Danny: I May Not Have Parents At The Moment, But I Can Still Get By Fine On My Own, Red Robin.

Danny: “i may not have parents at the moment, but i can still get by fine on my own, Red Robin.”

Batman, through the comms: “you don’t have parents?”

Red Robin: “shit-“

Danny: “what? what’s going on?”

Batman: [*appears out of the shadows with adoption papers in hand*]

Danny: “nope.” [*starts sprinting away as fast as he can*]

War Day

After Danny was crowned he decided that the truce party had to have a counterpart, after all ghosts became friends mostly through battles, and he assumed that one day letting them fight wouldn't be a bad thing, it might even help stir up some grudges.

This was how High King Phantom, ruler of the infinite realms inaugurated the long-awaited "Day of War" or just "War Day", a moment when the Infinite Realms naturally became chaotic; alliances were allowed but it was not advisable to trust on them.

And of course, you were free not to participate, you just had to put a blue or green band on your arm, or a little green clock in the backyard of your haunt so the ghosts would leave you, your haunt or your territory in general alone.

Danny thought of it as some kind of giant paintball day, only with no paintballs and full of aggressive ghosts with various powers, it was especially exciting since everyone knew there would be no hard feelings after it and they would end up in the king's palace eating sweets as little children.

They usually celebrated it on a day close to any celebration related to death in human world, when their powers were especially powerful and therefore everyone could have more fun.

The problem was that since Danny had human friends (liminals?) who came to play, they didn't really consider it weird when some humans fell into the realms by a natural portal, and since they weren't wearing any blue or green arm bands they were definitely in the game.

For their part, the family of bats along with some League allies found themselves literally standing on a field of war where everyone seemed to be going for the kill, Jason was strangely excited about it, as was Damian.

When Dick asked one of the locals for an explanation, a guy on a motorbike threw him into the air laughing and yelled "LET THE HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!"

Your “jason has danny on speed dial” post gave me the amazing mental image of danny tapping every kidnapped bat/bird on the head, turning them intangible so their handcuffs or whatever fall off, and going “duck. duck. duck. duck.”

And then a henchman/guard comes in and danny yells “GOOSE”, blasts them through the wall, and then just turns back to jason and is like “for waking me up at 2 am you now owe me help on at least 2 english assignments” and then leaves

He continues calling every henchman goose and dick is getting progressively more upset at him not playing the game correctly

They’re The Same Picture

felt like drawing the Ekoda gang

♡

DP x DC Snippet

You cannot rest here

The words cycled through Jason's mind as he laid still in his bed. Pouring pure focus into his hearing, looking for one thing, anything that was out of place.

He couldn't find it, even as he pulled himself from his bed and glanced around his darken room. The only light avaliable was the moonlight peaking through his blinds.

This was his safe house. One even his family didn't quite know about. It was fresh and new. He hadn't used it after an encounter.

There should be no reason anyone was here.

But they were. He wasn't sure how he knew, and why that phrase was reverberating in his mind, but it was correct.

The air of his room felt wrong.

Something wasn't right. Even if he couldn't catch sight of what it was, he knew he wasn't alone. Arming himself, he quietly padded from the bedroom.

Eyes sweeping the areas around him for signs that weren't there. Someone, or something, was in here with him. Hidden from his sight, but not from him.

He's eyes finally landed on the object he found just a few nights prior. An intricate looking thermos, with vibrate green detailing.

The lid had been sealed tight, and a small button rested on the side of it. He'd been tempted to press the button on plenty of occasions, but something always stopped him.

He sweeped the room one last time before stopping by his coffee table. The cold metal resting heavy in his hands.

Jason's initial plan was to take the thermos to the batcave. Have Bruce check it over, and see if there was any insight on what was going on inside.

Now he wasn't so sure. Between the heavy feeling of being watched and in danger, he was certain this thermos had something to do with it.

Push it

He'd been hesitant, he had no clue what this device was. It could very easily be the thing cause his anxieties.

Except he was certain it wasn't. Not with the feeling that was radiating off the metal. Unlike every aspect of his apartment, the corners that screamed danger as he had walked through it.

This thermos screamed urgency. Almost hysteria for him to do something. Anything.

Maybe that's why he found his finger pressing down the small metal button. Hoping against all odds he was making the right choice.

The blinding light that filled his living room, left him doubtful in those moments.