Senator Burtoni Needs An Ambulance Less Than 10% Of The Way Through Amidalas Tongue Lashing

Senator Burtoni needs an ambulance less than 10% of the way through amidalas tongue lashing

Its the end of the Clone Wars. The chancellor is dead, Dooku has been defeated, and the CIS is opening to peace talks.

Senator Burtoni is trying to convince the senate to refuse peace talks, since her planet's main export is clone troopers.

...

Padme throws her shoe right at burtoni's head.

Then the other one.

Then her handmaidens' shoes

Then the shoes of people who happen to be nearby.

The whole time she's giving burtoni a tongue lashing.

...

The holonet falls in love

then somehow anakin pilots it down without any casualties.

Random side character: oh no! We've lost both engines and one of the wings!

Anakin, probably: we've got over half a ship left, we'll be fine.

me, ADHD: you know the little dude that narrates your thoughts?

Mom, not ADHD but with signs it came from her side of the family: yes, what about him

Dad: you mean myself? I make those words.

Me and mom: 😯

Palpatine: does sith magic

Fifteen different universes worth of anakin, obi wan, Luke,Leia, padme, shmi, ahsoka, rex, din, grogu, cody, fives, echo, chewie, and han pop into the same coruscant at the same time

Coruscant: is destroyed in the best and most chaotic ways possible

Danny dragged up another plastic wrapped body from the bay.

“It’s you. What are you doing?”

“Oh, holy smokes!” Danny screeched. “What-! Oh, it’s you! The litterer!”

Batman stood in front of Danny, cape draped around his shoulders and a far better sight to see than the last time Danny had seen the guy.

“… I’m Batman.” He introduced himself to Danny awkwardly.

“Uh huh. You missed a couple of things cleaning up the beach last time.” Danny dropped the body on the pebbled shore of the bay and crossed his arms. He sent Batman an unimpressed look. “You’re just like your city. There’s trash all over the water!”

Batman glanced down.

“That is a body.”

Danny scowled.

“No, that’s plastic. Plastic does not belong in the ocean.”

Batman sighed. For some reason, Danny thought he seemed less… antagonistic. Wait, did he think Danny killed the guy?!

“That is a body wrapped in plastic.”

Fuck it.

“If it was a body, then bury it. Or decompose it before you people decide to dump it into the water. Even the sharks have the decency to decompose when they’re dead. Do you know how long plastic takes to deteriorate??”

Batman glanced to the side, where the line of plastic wrapped masses had caught his eye to begin with.

“I do. Did all of these come from the bay?”

“Quite obviously, yes. I don’t have enough time to clean the waters! Ancients, it’s like they’re multiplying!” Danny knew why they were multiplying. It’s because Gothamites were getting murdered and dumped weekly. The problem is that Danny has classes and assignments to complete and he couldn’t be out here every week.

“I’ll handle it.”

“Oh, will you? And how do you plan on doing that when you couldn’t even properly clean the beach of your plane? I even stacked it up nicely for you to pick up!”

Alright, so maybe Danny had a couple of grudges. Like… a solid one that’s based on the hours of sleep he missed cleaning up after Batman and the wreck.

“We didn’t get everything?”

“No.” Danny huffed. “Whatever. Just figure out what to do with these bodies. I was not looking forward to digging graves for all of them.”

“You were going to dig graves for them?” Batman sounded off.

Danny scowled again. “I’m dead, genius.” And now Batman looked like someone ran over his dog. “Respecting the dead is important and graves are important for the dead. How else would we know we’re remembered?”

Danny threw up his hands. “Humans,” he muttered, like he wasn’t half human himself.

“Anyways, I’m leaving. Handle this properly or else I’m haunting you.”

“Wait-!” Batman said, but Danny had already disappeared.

So, while Batman had an angst crises at two thirty in the morning and thirty new unidentified corpses to contend with, Danny Fenton flew back to his apartment and passed out on his shitty couch.

——

“You need to stop.”

“Pay me to stop, then. What are your villains going to do? Kill me? I’d like to see them try.”

Danny looked Batman right in his lenses and plopped another body down at the man’s feet.

“I can tell you who they are for a fee.” Danny offered the vigilante. “Some of these still have shades of their souls attached still.”

“What.”

Danny tilted his head, moon once more lighting a halo of flickering white flames around his head. “$100 per identity.”

Batman stared.

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