#pocket dimension

Bruce has a metagene. It is that any cape he wears has a pocket dimension. The robins have an uncontrollable urge to hide in it.

It doesn't even need to be a legitimate cape. He was playing superheroes with a besheet when he was seven, and he pulled a medieval battle axe out of it. The Wayne's have never owned a medieval battle axe. Alfred, Thomas and Martha were extremely confused and concerned about it's origins.

Yes, I know Bruce isn't a meta. But it'd be really funny if he was. Especially with such a specific, weird power. That's how he fits all the stuff in his cape.

Like, snacks, and weapons, and Tim swears that one time he saw him just make a whole motorcycle appear from it.

Dick was cold on patrol once, and Bruce opened his cape, and just thought nothing of the fact that Dick just disappeared into it, dismissed it as a result of a really heavy warm cape.

Dick found himself in a warm, cozy, dark place, and immediately decided to go there as much as possible. He then told Jason, who didn't believe him at first but then found himself in the pocket dimension and was like "fuck yeah this is awesome".

He didn't tell Tim, and Tim didn't feel as if he was allowed to ask Batman to hide under his cape even when he was cold, so it took several years of vigilante-ing before Tim figured it out.

Damian didn't really have any chances to hide in Bruce's cape before he was lost in time, the cape didn't work the same for dick, and by the time Bruce was back, Damian believed he was too old for such childish things as seeking shelter in his father's cape.

god shan’t miss

(alt. Doorman under the cut)

So, I was thinking up some stuff for the Billy is a god AU (I promised you guys I would continue that “blessings are answered” story, it’s coming, I promise) when I was reminded of the first credit scene of Fury Of The Gods that set up Billy joining the JSA.

I was reminded of the fact that Billy just grabbed his phone out of nowhere.

He just reached behind his back and magicked his phone out of nowhere, and I am pretty certain he didn’t pull it out of his ass. I also analyzed the suit and I have not seen any room for pockets in ether the suit or the cape.

So there is only one explanation: Pocket dimensions.

And it is not only Billy, in the beginning of the movie we are shown that Freddy uses his phone to listen to music on patrol, meaning he has to store it somewhere. Again, pocket dimensions.

So, now for the question, how does it work? And for the fun follow up, what is the limit?

Like, will everything that a person has in their pockets be stored in that pocket dimension? Or maybe everything a person has on them. Could Freddy just whip out his Crutch from the pocket dimension, even though it could not fit in a pocket?

Can things stay in the pocket dimension even if someone is detransformed. Or will everything be placed on a person when transforming back? If the first, then how much can be stored, and can you access it without transforming?

We also have to take into account that it is apparently possible to take things “with you” during the transformation. Freddy puts in his earbuds, puts on music, then transforms and his earbuds are still in his ears as he flies off.

Anyway, this was just a bit of a stray thought that I needed to get out, do with this information whatever you want.

Tessa: alright you little bugger, open up. I need that for my projects and I don’t have any replacements at the moment.

Cyn sat placidly on N’s lab, innocently staring at Tessa unblinking. Before slowly opening her mouth wide.

Tessa: …o-righty then. V, fetch my gloves. J, hold the flashlight. And N, don’t worry little buddy, I’m just going to yoink that little sucker and everything’s fine and dainty.

With gloves on, Tessa reached in, expecting to touch the missing wench. She touched nothing, not even the back of Cyn’s throat.

Tessa: … J, hold onto me please, the tool seems to be… deeper than expected.

Every drone except Cyn goes hollow eyed. With J secured her torso, Tessa went in. Her elbow was in when she finally felt something.

N: Tessa, you okay there? You were awfully quiet.

Tessa: don’t worry, little buddy. Just some…technical issues, NOTHING TOO SERIOUS! HAHAHA…

The human finally pulls out what she at first thought was her wench. It was not a wench.

V: …is that the missing sword from the lobby?

Tessa continues to pull out more things, one after another being more bizarre as more kept coming.

J: Hey! That’s the master’s favourite armrest! He’s been livid ever since! And is that my JCJensen Branded pens!? I was looking for those!

Soon, Tessa pulled out some really weird things: a small white triangular device, a bulky alien tech looking watch, a gauntlet with five different gems imbedded on the knuckles, a really large emerald that hums with power, a sword that was shaped like a key for some reason, a black box that looks like it came from an old model of plane and many other concerning things.

Just as Tessa was expecting to find another unexpected thing coming out of Cyn’s bottomless mouth, she finally felt the familiar handle of her trusted wench! It was just stuck onto something. With the help of V and J pulling on Tessa as N holds onto Cyn, they finally get the poor wench free. It was covered in some kind of slime.

Tessa: finally got the bugger. Cyn, where did you even find half of these?

Cyn looks at her with her unchanging smile.

Cyn: Hungry. And They Are. Yummy. Smiley Face.

Tessa: …right. We really need to put you on a diet, pal.

dcxdp fic idea

Danny had been in Gotham nearly 10 years. Had been working with Batman (and by extension the JL) for a little more than half that.

Things had been going great.

They knew about his dual identity, and he theirs. They got along pretty well and Danny had even dated a couple of Batman's kids (before and after realizing they were siblings) before things got out of hand and Danny promised Bruce he'd stop seducing his children (Danny may have taken that as a challenge to seduce Bruce himself but that's a story for another time)

Things were going well.

Until he got a call on his private channel in the middle of patrol from a freaking out Jazz.

Their parents were headed to Gotham.

See, while Danny had told the Bats a lot about his history. He had also left some gaps. And straight up lied about a few key details. Like how he died. And his relationship (or lack there of) with his parents.

And it was going great. His folks had no reason to be in Gotham. No reason to be tempted to leave their home in Amity (he had made sure of that. Hadn't he? when he left all those years ago?)

But now they were coming. To Gotham. They were surely going to hear about the ghost hero in the city. and it wouldn't be long before they tracked (hunted) him down. Found out it was Phantom. Their White Whale from so long ago.

Once that happened they would never leave. Not until they had finally captured him. And the destruction that they would surely bring to the place would be hard to miss for even the most unassuming of folks-let alone ones as perceptive as the bats.

And then it would only be a matter of time before they realized the crazy mad scientist ghost hunters were his parents. Realize that Danny had been lying to them for years.

They would never trust him again. They would always be wondering what else he had lied about. What else he was hiding.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't watch their faces as they realized how much he'd kept from them. He loved them to much.

(He couldn't see his parents again. Not now, not when things were finally coming up Danny)

He had to get out of there. But if he just vanished The Justice League would stop at nothing to find him (save him. Even from himself. but they couldn't save him. Not from this. Not from decade old wounds that he thought had long since scabbed over and scarred) If he died they would avenge him, or hold a séance. If he claimed an issue in the Realms they'd insist on assisting him.

He was panicking. He knew he was. He was probably having a panic attack. but knowing that didn't mean he could just stop having one. Maybe he could take monitoring duty on their space base. but he had already been limited to one weekend a month (thanks Jazz). And besides, once his super villain wannabe parents rolled into town he'd be the first one called to intervene and stop them. Which would be worse. He would look like he knew they were coming. Appear to be an accomplice.

He should tell them. Any of them.

He couldn't. (they wouldn't trust him anymore. Dirty. Lying. GHOST.) he had to breathe. IN.

His parents were coming.

No. The Fentons were coming.

Breathe. OUT.

He could figure this out.

Breathe IN.

Buy himself time. Enough people (alive and dead) owed him enough favors that he could keep two crazy 'scientists' from the midwest out of Gotham. or at least out of Gotham long enough for him to come up with a better plan. Easy.

Breath OUT.

It was his mess. He could clean it up.

Breathe IN.

He could do this. He was on the JUSTICE LEAGUE. He knew Wonder Woman. He'd met Superman's (adopted) parents. Hell, he'd made out with BATMAN (just the once. and they'd both been SUPER drunk. but it stands). He could do this.