Community Service Is Punching Your Local Neo-Nazi

This is me when I read:

Here's the cover for the Legends & Lattes graphic novel adaptation that my friend Shanti and I have been making over the last year! I'm super excited that this was just announced, and should be available to cozy up with this fall. :)

Apparently there isn’t much news coverage of this outside of the islands

Towns are flooded, homes destroyed and collapsed, roads collapsed, lives at risk, gas leaks from the flood damage

Haleiwa and Waialua are currently evacuated because the 120 year old dam is at risk of bursting

Mind you that damn is owned by Dole. Theyve known about it needing to be fixed for years and years and years. Despite having more than enough money they refuse

The state has been trying to buy it out from them for years so they can fix it, but the sale hasn’t gone through

Keep in mind that the Dole family were the ones who illegally imprisoned Queen Liliuʻokalani and illegally overthrew the monarchy.

If I see another goddamn person say how sad this is for the tourists whose “trips were ruined” and compare a messed up vacation to people losing their homes, belongings, and livelihoods, I’m going to lose my mind

I am so lucky that my family or friend’s are safe and the few whose houses flooded didnt have it too bad, but so so so many were not as fortunate

If you haven’t heard anything about this until now, I suggest looking into it

The sirens didn’t go off until the flood had been going on for hours. Our state government is spending so much money on a fucking monorail we don’t need rather than fixing the infrastructure.

It’s been the locals and Kanaka doing the most to help get people to safety from the start

I don’t really know how to end this

I just need to know people are aware

1. I am in a loving, happy relationship where we value and respect each other’s opinion

2. I am using this as an excuse to get out of something I don’t want to do (sorry habibi)

"My liege you cannot attend that gathering, you have promised that evening to rituals of appeasement" (you promised you would rest and take some time just for yourself)

"My liege, there are worrying rumors about their trust and capability" (Last time they tried to plan something, it fell apart and you had to plan it last minute)

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Do you all remember that episode of Danny Phantom where he finds out the “last male” purple gorilla is actually female and basically saves the entire species? (Yes, you do).

So. Consider this:

What if after that whole incident Danny realizes it wasn’t a one-off. It wasn’t just ghost empathy or a fluke. He actually understands animals. Like—full comprehension. Not vibes. Not guesswork. Actual body language processing.

At first he thinks it’s just ghost-adjacent nonsense. Some weird liminal side effect of being half-dead. But then he starts noticing patterns. Birds arguing about territory. Stray dogs giving eyewitness accounts. Rats with municipal-level gossip networks.

And once he severs ties with Amity Park (because let’s be honest, that town does not deserve him), he doesn’t go full broody hermit. He does something smarter.

Sam absolutely clocks the ethical implications immediately.

“Danny, this isn’t just a power. This is regulatory leverage.”

So with her pushing him (and probably handling the paperwork because you know he would not), he goes legit. Registers as a consultant. Animal behavioral analysis, ecological assessment, investigative audits. Zoos. Factory farms. Research facilities. Private estates.

Except he’s not analyzing behavior.

He’s taking testimony.

And suddenly exposés start dropping. Facilities shut down. Conditions improve overnight because word spreads fast in human spaces when a meta-human can walk into a building and say, very calmly:

“The tigers would like to discuss your ventilation system.”

He becomes a little famous. Not flashy Justice League famous. More like whispered-in-elite-circles famous. The kind of person corporations get nervous about.

Which is how he ends up in Gotham.

Cut to:

Danny standing in front of Wayne Manor after speaking to one of the Wayne pets.

He’s polite. Unbothered.

“Hi. So. Your bats asked me to visit.”

And somewhere deep in the Batcave, several hundred bats are absolutely losing their minds because FINALLY someone is listening.

Bruce is suspicious. Obviously.

Danny is just there like, “Sir, your microchiroptera community has notes. Mostly about the acoustics. Also one of them thinks you’re emotionally constipated.”

And honestly?

That’s how the Wayne family gets a consultant who doesn’t need hacking skills to uncover secrets.

"Wait? What? Tell me i didnt just hear that right, Timbo."

"Not joking. I set up some surveillance equipment down there after the last confrontation with Ra's, just stuff to tip us off if someone was poking down there. I checked it just now and well. Listen for yourself."

Tim connects his com to the feed from his equipment, everyone on the line heard the sound of Britney Spears, a club remix of Oops I Did it Again, playing with the sound of voices laughing and cheering.

"Is someone... throwing a party at gothams lazarus pit?" Steph asks, voice quivering with delight at the propsect.

"Red Robin-" Bruce began.

"Dont even think it, B." Jason interrupted. " If anyone is going to go crash this party its me."

"Hey! I should be the one to *spoil* the fun." Steph argues.

"Race ya there!" Tim said, shooting out his grapple and flying towards the entrance to the Lazarus Pit.

Bruce tries to tell them not to engage without more information, but everyone who was out on the streets that night were rushing to see who would be insane enough to party deep underground next to a radioactive pit.

Tim, having been the closest, arrived at the entrance before anyone else. He quickly jimmied free the sewer cover that lead down into gothams underground. He hopped down and navigated through the twisting sewer paths, going deeper down. About halfway down he could hear the music without needing his bugs.

Tim was struck dumb and speechless when he got to the entrance. The entire cavern had been transformed. There were lights along the walls and floor giving it a club atmosphere. Someone had drilled a disco ball into the ceiling right above the glowing green pit, it spun around sending green lights dancing through the entire cave. The room was filled with people, some human and some very much not. There was a red velvet rope dividing the guests with the humans on the left and the glowing not humans on the right near the pit

To the far left there was a stage with a DJ, a dark skinned man wearing a beret was playing music from tow huge speakers making the entire room vibrate. Next to that there was a makeshift bar set up, with a white woman wearing exceedingly gothic attire making drinks.

The humans were getting drinks at the bar while the glowing aliens(?) were just dunking their glasses into the pit and chugging the lazarus waters.

"What the hell am i seeing right now?" Steph demanded, speaking from right behind Tim and making him flinch.

"Spoiler, report."

"Well B." Steph said with a savage grin. "Looks like its someone's birthday."

Steph pointed to the right and sure enough there was banner hanging along the wall, it was neon green and read in purple letters "Happy 21st Birthday Phantom".

"Excuse me." A prim voice said. Tim watched as a woman with orange red hair walked right up to them. "Im sorry, but i cant let you in to the party without ID."

"I'm Red Robin."

"And? The permit i got from Gotham City Hall requires that i have proof that everyone here is over 21. Either give me that or im going to ask you to leave."