#comic meme

Danny (age 2, glowing faintly, clutching a half-empty juice box): “I WANT MORE JUICE. THIS IS INJUSTICE.”

Bruce: “Danny, please. It’s bedtime.”

Danny: “BEDTIME IS A LIE. I AM THE PHANTOM KING.”

Damian: “He’s glowing brighter than the Bat-Signal.”

Jason: “That’s not the Bat-Signal. That’s a category five hurricane forming.”

Steph: “I just got a text from Oracle. Gotham’s weather app is completely broken.”

Barbara (via comms): “It’s not just the app. The entire city is experiencing a localized storm… and it’s following Danny’s mood.”

Dick: “He’s having a tantrum storm. Like, literal weather storm.”

Cass: “He just floated up and slammed his tiny fists on the floor. The power just flickered.”

Duke: “The clouds outside are swirling in green and purple. It’s kind of... beautiful? And terrifying.”

Alfred (calm but concerned): “Master Danny’s aura is causing electromagnetic interference, sir.”

Bruce: “How do we calm a toddler who controls the weather and just declared war on bedtime?”

Danny (pouting, glowing with storm clouds swirling above): “NO. JUICE. NO NAPS.”

Tim: “We tried bribing him with pancakes shaped like bats.”

Danny: “Not enough.”

Jason: “I offered him the last piece of cake. He sent a lightning bolt through my hand.”

Steph: “I think I saw a bird get struck twice.”

Damian: “His wrath is... elemental.”

[Outside the manor, Gotham residents look up at a swirling green-purple vortex.]

Citizen 1: “Is that—?”

Citizen 2: “Nope. Nope. Nope. Going inside. Closing windows.”

Citizen 3: “Is this a new kind of Joker prank?”

Batman (via comms): “No. This is worse.”

Danny (now standing on the rooftop, arms crossed, storm raging): “I DEMAND A NEW JUICE BOX, OR I WILL CANCEL ALL SUNSHINE.”

Klarion (appearing dramatically): “Fret not, young phantom! I shall conjure a tempest of juice boxes!”

Danny (eyes sparkling): “YES. FRIEND.”

Bruce: “How many times do I have to remind you—no magic without supervision?”

Klarion: “Supervision is for mortals.”

Dick: “Why am I suddenly craving a thunderstorm-flavored smoothie?”

Barbara: “The city’s power grid is fluctuating with his mood swings.”

Cass: “He just threw a tantrum and a thunderbolt at the TV remote.”

Jason: “Remote is fried.”

Alfred: “I suggest immediate sacrifice of cookies and calming lullabies.”

Danny (grinning, juice box replenished): “Storm is passing. But only because I am satisfied.”

Damian: “For now.”

The Realms (observing, booming voices):

Ancient of Storms: “The Phantom Child has learned the ancient art of tantrum conjuration.”

Ancient of Balance: “The universe itself bows to his whim.”

Clockwork: “Nap time has never been so consequential.”

Fright Knight: “I volunteer to babysit next time.”

Realmia (whispering): “The storm will pass, but the legacy remains.”

Bruce (collapsing into a chair): “I’m going to need a week off.”

Danny (snuggling a glowing stuffed bat): “I’m a good king now.”

Steph: “For now.”

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