#fic concept

UNTIL... One of Clockworks' notes show up, and Phantom pauses to read it, before surrendering to the JL, saying he'll follow them.

Now obviously, the JL are confused and suspicious, but eventually come to the (wrong) conclusion that Phantom is just a lackey or something, and that the person who wrote the note is the real mastermind manipulating this poor innocent super-powered teenager.

He put his phone back in his pocket… walked down the hall, and froze at the bedroom doorway, partially in shock but in exasperation.

There were stairs on your side of the bed.

Little carpeted stairs.

Three of them, wooden with grip pads on the ledges, short and leading up to the mattress.

Michael shrugged the carry-on from his shoulder and set it down on the bedroom floor very carefully, the way a man does when he’s trying not to throw something.

He was standing at the edge of the bed, still in his travel clothes, staring at the stairs like they’d personally wronged him — when he heard the front door open.

The jingle of a leash, accompanied by nails scraping against hardwood.

Your voice, soft and animated, rang through the house amid the silence, talking to something. “Good boy. Yes you are. You walked so good, didn’t you?”

He was back in the living room doorway by the time you looked up, and the expression on your face told him everything he needed to know — because it was the expression of someone who had planned for this moment and was still not fully ready for it.

“Hey, baby,” you said, a little too warm, a little too bright.

On the end of the leash, a puppy sat and looked up at him: big dark eyes, one ear perked up and the other flopped, curly caramel fur disheveled from the outside wind. Its tongue was already lolling like he hadn’t a single care in the world.

Michael looked at the dog.

Then looked at you.

Then, agonizingly slowly. at the rope toy on the floor. “What,” he said, one hand gesturing around the general vicinity, the other propped on his hip, “is this?”

You unclipped the leash, which Michael immediately regretted because now the dog was free, and you straightened up with the energy of a woman who had rehearsed this.

i knoww that man would make a MEAN situationship and im SET on writing plenty of that for him in the future.

like ofc.. young rising star that has quite literally almost everything n he goes out of his way to b petty n is so incredibly obsessive over u cus ur the one thing in his life he has literally zero control over

but he still won’t label you as anything n refuses to pay any homages to you.. !

but the mfs eye def fuckin twitches when he sees sum random story post of u posed up w any fashion/soundcloud mf that isn’t him

he still won’t msg you first tho. unless he’s horny n high

An Optimus Prime x human reader fic, but the human heavily reminds the autobots of Optimus Prime.

Not Orion Pax, no, *Optimus Prime*, as in they have great leadership skills, can hold themselves in serious situations, prioritizes their friends/coworkers over themselves, overall just a perfect model of human determination and restraint.

Bonus: Optimus Prime falls first, but the reader genuinely doesn’t catch on due to their busy lifestyle outside of the autobots.

Alternatively, a Megatron (or Decepticon) x Human Reader fic where the reader is genuinely just nonchalant in their hostage situation. There’s no screaming, no threats, no corny one liners, but silent plotting and obvious fake compliance. And the Decepticons KNOW that human is up to something, but they don’t actually prepare for it until it’s almost too late (their first scarily smart escape attempt)

(Context: Tim is in AP when he's 18 and Danny is 8. Then he's 25 when Danny is 15) (This is mostly a rambling mess that might be made into an actual fic. Feel free to pick from it as you will. TAG ME IF YOU WRITE ANYTHING ABOUT IT!!! I WANT TO READ THEM!)

When Bruce was trapped in the time stream, Tim followed a lead to a small town called Amity Park, Illinois. There he created a simple identity to hide and investigate the strange Lazarus esc Readings he was receiving, Robin Rouge...Not his most creative, but it would work for the short time he spent at the town.

The cheapest place he could rent without drawing eyes to him was right next to the town's nut jobs. When he'd first been moving it, he figured the giant space ship was just for show, but he's seen it move a few too many times. Though he doesn't really need a job to live, it helps to be a bit grounded (before he goes off the deep end), so he offers to babysit the couples' two kids while they're off "breaking scientific barriers into the Ghost Zone" whatever that is.

Danny is IMMEDIATELY attached to Robin, but Jazz takes a few weeks, thinking herself too mature for a babysitter at her big age of 10. But Robin is fun and he cleans up the kitchen after her parents make a big mess again. He helps clean up scrapes on her knees and even reads to her and Danny when their parents take too long to come home. Robin even sang them to sleep once, after Danny had a really bad nightmare and Jazz didn't know how to help him sleep (Needless to say, Tim was sure to shove all Red Robin tools into the space behind the closet before letting the kids in).

Tim can't help it. He falls in love with the kids. Jazz is SO smart and acts just like he did before he knew his parents' negligence was a bad thing and Danny is clever in a way that keeps Tim on his toes to constantly provide new facts for the knowledge hungry boy. Jazz cares for her brother like how Tim wished Jason and Dick had cared for him. It makes Tim reach out to Jason once or twice, just to gush about hi- the Fenton kids!

Jason's heard more about how Jazz, "Brilliant, Jason, seriously! She got into the 7th grade math class all on her own" and Danny, "He could recite almost every constellation in the sky last night! I swear I could see the stars in HIS eyes, Jay!" To be honest, it slowly warms Jason's heart to hear about the rascals Tim's found. Jason hears about how Danny punched a bully in the nuts, "just like his Uncle Jay said to (This is said with a bit of pride in Tim's voice). " He watches the videos of Jazz's choir concert, even if the mic peaks a few too many times.

Tim also talks to Jason about his investigation into Bruce's disappearance. Jason mostly humors Tim, but he understands how it is to lose a parent and sometimes, delusions just help. They keep up the calls and it helps them both heal.

Then the calls stop. Jason tries to track Tim's suit, his weapons, ANYTHING that could show him where Tim went, but nothing comes up. When he hears about the explosions in the Middle East, he hopes it's not what he's thinking. His hope is dashed when a tired, paler than usual Tim comes home with an alive Bruce in tow. The family is ecstatic, of course, but Jason sees how Tim blends into the background. The resulting argument about Amity Park and Nanda Parbat and everything that happened while Tim was gone breaks the fragile bond they had built.

Halfway through his sentence, Jason notices Tim hasn't said anything in a while. The 18 year old's eyes are tired and depressed but his face is completely neutral, like a doll, and it makes Jason stop the argument right there. Without a word, Tim turns around and leaves Jason on the roof top.

.

The next few years are strange. Duke joins the family and Damian has mellowed out a bit. Every so often Jason sees Tim watching Damian with a strange, almost mourning expression on his face before dodging an onslaught of knife jabs for the Demon.

Jason still doesn't know what happened in Amity Park (Same bro same. I only know the ending) and Tim doesn't seem willing to tell anyone, even Jason. Especially Jason. Jason tries asking Dick and Cass and Duke about how Tim has been, but all the family just looks at him weird. "He just grew up Jay. No need to worry. He'll get over this slump, us bats always do."

Jason is polishing a gun when his phone rings. Tim immediately tells Jason to run to his tracker's location. Something in Tim's voice tells Jason he barely has time to strap his helmet on. The location is a sketchy alleyway just outside of Crime Alley. Jason is strung tight, waiting to see the carnage of a battle when he turns the corner, what he ISN'T expecting to see is a hissing snake of a person, crouching in front of a woman, who is trying to pull the beast back. All Jason can see is GREEN.

The beast is somehow bleeding green and a LOT of it, by the streaks of green Jason can see spread across the walls and ground. It has wild white hair drifting in the sky, slowly fading into flames. It's skin is completely black with a strange white symbol planted on it's bleeding chest. The tail(?) whips back and forth, curling around the woman protectively then lashing side to side and returning to position.

In front of the hissing beast is Red Robin. Tim. Jason's brother. And ain't that a thought to shove to the back of his brain until the end of time. He's gesturing calmly at the beast, whispering softly. As Jason steps closer, the beast growls louder. He slowly crouches beside Tim, glancing at him before finding his eyes dragging back to the two in front of them.

"I know you're scared, Danny. It's okay. You can trust him. This is Uncle Jason, remember? We're not going to hurt Jazz. We just want to help you out, okay?"

DANNY?! Jason whips his head to stare at Tim. He's lost it. The one brother he can tolerate and he's lost his mind because that beast is NOT......Danny...As Jason looks closer, he can see the similarities to the pictures and videos he still has saved on his phone. The hair is as unruly as it used to be, there's a small scar on the eyebrow and the baby fat still clings to the growling beast. That's... Danny. That's his little "nephew" Danny. His gaze follows Danny's shoulder to the woman standing behind him. Jason could recognize that fire red hair anywhere and those bright teal eyes, which are glowing in the darkness, are just like the ones on the picture he'd kept as his home screen.

While Jason was having his mini-breakdown, Tim creeps closer to Danny and Jazz. He has to restrain himself from tackling them both in the biggest hug he could pull off. He starts to compartmentalize. His Danny and Jazz. His kids are here in Gotham and they're hurt. Really bad. It doesn't go well. Tim winces as more bright Lazarus green, blood pours from the dissection wound on Danny's chest.

"Robin?" Jazz whispers, hope and exhaustion seeping into the question. Danny's form shivers as Jazz's grip loosens slightly. The boy glances at Jazz's face, a stutter in the ongoing growl he'd been emitting.

"Hi." Tim smiles softly, hands still in a placating gesture. "Are you okay, Jazz?"

"I....I- uh yeah...I'm...Well...I'm not okay, but...yeah." Jazz stammers. He gaze jumps between Red Robin, a pretty well known vigilante, Red hood, a VERY well known crime lord, and Danny, her feral Ghost King brother, who is still hissing at the men. She kneels beside him and leans closer to where his ears are.

"Danny, they're here to help. You remember Robin, right? You remember Uncle Jason...Robin used to babysit us, remember? He taught you all about the rockets from NASA."

"R-Robin..." Danny hisses out, slightly shaking his head as the tail(?) shape slowly forms into legs.

"That's right, Starling. It's me, Robin. I'm just here to help you and Professor Jazz, ok? Can I come closer? I need to help you with that wound." If Jason hadn't known Tim better, he would have thought the guy was being incredulous, not bolting forward to wrap Danny in all the bandages they carried and then some. Jason could see Tim's hands shaking slightly as they waited for Danny to approve.

Danny looked up at Jazz's tearful eyes and then back to the strangers(?). He slowly floated to the ground, touching the tough concrete for the first time since he and Jazz had been found by Red Robin. Jazz was immediately at his side, supporting him, as the glow in his green eyes diminished. Jason stopped cold in his crouch. Danny has blue eyes...He was...He HAD blue eyes and now they were Lazarus green, like Jason knew his were now. The Pit was bubbling over the thought that Ra's might have gotten his nasty corpse hands on these kids.

Danny was still staring at Tim. His eyes were tired like Jazz's. He must have been 15 now, barely a teenager. Tim's heart ached at the years he missed out on. It ached at the thought that Danny didn't trust him to take care of them anymore, not since Tim had to leave Amity Park. Danny barely nods before a white ring forms around his middle and he collapses forward, pulling a weak Jazz down with the lax body. Tim's already across the alley, catching both teens in his arms and whispering assurances over them.

Jason's quick to slide to Tim's side, taking Jazz from his brother's busy arms. Jazz clutches Jason's jacket, eyes glued to Tim's hands which are stitching Danny's wound up. She taps Jason's shoulder, dragging his attention from Danny's dissection wound and how it look eerily similar to his vivisection scar, to her face. She gestures at a forgotten, ratty, red backpack near the end of the alley.

"Your thread won't work on him. His blood dissolves most normal thread." Tim barely responds, snatching the backpack and scrambling through it before pulling out a very full first aid kit. He pauses slightly at just how stocked this had to be for the kids to feel safe before yanking it open. Half of the "first aid" tools glow the same green that Danny is bleeding. Jazz points at the glowing green thread.

"That will work on him. It'll..." she gulps down her nausea, "It'll hold." Jason can't help but hold Jazz just a little closer. He'd never gotten to hug the kids Tim had insisted on video calling with and the first Jason gets to hug them is when they're both nearly dead.

Tim works quickly, stitching what is imperative and wrapping everything else with bandages. Danny is barely breathing and, now that Jason looks again, looks like when he was younger, black hair and a ratty NASA T-shirt, which is basically torn off. Tim cautiously picks the boy and turns to Jason. Jason won't say it out loud, but a few tears escape the tight confines of Tim's mask. Danny groans when Tim straightens up.

"Don't let them get Jazz. Promise me, Robin. Don't let them take her away." Danny whispers, staring at nothing as Tim pulls Danny closer to his chest.

"Danny..." Jazz whimpers, clutching Jason's jacket tighter, staring at her little brother.

"Promise." Danny insists, wincing when he tries to pull himself up a little.

"I promise, Danny." Tim's voice echoes through the alleyway. He tugs the eye mask from his face, carefully shifting Danny to do so. Danny can see the Robin he grew up, the Robin who told him all about the stories behind the constellations and took him on a secret field trip to a NASA museum. The Robin who left him and Jazz with his parents 7 years ago. The Robin who was Red Robin and Timothy Drake-Wayne, one of Tucker's favorite people. This was the Robin that Danny trusted his sister with. "I promise. I won't let anyone take you away from me again. Neither will Jason."

"You're f-cking right about that." Jason growled out from behind his helmet. "You and Jazz won't even get looked at by them." Whoever the hell "them" were better be ready for their deaths.

"Okay...You promised..." Danny was growing weaker.

"I promised." Tim responded, starting to make his way to the closest safe house, shifting Danny to his back so he could run better. Jason kept Jazz in the bridal carry he had her in as he followed Tim across Crime Alley's border. Jazz matched Jason's shiver as they passed the street sign. It felt as though something had clicked back into place and she sighed further into his hold.