Okay okay okay kindred theater kids yes but hear me out!
If they jumped into a different dimension imagine those musicals don’t even exist in DC?!!! So they just don’t explain, commit to the bit!!! And hey Danny doesn’t want to a hero anyway! This is a great cover story so that maybe he’d be left alone for once! (Cue Constantine panic lol.)
Also like hey! What Sam does with her life is her business!!!
Maybe they let Jason in on it after finding out he’s liminal and Jason is ecstatic! A whole other universe filled with unseen musicals!
Or maybe the musicals only exist in amity- feels like a place that would have Beetlejuice as a popular story lol!
Danny tucker and sam are board in their new Gotham apartment so with nothing to do they deside the most logical course of action
They reenacted the song say my name from beetlejuice the musical now they didn't really mean any harm just casual theatre teen fun
Too bad the bats only see a girl about to jump and 3 spectres offering help (one possibly a demon trying to get the girl to invoke his name 3 times)
I feel like I will add Booster Gold to the family … maybe … just because I know it’ll fuck with the JL heads.
Ghost Helpline
Like just-
Everyone running around trying to figure this shit out fucking freaking out about everything.
Booster takes one look at this “threat” Konstelacio: oh Konny!!! I wonder what she’s been up to lately hopefully not pulling anymore jobs for CW anymore last time I heard she was sentenced to community service or something
….
Booster what the fuck?????
Absolutely love it!!!! So cute!!!
Okay. I made one. This came into existence because of a conversation in the comment section in this little blurb:
I'm tagging @firedemongaming and @elvesandlanterns in this as well because I figured you two would like this and were a part of the convo that birthed my slightly sentient parfait.
I love Frostbite but Vlad and his cloning is right there XD especially cuz he owes Danny big time
Vlad: I’m not going to make your new brother a spleen
Danny: oh wow that’s disappointing almost as disappointing as (insert awful thing vlad did)
Vlad: …. Fine
He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.
“Uh.”
“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”
Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.
Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”
Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.
“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”
“Nope!”
“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”
Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.
“Deal.”
“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.
“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.
“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”
“What, you don’t have to do that.”
“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”
“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.
“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”
“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.
When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.
——
“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.
“Cass! What’s up?”
“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.
What…?
Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.
“Huh.”
“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”
“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.
“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.
“Woah!”
Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.
“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.
“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.
She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”
“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”
“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”
“Master Danny!”
Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”
Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.
But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?
Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.
Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.
——
“Cass? Why’d you call us?”
“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”
Cass paces.
“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.
“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”
“What.”
“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.
“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”
Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”
“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.
In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisection him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.
——
“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”
“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.
“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”
“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.
Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.
Seems like you guys like this idea but aren’t commenting suggestions.
So here are some of my ideas! Side characters mostly
Tell me what you guys like!
- Lex or Jimmy (Superman)
- Gordon (Batman)
- Etta Candy (WW)
- Carol (GL)
Ghost helpline
So… I feel like causing some misery…
Who should I infect with Vampire Fog????
Leave me your suggestions !!!
Bard (After pack bonding with Thranduil): I would die for you
Legolas(freaking out on the inside): please don’t Ada will be sad
Omg 😆 I love this I’m in a doctors office trying not to laugh my ass off!!! Just imagining Flashes reaction to being ‘right’!
This is based off @elvesandlanterns’s report of this post.
When Flash, told Bruce and literally everyone else about the photo, Bruce immediately wanted to see it. Why? Because if he could see it, he might be able to identify who this Freddy character is. If he identifies this Freddy, he could identify Marvel’s civilian counterpart. So, that was just what he did, or rather made Tim do.
Robin!Tim: “Hey, Junior?”
Junior: “Yeah?”
Robin!Tim: “Can I see that photo of Marvel and your dad?”
Junior: “Uh… Why? Also, again, Freddy’s not my dad.”
Robin!Tim: “It’s pretty obvious he is, man.”
Junior: “No, it’s not. You also still haven’t answered why.”
Robin!Tim: “I wanna see it because I’m curious about baby Marvel and baby Freddy.”
Junior: “Neither of them are babies though?”
Robin!Tim: “I’ll give you twenty bucks if I can see the photo.”
Junior: “Deal.” *fishes it out of his pocket dimension and hands it to him before taking the twenty bucks from Tim*
It was just a quick look for whatever reason, right? Thats why Freddy thought nothing of it, especially when offered the twenty. They could have groceries for months with this bill! They might even be able to get a treat for themselves with it. Billy’s birthday was coming up, maybe he could get him a cake? Or some fast food? Or a present? Maybe the Bulletman action figure he saw Billy eyeing in a store window? He wanted to get him something, he knew that.
Anyways, Tim guiltily snapped a couple pictures, feeling bad about going behind his friends back, and then sent them to Bruce a few minutes after handing the photo back to Junior.
Bruce immediately got to work, trying to match a names to the faces. He ended up having to switch to paper files and break into the city hall in Fawcett because neither boy would come up in an online database. That’s how he found Frederick Christopher Freeman and William Joseph Batson. Born in 1932 and 1933 respectively. Both Orphans. Both were likely on the streets after being orphaned. No known death date which suggests they could be alive, though it’s unlikely considering they’d be in their nineties and the asbestos in this town would’ve gotten to them already.
Though, considering that Marvel is still alive and young, this could paint a not so nice picture. Could Fredrick have grown old and died while Marvel had stayed young? Is that why he had the look of horror when he was mentioned? Is Fredrick actually Junior’s father? They certainly do look similar. It would also make sense as to why Cap was raising Junior. If this was his friend’s kid, he probably wouldn’t want him on the streets. But then how does Junior have Marvel’s powers? Can Marvel give powers willy-nilly? So many questions yet no answers.
Thankfully, he came across a news channel clip of Marvel saying that his powers were genetic. Billy made that up on the spot, not that Bruce would know.
Okay? So they are related, but how? Does that mean Junior is Marvel and Fredrick’s child? Lord, was Flash actually right about Fredrick and Marvel dating at some point? Wait, but if Junior is actually their kid, how was he born? Surrogacy? William- it’s strange to call the Captain that- has a sister, but she was pronounced dead. As for Fredrick, he had a brother but that’s it. They could’ve gotten someone random maybe? But then how would the kid look like Fredrick but have the Captain’s powers, was it magic? Can you do that? Can you have a magic pregnancy?? Bruce is falling down the rabbit hole and he can’t stop himself.
Eventually, he just went up to the pair and asked them directly.
Junior and Marvel: *talking*
Batman: “Captain? Could I ask you something?
Marvel: “Of course! What is it?”
Batman: “I…” *looks at Freddy for like three seconds before looking back to Marvel*
Marvel: *smiling*
Batman: “Is Junior yours and Fredrick Freeman’s biological son?”
Bruce has never heard a louder silence in his life. A clueless confusion could slowly be seen crossing Marvel’s face.
Marvel: “Wha-”
Junior: “Yup.” *nods his head*
Marvel: *looks over to him with the same horrified expression*
Batman: “Now, Marvel, there’s no need to look like that.” *reaches up to put and hand on Marvel’s shoulder* “Here at the Justice League we accept members of any race, religion, color, or sexual orientation.”
With that Batman left Billy and Freddy there. Billy’s jaw was already dropped, and as soon as Batman was out of sight, Freddy’s jaw dropped too.
Later…
Billy: “I can’t believe you said that!”
Freddy: “Dude, would you have rather wanted to explain that we’re two kids who got powers and decided to fight crime?”
Billy: “…No.”
Freddy: “That’s what I thought. Now here, take this.” *hands Billy a Bulletman action figure*
Billy: “What?!” *jaw drops* “Freddy where’d you get this?!”
Freddy: “I bought it, duh.”
Billy: “This is awesome!” *hugs the life out of Freddy*
Btw for this to work, somehow no one knows about the time bubble.
The first time billy meets Vlad, he has three quarters in his pocket and half a side of mash potatoes in his stomach and is over all content with life. The old man in front of him is surrounded by well hidden luxury and opportunity. And Billy had never met anyone more pathetically sad. But that’s not Billy’s problem.
He reminds himself of that as the man stares past him as if Billy is a ghost in his unused home. He reminds himself that it isn’t his problem as he walks around the man, heads to the laundry room and uses the man’s washing machine with the same pail of soap he started with months ago. Back when he had been naive enough to think the place was abandoned.
It’s not his problem, but for the first time since him and the gang split up,…. the gods in his head stop talking. And Billy already knows he’ll be back again tomorrow.
The first time he calls the man, Vlad, Dad they knew each other for two years but didn’t really know anything about each other. Not where it mattered apparently. It’s been two years and nether of them have aged a day.
It’s been two years and Billy wants to strangle the man. Because underneath /their/ house is an entire fucking hidden laboratory.
“What the fuck Dad!?”
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