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Un jour, je serai de retour près de toi.

I just want to think of a Danny wearing his faded NASA hoodie and visiting Jazz in Gotham, cause she’s doing a program there for her masters degree or something. But I imagine just Danny, just stepping out to buy a bag of scones for his sister, cause say what you will, he’s got the treats and I imagine he was going back when Joker crashed and wrecked havoc. All the shouts and chaos, very normal yeah.

Joker was like huh which to choose for the star of my show? Oh look a tourist and then was going his annoying joke and punchlines and aiming a weapon at Danny, all up in his face. And Danny just. pick the lunatic by the collar and just threw him through the biscuit display or something, might accidentally did some light maiming by accident because Danny’s still trying to adjust his strength from ghost play-fighting.

But I wanna imagine maybe a civilian Tim Drake who was just being a tired person with his nth cup of motor oil till the joker was gonna cause a situation in the shop and well Tim was already subtly pressing that alert button for the other batfam to go to their location when he just stared blankly at where Joker once stood then back at the ruined display of pastries and a hole in the wall or something- looks like some injuries that could take months to heal… neat. The joker is stuck in the box.

Then Tim stare back at this civilian with the NASA hoodie, the hood fell and this unassuming man did that- and he just picked up his scone from where he dropped them, and Tim doesn’t remember ever moving his feet towards the scone man and just stared at the entire scene.

Danny stared back at this tired dude very sheepishly like oh yeah so, do I have to call my lawyer? Because I have documented trauma and clowns triggered my instinct and the reflex just happened. And Tim was about to open his mouth before he got serve with a surprisingly laminated medial permit from the government state of Illinois, filed and sealed that states that “Daniel Jonathan Fenton” is not liable for any damages caused by PTSD reflex. Scone man pointing at his legal name on the document, like ah you can call me Danny, my sister filed this for me years ago.

Tim is already flipping through the whole thing and finding no signs of forgery or fraud at all, and he can spot them pretty good and he is just gobsmacked while scone man, sorry Danny- is eating a scone and offering the second one as compensation to Tim.

And Tim just took it.

“Huh, is it blueberry?”

“Oh yeah, I mean my sister, Jazz really likes the flavour and we were betting if any here is edib— oh no—I… I need to tell Jazz, wait I’ll call her then my lawyer and you said you’ll call the police.”

“I already did, don’t worry they’ll be here in a minute. And uh I’m Tim, not sure if I mentioned it—“

“Oh nice to meet you, Tim! Honestly, I just got here three days ago, actually just visiting my sister so this is really bad luck, besides who waves a weapon like that, no manners.”

“Oh? Say… Danny, do you have any plans after meeting your lawyer?”

“Huh— I mean, I guess get this over with, and deal with Jazz giving me a look.”

Hello I spent the past few years very slowly loosing my mind while making a very silly comic about getting isekai'd as a Digimon. It is free to read and only 59 pages.

I remember discussing Tintin casting choices with a friend from Germany and remarked how it was odd he often has an English accent in adaptations rather than a Belgian one, and my friend just replied "that's because Tintin gives incredibly strong English boy energy (derogatory)"

Here in the UK there's a lot of weird classism tied into accents. Today accent diversity and representation in broadcasting is actively pursued but in Tintin's time there certainly was a preferred accent to have.

I finished DS9 and here's my first offering to the fandom.