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“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

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“So let me get this straight.”

Danny stared at the group of vigilantes in front of him, a look of utter disbelief etched onto his face.

“Batman had a baby with Catwoman, she hid it from him, gave the baby up for adoption, and that baby is me. And you’re all here because Batman’s other ex also had a hidden pregnancy, but she’s a homicidal maniac who wants to make sure her son is the only blood child because of some weird cult rules?”

If they’d been in a cartoon, there’s be crickets chirping. He continued, voice growing less disbelieving and more angry as he went.

“And because some cult wants to kill me, I have to give up my whole life, cut off all contact with my family and friends, go live in a state 900 miles away, and stay cooped up— for an unknown amount of time— in Bruce Wayne’s mansion, because that’s who Batman really is.”

A stilted silence filled the room of the safe house Danny had been dragged to a few hours ago, sans the unnecessarily long explanation he’d just summarized.

After a few more moments, Nightwing stepped forward and smiled gently at him an oh, that rankled Danny. He did not need whatever kid gloves the guy was about to pull on. Before Bluebell had a chance to open his mouth, Danny channeled his inner Jazz and raised his hand for silence. Nightwing paused, and Danny proceeded to give them all a single, flat, unimpressed look, and then stated factually,

“I’m not leaving, I’m not staying with yet another frootloop billionaire, and I’m not in the least concerned with dying. So. You can all go back to where you belong, I’ll stay here, where I belong, and if any cultist come knocking I’ll deal with them just like I’ve been dealing with every other threat in this town the last six months: alone. Because apparently the entire Justice League is too busy to respond to calls for help about inter-dimensional threats popping in and out of my parents basement on a daily basis.”

… Okay, so Danny may have been yelling a bit by the end, but it was justified! And oh, Danny really wished his life was a cartoon right now, because that cricket chirping would be been perfect. He’s pretty sure he broke a few of them. Nightwing looked ready to cry.

Good. Danny was too tired to deal with this sh*t.

Thanks to the whole Pariah Dark thing last month, Danny was apparently immortal now anyways, so even if the cult people managed to completely destroy his body, he’d just reform in the Zone. Because he was now connected to it, and only another ghost could End him like he had Pariah, because of some weird dimensional rules. Apparently, since humans couldn’t rule the Infinite Realms, they just, like… didn’t qualify to kill him. That went for aliens, demons, gods, and other non-human beings of sentience.

So Danny’s got that going for him at least. About time something useful came outta this whole disaster of a school year.

But he’d gotten off track. Before him stood a truly ridiculous number of vigilantes, and they all looked like he’d just slapped them with a fish and then played violin with it. For a few minutes, Danny just basked in the stuttering and bewildered looks, before he noticed Nightwing drawing himself up in righteous determination and decided that yeah, he was done now.

At this point, being a dramatic a**hole to people (or ghosts) who were annoying him was just second nature, so he straightened to attention, raised his hand in a salute, and then let himself sink through the floor, perfectly stoic.

The stuttering turned to panicked shouts, and Danny’s last view of his apparent siblings was a few people lunging for him and missing, winding up tangled together on the carpet.

‘Ahhhh, yesss, I will treasure that memory always! Ah well, time to get home! Maybe I should scout out for those cult people, mess around with them. Maybe follow them back sometime, meet my half-brother. That could be fun, me and Ellie can make a road trip of it this summer! Maybe by then, the Justice Losers will have gotten their heads out as their butts.’

Meanwhile, back at the safe house, several frantic calls were being made about the dimensional threats and the League of Assassins and the possibly meta human, definitely vigilante brother.

Amity Park was about to get a lot more chaotic.

Short DPXDC Prompts #733

Tim is so tired. He hasn’t slept in days and the amount of caffeine in his system is approaching toxic levels. Desperate and making a series of poor decision from severe sleep deprivation; He summons the Ghost King to make a deal where he never has to sleep again.

Short DPXDC Prompts #733

Tim is so tired. He hasn’t slept in days and the amount of caffeine in his system is approaching toxic levels. Desperate and making a series of poor decision from severe sleep deprivation; He summons the Ghost King to make a deal where he never has to sleep again.

Error!MK now has a backstory!! (A hopefully decent backstory LMAO- I just mixed Error!Sans’s backstory and the destiny stuff from LMK)

BASICALLY— in another world MK denies his destiny (not the one LBD talks about, but his ACTUAL scripted destiny), with him not going along the path laid out for him, it corrupts MK’s world—including himself.

He learns to not question/mess with destiny again afterwards.

[PT.2 of my Error!MK AU yippee]

Error!MK now has a backstory!! (A hopefully decent backstory LMAO- I just mixed Error!Sans’s backstory and the destiny stuff from LMK)

BASICALLY— in another world MK denies his destiny (not the one LBD talks about, but his ACTUAL scripted destiny), with him not going along the path laid out for him, it corrupts MK’s world—including himself.

He learns to not question/mess with destiny again afterwards.

[PT.2 of my Error!MK AU yippee]

Hey for your LMK time travel story (if your still doing asked for it) does MK get to meet SWK’s group what does he think of them and what do they think of him thank you for your time

Hi there,

After SWK meets him and it's decided yes this is out kid, no we don't know where he came from SWK decides to take him to make his uncles. Mac is annoyed he still doesn’t like them but

MK: 'Hey come on he got to hang out with your friend for ages I want him to meet mine'

All of them are shocked 'Oh my gods he's a parent' and the horror that comes with this idea.

Tripitaka also gets annoyed at SWK when he realises who the six eared Macaque was and gives the don't kill people speech to SWK and also wants to meet his brother-in-law when the others not trying to kill him.

MK is overwhelmed as it's all the heroes form JTTW and also so similar to Sandy, Pigsy and Tang but not....MK also starts matchmaking Bajie and Tang because it's so similar to Pigsy and Tang before they got together... it's painful and obvious.

Dumb LMK fic prompt, where MK gets thrown back in time to post JTTW time(magic also giving him a monkey form because reasons)

He ends up being found by PIF who takes one look at him and is like ‘Are you fucking kidding me that FUCKING SIMIAN KNOCKED UP MACAQUE!’ MK is trying to explain that he is not the Monkey King and Mac’s kid but PIF is not buying it he does look way too much like the two of them in Monkie form and having the Monkey Kings powers…PIF is 110% convinced he is the Monkey Kings kid… he tries explaining that he’s the Monkey Kings successor and was human and is from the future…PIF just thinks he must have hit his head or something and is confused but is undeniably Mac and SWK’s kid.

MK is kinda scared she’s going to kill him but

PIF: THAT ABSOULTE BASTARD NOT ONLY DID HE KILL MY BEST FRIEND

MK:Wait your what?

PIF:AND HIS MATE

MK:…WAIT WHAT?

PIF:BUT HE ALSO KNOCKED HIM UP FIRST! AND NEITHER TOLD ME! UGH I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS

MK: Because it’s not true but sorry what did you say about the Monkey king and Macaque being ma…

PIF:I TOLD LIU ER A MILLION TIMES HE COULD SO MUCH BETTER AND NOW, OH I AM GOING TO MARCH DOWN INTO HELL AND DRAG THAT MORON OUT

MK:No sorry please go back Monkey king and Macaque were what now?

PIF instead of killing him just drags very confused MK back explaining that he’s basically part of the family and she is not letting him go back to his ‘deadbeat simian dumbass’ of a father that she’s getting Mac back finding a way to get DBK out and then they’ll find someone worthy to set his other father up with no matter what he says because clearly his taste is the worst.

MK is just so confused… things get worse when he meets younger Red Son, who instantly falls head over heels for MK and MK is very embarrassed and awkward and somehow ends up letting DBK out because he moves the staff and now he’s freaking out about space time continuum and dealing with PIF matchmaking him and Red Son and everyone thinking he’s Mac and SWK’s kid.

SWK is very very confused by the angry letters he’s getting from PIF calling him deadbeat and threatening to castrate him he feels like he should be worried.

The court of heaven see MK and are like ‘…FUCK WHEN DID SUN WUKONG HAVE A KID?’ and then ‘Wait doesn’t this kid look the six eared…OH FUCK’ the court of heaven freaking out over 1)SWK having a kid who seems to have his powers oh no oh no oh no (The Jade emperor is hyperventilating and hiding under his desk) 2)SWK BEING A PARENT! And 3) SWK’s mate being dead….

It’s kinda decided very quickly that the six eared Macaque was the more rational one….apart from the unpleasantness at the end… that the court of heaven still feel awkward about cause they were meant to send someone to tell the Monkey kings mate about what was going on but sort of ….forgot (times weird and by the time someone figured it out… it was to late) so they pull some strings and Macaque is back alive.

Court of heaven: Hey sorry about all that um… please go make sure your kid doesn’t wage war on heaven…please

Mac:…

Mac:My what now?

Bonus

PIF:Oh you idiot I told you that Simian was the worst oh I’m so glad your back

PIF:…oh my the way your kids engaged to my son

Mac:…I’m sorry my WHAT NOW?

About Damian and Danny as twins or brothers

I want one were Danny is mad with Damian, because Damian in the league si very different that Damian in the batfamily

So perhaps Damian killed him or treat him badly and Danny is mad at him

Damian thought Danny was dead, and is trying to apologize for all of it but Danny is not wanting nothing to have a relationship with him.

And the rest of the batfamily is divided on supporting Damian or Danny

Oooooo. That got my little gears turning and before I knew it, I'd popped out this little number:

"Danyal."

"Save it," the boy retorted. "I'm not here to mess with you and your little pretend family. I wouldn't even be here at all if grandfather hadn't suddenly taken an interest in me. Once I heal, I'll deal with the League myself and be out of your hair."

Damian looked hurt at his statement. Hurt. How dare he? After everything he'd put Danny through when they were kids.

The anger boiling in his chest turned into more venom and he spat "Why are you so surprised? You didn't think this was gonna be some sort of tear felt reunion didja? In case you forgot-" Danny said lifting up his shirt- "The last time we saw each other, you stabbed me."

The jagged line next to his heart was plain for all to see. Danny caught the eldest of Damian's "brothers" gasping. The older man standing off to the side, his father, had a look of horror on his face. Good, let them know the type of demon his brother was.

"Remind me. What was it you told me as you slide your sword in my chest? Oh right. I was weak. The 'inferior' twin. Destined to die so I might as well get it over with."

There was a palpable silence in the room before Damian spoke. "Danyal I-"

"I must say," Danny interrupted. No way was he giving him a chance to speak. "It took a couple of years but you finally got your wish."

The boy's long lost twin was stricken with pain and confusion but he didn't care. Danny already had a family. A sister and two eccentric parents. That was all he needed. And judging by the people lining the entryway of the dining room where Danny had been bandaged, Damian had his own family too. Fine whatever. So Dami had grown up to learn of love and family. How touching. How infuriating. It didn't matter anymore. The hopes of the two ever being brothers were destroyed years ago, when his twin left him bleeding out on the training room floor.

Short DPXDC Prompts #651

Danny is the Cool School Nurse™ You just want to lay down for a few minutes? Absolutely fine. Need some ice? Yeah sure! Need to get stitches but going to the ER is too expensive? Danny can sew up your injury with frightening speed. Need to set a bone? Shhh don’t tell the principal but Danny gotchu. Just hold still.

Short DPXDC Prompts #651

Danny is the Cool School Nurse™ You just want to lay down for a few minutes? Absolutely fine. Need some ice? Yeah sure! Need to get stitches but going to the ER is too expensive? Danny can sew up your injury with frightening speed. Need to set a bone? Shhh don’t tell the principal but Danny gotchu. Just hold still.

Love Spell fanfic idea

DP x DC fanfiction idea named "Love Spell" that I have been mulling over the past couple of weeks.

Klarion x Danny shipping (Chaotic Spirits) story, because why not and it would be fun to write about the chaos these two could cause.

Took some inspiration from this, this, bit of this and this.

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Danny really didn’t know whatever he should laugh, cry or flip the nearest table he could get his hands on. He never really thought highly of the Justice League to begin with, hell, you would be hard-pressed to find anybody in Amity Park who did nowadays.

But this… this could just as well take the metaphorical cake of bullshit that has been piling up over the past three years.

He took a deep, measured breath before focusing back on his boyfriend. His sweet, lovable, very-much-chaotic-immortal-man-child of a boyfriend.

“...They think I’m what now?”

On the other side of this conversation sat Klarion, the witch boy extraordinaire, who was combing his slender fingers delicately through his precious familiar’s fur as he watches his beloved having a hard time grasping at the situation. And since he thought of himself to be a rather fantastic boyfriend, he repeated what he said.

“The League of Simpletons have somehow gotten in their heads that I must have enthralled you in one way or another in order to get my hands on some ultimate power, as part of my apparently evil master plan.”

Danny took another breath, this was just getting ridiculous. But then again what else was new, these people really knew how to make a mountains out of a molehills. Even Wes didn’t have this severe of an apophenia, he at least ended up being right more often than not.

“So they think you’ve put me under a love spell or something?”

Klarion merely shrugged in mock-helplessness. “Apparently you wouldn’t be dating me otherwise.” In all honesty he probably shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he currently is, but he couldn’t help himself.

His ever present smirk widened when his beloved Starlight’s face twitched in irritation. “For Ancient’s sake… seriously?” A simple nod was enough for Danny to want to throw the next Justice Idiot who was stupid enough to come close to Amity Park’s boarders through the nearest window!

Calm down Danny, calm down. Just remember Jazz’s breathing exercise. One… two… three…

…

Wait a minute… would that mean- no way in hell way they’ve been…

“Wait a minute- Is that the fucking reason why they’ve constantly been ruining our dates these past few months!?”

Another nod.

Yeah, fuck being calm and shit, ya boy is absolutely livid! All this time they were doing it on fucking purpose!! He so is going to burn all of their ugly ass capes and dye all their ugly ass costumes pink! Better yet, he’ll paint their entire HQ with the most obnoxious and clashing colours possible.

Klarion let the halfa rage about for a good moment before interjecting. It wouldn’t do to have the lounge destroyed, especially when that energy could be used on something else he has in mind.

“We could have fun with this you know, at their expense.”

Danny stopped in his track and turned his inquiry gaze towards Klarion. He knows that smile and it could only mean trouble, trouble which he was more than willing to partake in. A smirk of his own began to grace his lips. “What do you have in mind exactly?”

Once again Klarion was reminded why he’s dating this gorgeous creature in the first place. Trust him to be able to match his chaotic nature despite his hero persona.

“Oh you are going to love it, my dear.”

Love Spell fanfic idea

DP x DC fanfiction idea named "Love Spell" that I have been mulling over the past couple of weeks.

Klarion x Danny shipping (Chaotic Spirits) story, because why not and it would be fun to write about the chaos these two could cause.

Took some inspiration from this, this, bit of this and this.

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Danny really didn’t know whatever he should laugh, cry or flip the nearest table he could get his hands on. He never really thought highly of the Justice League to begin with, hell, you would be hard-pressed to find anybody in Amity Park who did nowadays.

But this… this could just as well take the metaphorical cake of bullshit that has been piling up over the past three years.

He took a deep, measured breath before focusing back on his boyfriend. His sweet, lovable, very-much-chaotic-immortal-man-child of a boyfriend.

“...They think I’m what now?”

On the other side of this conversation sat Klarion, the witch boy extraordinaire, who was combing his slender fingers delicately through his precious familiar’s fur as he watches his beloved having a hard time grasping at the situation. And since he thought of himself to be a rather fantastic boyfriend, he repeated what he said.

“The League of Simpletons have somehow gotten in their heads that I must have enthralled you in one way or another in order to get my hands on some ultimate power, as part of my apparently evil master plan.”

Danny took another breath, this was just getting ridiculous. But then again what else was new, these people really knew how to make a mountains out of a molehills. Even Wes didn’t have this severe of an apophenia, he at least ended up being right more often than not.

“So they think you’ve put me under a love spell or something?”

Klarion merely shrugged in mock-helplessness. “Apparently you wouldn’t be dating me otherwise.” In all honesty he probably shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he currently is, but he couldn’t help himself.

His ever present smirk widened when his beloved Starlight’s face twitched in irritation. “For Ancient’s sake… seriously?” A simple nod was enough for Danny to want to throw the next Justice Idiot who was stupid enough to come close to Amity Park’s boarders through the nearest window!

Calm down Danny, calm down. Just remember Jazz’s breathing exercise. One… two… three…

…

Wait a minute… would that mean- no way in hell way they’ve been…

“Wait a minute- Is that the fucking reason why they’ve constantly been ruining our dates these past few months!?”

Another nod.

Yeah, fuck being calm and shit, ya boy is absolutely livid! All this time they were doing it on fucking purpose!! He so is going to burn all of their ugly ass capes and dye all their ugly ass costumes pink! Better yet, he’ll paint their entire HQ with the most obnoxious and clashing colours possible.

Klarion let the halfa rage about for a good moment before interjecting. It wouldn’t do to have the lounge destroyed, especially when that energy could be used on something else he has in mind.

“We could have fun with this you know, at their expense.”

Danny stopped in his track and turned his inquiry gaze towards Klarion. He knows that smile and it could only mean trouble, trouble which he was more than willing to partake in. A smirk of his own began to grace his lips. “What do you have in mind exactly?”

Once again Klarion was reminded why he’s dating this gorgeous creature in the first place. Trust him to be able to match his chaotic nature despite his hero persona.

“Oh you are going to love it, my dear.”