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Dick enters Tim's room to find Superboy posters and Tim wearing a sweater with the Superboy symbol on it and Dick just can't take it anymore, since when did his little brother stop having Nightwing posters in his room? when did he stop wearing Nightwing sweaters?!

Damian tells Bruce he wants to visit a zoo and Bruce with his billionaire CEO and Justice League member agenda just can't, Bruce suggests that Tim accompany Damian and before he can say anything Tim speaks quickly to say that he has a date with Kon and cannot accompany Damian, Damian clearly didn't want Drake to accompany him and was going to say no but why was Drake saying no?!

Damian: I was gonna say no, but why are you saying no?!!!?!!?!?!?

Duke and Steph wanting Tim to accompany them to the BatBurger to find out the surprise that Tim would be staying all week at the Kent's farm.

Jason wants the little replacement to help him hack Barbara because she has a video of him falling into his own ass and wants him to help her delete it. Just when he reaches Tim's room he realizes that he is very comfortable in the arms of the Kryptonian clone, Jason does not hesitate to take out all the Kryptonite he has and threaten the poor boy.

I JUST NEED A FANFIC THAT IS LIKE THIS PLEASE RECOMMENDATIONS!!!

SO, we all know the Ghost Baby Headcanon by now right? The idea that Danny is literally a Toddler by Ghost Standards, but because of how powerful he is everybody else believes that he is an Ancient or a God who is hogging the Mortal World to himself.

But what about his friends?

They were right there when the Portal opened. No Hazmat Suits, no Cover, no Protection from the Dimension of Pure Energy that had just been opened right in front of them.

That has to have some kind of Side Effects!

And actually, we do know of a Character who was just standing in front of a Portal when it opened and still got affected by it. Vlad.

While Danny was turned into a Halfa instantly, his friends would be more similar to Vlad in that they are slow to transform.

It takes weeks, but eventually they become mini-halfas themselves. Except they didn't have an entire Dimension of energy pushed into them upon fully forming, so their Ecto-Signatures actually feel like the babies they are supposed to be.

So imagine this from the Ghosts perspective.

They meet this guy called Phantom, a Halfa who is Extremely Powerful, but nobody has seen him in centuries. He was known as a very powerful Protector Spirit for millennia, randomly showing up across history, but always helping others. And then he just vanished one day, not seen again for centuries.

Until recently, when he showed in the Mortal World, stopping any other Ghost from fulfilling their Obsessions with Humans. And by his side are 2 smaller Halfa's that feel like they must have barely formed. You can see where this is going.

They think Sam and Tucker are Danny's children.

It makes sense! A Powerful Ancient, known for protecting people, suddenly disappears for centuries and then shows up again with 2 baby Halfa's in tow? That sounds like a Protector Spirit who lost his will to fight, decided to settled down in the Mortal Realm, and then found out that 2 baby Halfa's were formed when a Portal was opened!

He isn't selfishly holding the Mortal Realm to himself! He's protecting the Fledgling Haunt of his 2 Babies! They must still have living Family, that's why he is so adamant that they don't hurt the Civilains in their battles!

Now they just feel like assholes for attacking the Baby's dad when he was just trying to protect their stuff.

Jason: Take one.

Duke: What?

Jason: Take it home. I do it all the time. They have plenty, trust me.

Bruce, entering: Plenty of what?

Jason: Plenty of fish sticks in the cafeteria. He was asking if they're out.

Bruce: If they're all out, I'll tell you they're all out, alright?

Bruce: *leaves*

Duke: Jason, I'm not gonna steal from the company.

Jason: If you came over to my safehouse, you'd see my whole setup is Wayne Enterprises stuff. The electronics, the furniture, the salt and pepper shakers.

Duke: Are you serious?

Jason: Steph, do you ever take stuff home from here?

Stephanie: I take the gala champagne glasses home. Give 'em away as gifts. It's a perk.

Jason: It's like a monthly bonus.

Duke: It's stealing! Tim wouldn't do it.

Tim: Do what?

Duke: Take Wayne Enterprises stuff home.

Danny is a homeless kid in Gotham. He lives in Red Hoods' territory. His nickname is Numbers. A couple of kids learned he was good with numbers and quizzed him, and he got them all correct, hence Numbers. Danny loves living in Gotham, well as much as a 15-year-old homeless kid whose parents hate his existence can.

Danny is one of the kids who, when they find out info about people going against Red Hoods' rules, will report them to him. Tonight is one of those nights. Danny had learned someone sold drugs to a kid in the Alley. Danny made sure to retrieve the drugs from the kid, Stiches, and made sure the kids' friend, Patches, looked after him. cause even if Stitches wasn't able to take the drugs before Danny stepped in, the psychological damage of almost relapsing is tough, especially for a kid that couldn't be older than 12.

So Danny is on the lookout for Hood when he sees a group of people on top of a building, one of them being Batman. Danny knows that while not published Hood is connected to the Bat.

Danny scales the building and sees that its the Justice League and Batman.

Danny turns to the JL

Danny: do you have permission to be in Gotham?

Without giving them time to answer he turns to Batman

Danny: Did you give them permission? Or do you need help getting the Just Losers outta here?

Green Lantern (Hal): wha? huh, Kid?

Batman cracks a barely there smile, unnoticed by everyone, at the JL being called Just Losers.

Batman: they are allowed. Now kid what do you need?

Danny: I have info for Hood and I know you bats are all connected.

Batman gets Hood on coms.

Hood: *in Bruce's ear, but still heard by Danny* what do you want old man I'm busy.

Batman: hn a kid is here asking for you.

Danny: tell him it's Numbers

Hood: oh shit what's he got for me this time.

Danny: *tells Bats the situation* should I give the drugs to Batman?

JL in the background horrified to learn so much about Gothams' underground. (like this shit doesn't occur in their cities too)

Batman: yes I will make sure they get back to Hood so he can test and deal with them.

Danny: Cool cool

Danny does a drug deal with Batman.

Danny: so why are the Just Losers here?

Danny dislikes the JL, they never helped Amity. Dannys has gotten better with the bats thanks to Hood.

Truly despairing. The lack of empathy. The self-interest of patriarchy.

Hi kids, it's your favorite storytelling chicken, and my Furnace has decided to die. It also decided to take the A/C unit out with it.

This is both very expensive to fix, and also kind of urgent: the more observant of you may have noticed that it is November, and getting onto winter here in the Rockies.

Look at this little man, huddling on my feet for warmth.

I have *some* emergency funds, but not enough to cover even a temporary fix, and that's also the fund that vet, medical, and car repair bills come out of, all of which I've had too much of this year.

I'm currently pitting four HVAC companies against each other to get the best offer possible, and getting the paperwork done for state subsidies, refunds and other discounts, but I still need your help.

I am once again floored by the generosity of this community and grateful for every single one of you. We've raised $4,132 since last night.

Not Good news:

After all the subsidies, refunds, discounts and the companies competing for this job, it's still going to cost me AT LEAST $15,000 to fix this.

Without going into too many details, the fuckup is so severe that I need to hire a lawyer, which I also do not have money for.

The former owner:

1. Installed a furnace that's about half again too powerful for the house.

2. An AC unit that is only half as powerful as it needs to be

3. The AC's condensation pipe EXACTLY where it would drip into the furnace and rust the motor and heating elements.

4. His own duct work (derogatory)

So what's been happening is the AC and Furnace have been slowly killing each other and also took a good portion of the duct work and the electrical panel with them. Which is four major devices that all play together so I can't replace *just* the furnace.

Now, while these are major sins of homeownership, they are not prosecutable offenses. The Home Inspector our realtor hired before buying this HOWEVER:

1. Somehow failed to notice this impending clusterfuck

2. Reported that the furnace and AC were the correct size and only four years old, instead of completely the wrong sizes and actually 12 years old.

3. Also failed to make any kind of note about last year's sewer fiasco.

So we're taking them and the realtor to court because they are DANGEROUSLY INCOMPETENT and I feel like I am owed for this. But I will not have that money in time to keep my house warm this winter.

We are all safe. For all its other faults, the house is at least well-insulated and if it gets unacceptably cold, we will decamp to my in-laws ten minutes from here.

Once again, I am floored by your generosity and thank you all for everything you have done.

As badly as the furnace situation was done, the house is extremely well insulated and we have space heaters and my in-laws live ten minutes from here if it gets really cold, but a little man insisted on sleeping under the covers with me last night:

Mochi might also just be sad and needy because he also had a vet appointment yesterday on top of all this (recovering from a UTI), but I did appreciate him being my teddy bear.

Until 4AM when he started petting my face with his little goblin hands, then he became my husband's cuddle kitty.

The dogs think this is hilarious and that all the repairman are here to see them personally.

i finally wrote it after it infesting my brain enjoy

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Tim thought the gala was going to be like most of the others, boring, annoying, nothing happening. And then he saw Lex Luthor. And he's a smart man, probably the only other smart person in here so why not start a conversation?

Lex thought this gala was going to be boring and a waste of time. And then this small child comes up to him talking about gossip that he didn't even know? And mentioning his incredibly secret cloning project he just started a week ago? He's going to be a villain and Lex wants to be on his good side.

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After Bruce Wayne dies, it only takes Tim about three weeks to show up on Dick Grayson’s doorstep with a 3-ring binder full of evidence. He runs a finger along the top metal ring of the binder over and over as he waits for a response to the doorbell. All at once he feels thirteen years old again, clutching months of painstakingly collected notes written up neatly and sorted into sections. Dick never read any of it, yet Tim did it all again. Had his photos developed for ease of viewing access, included sources for all of his claims, stuck to his main points for clarity’s sake but has pages and pages of extra information in the back of the binder for when–if–Dick decides to give his idea a thorough look. 

But Tim is seventeen years old now, old enough to know where he went wrong the first time. Yesterday he spent hours coming up with argument after argument, approach after approach, to get through to Dick. Mr. Grayson, I’m so sorry for your loss. He’s probably tired of hearing that. Mr. Grayson, I have something I think you’ll want to see. Too quick to the point. If he doesn’t recognize Tim, maybe he’ll try Mr. Grayson, I know about your night life and I want to help. If he does, then maybe Mr. Grayson, I want to say I’m sorry about last time, but this isn’t like last time, I swear–

The door opens. Tim knows that it’s Dick by the smell. Sweat, unwashed clothes, and misery. How like last time. Dick looks like the epitome of grief, which is to say, not like himself. Dick Grayson is a creature of happiness by nature, of high-flying freedom, of beloved family and friends, a picture-perfect cover boy, always adored, always with a beautiful redhead, Batgirl or Starfire or Arsenal, yes Tim knows his type, always kind, always charming, always happy to be there. But Tim only ever seems to know him in these liminal states of horrible tragedy. 

Worst of all, Tim can’t quite tell if Dick recognizes him. 

“Mr. Grayson,” he begins, heart pounding so loudly he cannot hear himself speak, “I don’t think Mr. Wayne is dead.”

For a moment longer than Tim’s entire lifespan, Dick just stares at him. Blue eyes hazy and unfocused. One hand on the doorframe, one hand dragging through the stubble growing on his half-shaved jaw. He’s wearing an AC/DC shirt. Given Dick’s fashion tastes (bright colors) and Bruce Wayne’s music tastes, neither of which Tim should know, he is 98% certain that the AC/DC shirt used to belong to Bruce Wayne. 

When Dick finally speaks, his voice sounds like the death of all joy. 

“How many family members do I have to lose before you let me grieve in peace?”

Tim’s pounding heartbeat becomes a deafening white noise as Dick’s question pangs around his chest. His eyes sting so fiercly that Tim knows it is as visible as Dick’s misery. Nevertheless, he persists, if only for Bruce Wayne. No one else will save him if not for Tim. So even though his hero thinks Tim is a creepy little stalker with the unbelievable audacity to swagger into Dick’s life and tell him how to fix it, well. He’s not wrong, is he? What does it matter if Tim once upon a time dreamed of more? Saving Bruce Wayne is far more important than Tim’s nonexistent chances of becoming friends with Nightwing. 

“Jason came back.” Tim’s chin, lifted stubbornly, trembles. 

Dick’s face clouds over with a rage so terrible that Tim sincerely believes he’s about to get punched by Nightwing. Which wouldn’t be so bad. Tim deserves it, doesn’t he? Intruding on a stranger’s grief like this is probably a punchable offense. He’ll bear it all if only Dick listens, but it looks like he managed to blow it in the span of two sentences. 

In the end, though Dick’s hands curl into fists and his shoulders shake like traintracks, he turns his head at the last second and rests his forehead on the doorframe. Tears streak down his perfect jawline. Watching Dick Grayson cry is like watching Atlantis sink. It’s like watching the Mona Lisa go up in flames. Tim knows stuff like this is why Dick treats him like a celebrity-obsessed stalker living in a weird fantasy world where he’s a part of the Wayne family. He knows it’s why Dick hates him. Tim still can’t help that it’s captivating to watch.

“Go away,” Dick begs.

Tim has never felt more like the scum of the earth, yet still he’d persist if he thought there was a chance of getting Nightwing to listen to him. But there isn’t. So Tim, as lonely, rejected, unworthy and fucking correct as he is, sees himself out of the apartment building.

Dick hated the kid because he wouldn’t let him grieve in peace.

But now, Tim had gone too far. He hadn’t just tried to bother Dick about the mission. He’d tried to claim that Father was still alive.

Damian was determined to hunt the boy down and teach him a lesson.

Imagine Damian’s surprise when he tracks the kid all the way to a cave in the middle of nowhere and finds him staring at the bat symbol on the wall.

As he walks into the cave, he can see the boy silently shaking with sobs. “I was right, but what’s the point?” Damian can hear him whisper. “The one person who could’ve done something about it hates me because I keep intruding on his grief. And now I can’t even get back; someone stole my damn car and there’s no cell reception here. What was the point?”

The boy, who been sitting up as he curled into a ball, tilted over and laid down as he sobbed. Damian simply stared at the symbol on the wall. The boy hadn’t noticed his presence, and after a while, and sobs gave way to light breathing as the boy had fallen asleep. It broke Damian out of the trance, and he moved towards the boy. Only to find the binder Dick had described the boy holding when he’d first shown up. Damian flipped through it and was in awe.

The boy had been right all along, and if Dick had just looked he could’ve been saved needless grief.

YEESSSS!!! Tim veing Oraclevs apprentice and Having Damian's support while Dick hates him!!!

“Grayson. I require your presence on the Watchtower. We are saving Father.”

“What?”

“He is alive. The boy was right, the proof he already had was substantial and he has found even more.”

“Damian-“

“I do not want to hear it, Grayson. Father is alive. There is proof. I am bringing the boy back to Gotham to speak with Oracle - she has already approved of this plan - and you are going to help me pull Father out of the time stream. Meet me on the Watchtower.”

He tapped his comm, hanging up the call, then called Jon for a ride home. Despite flying through the air, Tim didn’t wake up throughout the entire trip, worn out from the crying. Damian longed to be there when the boy woke up, but he was needed to explain things to Grayson and the rest of the Justice League. Binder still in hand, Damian had Jon bring him to the nearest zeta tube.

“Robin,” Grayson greeted him upon arrival, wearing the full bat suit. “What have you uncovered?”

“Not a thing,” Damian said, glaring at his brother. “Credit belongs to a young man who you shunned, prompting this lonely 17 year old with no support system to fly across the entire world in search of even more evidence, despite the fact that his existing proof should’ve been more than enough for you.”

Damian knew he shouldn’t be treating Grayson this way. This was his Batman, his partner in the field, his brother. He should not be calling him out in front of the entire Justice League. But Damian couldn’t stop himself. He was far too angry to Grayson for that. How dare he shun this innocent child who was so desperate to help that he stranded himself in the desert for them?

“Robin,” Grayson began softly, as if trying to explain something difficult to a child, “he came to me less than a week after B had died. And the last time I’d seen the kid, he’d shown up a few months after your predecessor’s death and insisted that I return to being Robin. As if his death didn’t matter; B’s mental health was the only thing important. Why would I listen to him?”

“Because he was right!” Damian roared. “It is the whole reason Mother brought me home sooner than she had planned! Father nearly killed a man in his grief. He needed a Robin to balance him out. I took on that role when I was only 7 years old. You were the adult. Why would you let a 7 year old do it for you, when a 13 year old already gave you ample evidence that you were needed?”

Damian respected his older brother so much that he’d tried to hunt down an innocent kid to berate him for hurting his brother. Instead, this journey had done the opposite. He could feel his respect for Grayson diminishing fast. The man had better watch his next words.

“So my grief doesn’t matter?” Grayson roared back. “My pain should be ignored for the sake of the mission?”

“No!” Damian shouted. “But you still should not have been cruel to a child who was only trying to help! He faced your wrath for you. He came to try to end your grief, end your suffering, end your pain. Instead, he got cruel words and nearly died in the desert! For you!”

Grayson froze, tension lining every inch of his body. “I regret how I treated him, but-“

“No. No but. Do. Better. Then maybe you will be fit for the mantle of Nightwing, which is supposed to bring hope.”

Grayson looked like he’d been slapped, but Damian didn’t care as he pushed past the man to lay Tim’s binder on the table. “Here is all the evidence you should need to find him. However, if that is not enough, Tim has discovered a cave in the desert with an incredibly old carving of Batman’s symbol. I have taken a photograph of it.”

Grayson whispered “Tim? You’re using not only his first name, but a nickname?” Grayson sounded hurt and confused.

bruce has his “brucie wayne” persona, very clumsy, playboy, kinda air headed but still very smart and wants to do good for gotham. which of course makes him seem naive cause good?? for gotham??

dick has “richie grayson-wayne” who’s dabbled in modeling before becoming a gymnastics teacher. also very vocal about his “adorable little siblings”

jason never really had a “nickname” after all he was from crime alley and he had to look GOOD for them or else they’d go back to “he’s just like the rest of them”. his persona was very empathetic and kind though, which worked great for him since that’s how he was like. he always talked about doing several non profit charities. the elites switched their opinions of him on a dime, although the rest of gotham adored him.

damian refuses to go by a nickname. his persona is based around animals, mostly about abandoned animals. it’s very clear his goal for the future is to make good animal shelters and help every animal he can. it’s the only persona he could stomach and there were SEVERAL other ideas

cass is “cass wayne” very quiet, polite, generally just there in the background. normally hanging around one of her siblings, most often tim. although her being around him unnerves some of them, she’ll get a look in her face and then her and tim both know they were lying. they fully get why she hangs around tim

duke is regularly seen as the normal one. pleasant to be around, kind, but generally also just there. very normal student, not really sure what he’s gonna do. the elites don’t particularly for him, though the rest of gotham love him.

tim’s persona differs from the rest pretty heavily. he can’t get away with being like bruce, the elites vividly remember janet and see her in him very often, which vaguely scares them if they’ll be honest. he’ll act like “Tim Drake-Wayne” to unsettle them, after all he’s a Drake why is he acting clumsy? they’ve seen him when he was younger and he was the spitting image of perfect. it makes more sense to them when he trips and lands right where he can tell them something no one else can hear. “Timothy Drake” is what scares them though. the tim that casually whispers secrets no one else knows, who points out someone they’re supposed to have a “private meeting with” in a week. who has nearly cause several of them to go broke with such simple actions, and the only reason they didn’t was cause he let them stay rich. there was one elite who insulted damian near tim and suddenly said elite had to get an apartment in crime alley, pay his now ex-wife, a kid he had with some random person, and several debts

Most of the places I could set it down will burn something to the ground,

so I keep holding it,

trying to find a hearth that needs kindled

to heat a home or a cooking pot

The poem explores human existence in its darkest moments– when we're grieving the loss of a loved one, the loneliness, and the hardships that come with shattered friendships.

(Ares and Ody are sitting awkwardly across from each other.)

Ody: So, Athena asked us to try finding what we have in common.

Ares: We both want this to end. Done. (Stands up)

Ody: Yeah, but I don't think that's what she meant....uh, I love Penelope and you love Aphrodite.

Ares: That's true. (Sits back down) Aphrodite's amazing.

Ody (with a goofy grin): Penelope just has the brightest laugh.

Ares (head in hand): Aphrodite's so smart and pretty.

(Hours later, they're kicking their feet in the air while on their stomachs)

Ody (gleefully): And then this one time, Penelope made this little snort sound!

Ares (gasping): You're kidding! Aphrodite does that too! It's adorable!

Ody: I know right!

(Penelope and Aphrodite are about to enter the room. Athena stops them.)

Athena: Don't do in there. You'll be a distraction.

Penelope (confused): There's so much giggling in that room. We wanted to see what was going on.

Athena:...bonding.

Aphrodite: Between who?