon with genuine efficiency, wears a suit and wields fucking shoulder rockets or machine guns into battle, and has moments where he argues with his second in command over his overconsumtion of cigarettes.