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The Cindy Masterpost
Iāll edit and reblog this with updates as I post new bits of the Cinderella story Iām working on, but for now, here are all the current chapters out:
Part One (In Which Things Would Be Simpler If The Prince Was A Horny Piece of Shit)
Part Two (In Which No Rats Were Harmed In The Making Of These Horses)
Part Three (The OG post which technically is kind of told out of order because thereās a reblog and like, look, I could see this was becoming a thing, but I didnāt think it would be a thing-thing but now itās a thing-thing and I have to deal with it. I mean Iām writing a masterpost for cryinā out loud)
Part Four (In Which Cindy and the Fairy Godmother Run from the Cops)
Part Five (In Which The Prince Begins His Investigation While The Narrator yells About Foot Fetishes Because look Iām sick of that joke Iām SO FUCKING SICK of that joke itās so fucking unoriginal.)
Part SixĀ Ā (In which we meet The Queen because fuck you she was alive in the Rogers and Hammerstein version)
Part SevenĀ (In which news of the slipper is spread throughout the kingdom and the narrator talks about this one time when they passed out at a Dickens fair and thatās totally definitely relevant.)
Part Eight (In Which the narrator wants to include more slapstick but is also wary about all the implications with regards to class differences and also the slipper is a non-euclidean object which defies all rules of mass and physics.)
Part Nine (In which Cindy is every drunk girl who has ever comforted you in a bar or club bathroom)
Part Ten (In which Cindy has no interest in being that wife chained up in the attic in Jane Eyre)
Part Eleven (In which tasty pies are consumed and also maybe the slipper fits someone or whatever)
Part Twelve (In which we meet the parents)
Part Thirteen (In which Cindy is going to be okay but also itās not a fairy tale unless the ending has at least a little bit of threatening ambiguity towards the audience)
UPDATE: The story is now complete, and uploaded to AO3!!
UPDATE: There have been several specially requested chapters that are now included here:
Smoky Tea: An expansion on the first meeting of the King and Queen.
Ballās In Your Court: Further notes on the King and Queenās romance
Orphan Tears: A Fairy Godmother-centric paralogue.
The Hunt:Ā A short conversation between Cindy and the King
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What Iād give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when youāre in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and youāre not weak if you canāt escape by yourself
Iāve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into āprincesses is saved by a prince and nothing elseā, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because sheās a strong female character! (Implying if youāre in a bad situation, itās because youāre not strong enough to get out)
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When Damian died by the heratic, he woke up as a ghost in the Infinite Realms.
From there, the 10 year old murdered ghost of a child meets Ellie Phantom.
12 year old Ellie Phantom really wants a younger sibling. There's no way her Dad, with his protection obsession, wouldn't see this child ghost and adopt him immediately.
He's the biggest motherhen, she swears.
Everything's pretty great with the Phantom Family until Damian gets revived by the chaos shard. Well, partially anyway.
Now, the King is furiously looking for his son.
Reverse halfa Damian. He goes from ghost to half-alive
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I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT
To prove something to a friend, please
REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DONāT BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES
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Danny sees a blond, middle aged man sitting on the curb, letting nasty puddle water spray him from passing cars as he drinks from a straightup liquor bottle.
Danny feels bad for the guy, but also he's creeping the student population out and that's the main sidewalk pretty much everyone uses.
So he walks up to him, gives him a tentative shoulder pat, and says "Sir, I'm sorry, but you're freaking everyone out, can you go brood on the other side of the street? There's some overhangs there!"
The man drops the bottle, staring at his own hands. Then he redirects his wide-eyed stare to Danny's hands. Then Danny's face.
"Kid what in the bloody fuck did you just do?"
The man reaches for Danny, Danny leans away in alarm, and Dash punches the guy so hard he's knocked out.
"Didn't your parents ever teach you stranger danger, Fenturd?"
"Come on, man, don't ask that; you know they didn't." Kwan says, jogging up and forcibly steering Danny away from the man and gently shoving him at Sam and Tucker.
They don't like Danny, but Amity Parkers protect Amity Parkers from creepy out-of-towners.
Or; John Constantine is having a pity party after getting so drunk he teleported into a weirdly big city in bumfuck nowhere Illinois, gets touched by some kid who broke his soul contracts and all his curses with a single shoulder pat, and gets knocked out by a football player.
Now with the contracts that granted him his powers as a warlock fucking canceled, he's gotta find that kid and also a new patron before his enemies realize he's up shit creek.
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Soulmark AU + Sleeping Beauty ; requested by @candeartist422!
For the last few years, Dukeās been waiting for his soulmate to die.
It sounds cruel to say it that way. But the waiting is more painful, he thinks, than just mourning a lost love. Itās not like most people ever meet their soulmates anyways; his parents werenāt meant to be, but they still loved each other and had a life together. He wishes he could turn his focus away from his soulmate, but Duke is a romantic at heart and has always wanted to find the other half of his soul.
But since he was fourteen, his soulmark has dulled, fading in and out of color. What was once a vibrant blue crystal star, with eight points and a swirl of watercolor hues around it, dimmed more and more until Duke was sure he was watching his soulmate die slowly.Ā
His soulmate didnāt die then. Whoever they are got better, his soulmark gaining color, but it never went back to the way it was. For years after, Duke would check at the beginning and end of each day, keeping track of when it faded and when it regained its color.Ā
He thought his soulmate was sick. In and out of hospitals, fighting to stay alive.
And then it went nearly colorless.Ā
Duke doesnāt remember much about that day. He knows he woke up, brushed his teeth, the lifted up his shirt to check his soulmark in the mirror. The blue was almost completely gone, the star on his left hipbone nearly gray with how colorless it was. He started at it for a moment, shocked, and reality slid away from him as he retreated into the safety of his mind, fully dissociating.Ā
Bruce had found him when Duke didnāt show up for breakfast. He held him and offered quiet words of comfort that Duke couldnāt understand, but just having someone with him lessened the hurt of losing his soulmate.Ā
Seeing the color come back the next day, faint as it was, hurt even more.
A year later, Duke still canāt break the habit of checking his soulmark twice a day. It hasnāt changed at all, still faint and dim, but carrying just enough color to show that his soulmate was still alive. At the very least, they were still breathing, but his chance of ever meeting them is basically zero. Still, he canāt help but hope, wishing that he could meet them even once before they die and leave him forever.Ā
āSame as ever,ā he murmurs to himself as he brushes his thumb against his soulmark. Heās terrified that heās forgotten how beautiful the blue of it was when his soulmate was healthy.Ā
Duke doesnāt let himself think on it too much anymore. Though his thoughts often turn to his soulmate during quiet moments like these, the busy nature of Gotham is usually more than enough to pull his attention back to the here and now. Thereās no use in obsessing over his soulmate anyways; theyāre just going to die, sooner or later, and Duke knows heāll never get to meet them. Theyāll just be another empty space in his life, right next to his parents.Ā
āCome on, Thomas, focus,ā he tells himself firmly, then gets dressed and heads down to the kitchen for breakfast.
The manor is quiet. It usually is in the mornings, with everyone from the night shift dead asleep and trying to get as much rest as they can before they have to start their day. Not that many of them stay in the manor these days; Duke and Damian are the only permanent residents at the moment, but Steph usually stays half with her mom and half in the manor during the summers when sheās home from college, and the others drop in whenever they feel like it.Ā
Bruce lives more in the Batcave than the manor, so he doesnāt really count. Itās also why Duke is surprised to see Bruce awake and dressed like a normal person, drinking coffee in the kitchen as if this is a normal occurrence.Ā
āMorning,ā Duke offers.
āGood morning, Duke,ā Bruce replies. āSleep well?ā
āWell enough. Alfred out or something?ā
āHe may have kicked me out of the Batcave to clean it up a bit,ā Bruce answers tiredly. āWant me to make breakfast?ā
Duke has heard the horror stories of Bruceās attempts to make edible food in a kitchen. In the interest of not dealing with food poisoning, Duke shakes his head quickly and says, āNah, itās fine. I was kinda wanting to eat out for breakfast. Get out there as me, and not a mask, you know?ā
āMind if I join you? Alfred may forgive me for not sleeping if I willingly go outside.ā
Duke laughs. āSure man, as long as you pay.ā
āIāll drive, too.ā
āWhat, donāt trust me behind a wheel?ā
Bruce gives him a tired look, eyes dead and dull. āI have taught all my children how to drive. The day I willingly let them take the wheel when I am not actively dying is the day Iāve been replaced by a robot clone of myself who doesnāt know better yet.ā
āThat isā¦ very specific. Is that a thing you usually worry about?ā
āIām Batman. I have to worry about everything.ā
Yeah, that tracks. Duke wouldnāt be surprised if he has at least five contingency plans for that scenario, should it ever happen. āWell,ā he says, āRight now, all you need to worry about is having your wallet and driving us down to The Foodie Nook. Iāve been craving their breakfast plates for ages.ā
Bruce doesnāt object to his choice of restaurant and follows Duke down to the garage, grabbing a random set of keys and pointing it out to the many cars he owns. One near the front blinks its lights as it unlocks and Duke cheerfully tosses himself into the passenger seat as Bruce opens the garage door.Ā
The drive into Gotham is smooth. They donāt hit traffic until they reach the bridge that leads into the city proper, taking them away from the quiet of Bristol. The morning is busy, but not enough that Duke worries about being out as the Signal to help keep the peace. Itās a normal type of busy, one borne from people going about their lives, feeling safe enough to go out.Ā
The Foodie Nook is entirely local and very popular, so the parking lot is nearly full. But they expanded their space last year, which means he and Bruce donāt have to sit outside while they wait to grab a table. Bruce keeps conversation light and casual, well aware of the many listening ears around them, and itās nice, feeling normal for once.Ā
Well, as normal as life can be with Bruce Wayneā¢. The server who comes to lead them to a table realizes who sheās talking to after she gets a proper look at them while holding open the door and promptly stutters over her words.Ā
āNo need for any special treatment,ā Bruce laughs lightly, āWeāre just here for breakfast. Nothing special.ā
āOf course,ā she replies, cheeks red. āUm, right this way! Weāve got a table by the windows for you. Just two, yeah?ā
āYup! Just two. Thought this was a good day to spend some time with Duke. Heās a great kid, you know, Iām glad I was given the opportunity to foster him.ā
The sunny, cheerful Bruce Wayne persona is so different from the usual Bruce he works with that it feels like heās standing next to a stranger. But his words are sincere and warm his heart, filling up the gaps that his soulmate has left.Ā
āHere you are!ā their server announces, showing them to their table. āIāll be right back with some menus.ā Sheās gone in a rush, and other customers glance over before quickly averting their gaze.Ā
Itās one of the unspoken rules of Gotham: give the Waynes their privacy while theyāre out in public. Questions and conversation are for public events only, but if they see a Wayne out and about during a normal day, everyone leaves them be unless spoken to first. Duke used to follow those rules as well when he was just another Gothamite. Itās strange being on the other side of that now that heās in with the Waynes.
Duke barely has to look through the menu when itās handed to him. The breakfast plates are his favorites and he gets one every single time he comes to The Foodie Nook; stacked full with breakfast foods from around the world. As a kid, he loved the Mexico Plate, but these days heās craving either the Brazilian Plate or the Vietnamese Plate.Ā Ā
He canāt decide on which one and thinks about tossing a coin to decide, but seeing how thatās Two Faceās whole thing, he decides to hold off and settle the matter with eenie-meenie-minnie-mo.Ā
He gets the Vietnamese Plate.
Bruce, on the other hand, reads through the entire menu like itās a novel, then leans over and says rather loudly, āDuke, whatās a tort-illa.āĀ
The pain he feels hearing that is only worsened by the amusement in Bruceās eyes. Heās doing it on purpose, playing up the Brucie act for the public so he can psychologically torment Duke. A few nearby customers choke back laughter, turning away to hide their smiles.Ā
Duke shakes his head and says, āDonāt worry about it. Itās just food. Donāt ask any more questions, I just want a peaceful breakfast.ā
āWell then,ā Bruce replies, āI suppose I know what to order now.ā
As if she was summoned, their server reappears before them, cheeks still looking a little flushed. āHi! Ready to order?ā
She writes down their orders quickly, valiantly keeping a straight face at Bruceās mispronunciation of tortilla, then heads off to deliver their orders to the kitchen.Ā
Rather than draw out a conversation with Brucie Wayne, Duke settles for playing a few idle games on his phone; his current favorite is one quiet cat cafe game where he directs cats into fulfilling cafe orders.Ā
Bruce, despite being out in his civilian identity, is working. Heās on his Batman phone, which looks the same as his other cell phones except this one has a bat symbol sticker just barely hiding a Superman sticker on the phone case. His brow is slightly furrowed as he reads whatever file heās accessing from the Batcomputer. Itās a little worrying but it could be anything. Bruce makes the same expression when he reads one of Timās snarky comments getting quoted in the news.
But thatās not Dukeās problem! Heās here to enjoy his breakfast and it will take the end of the world itself to remove him from his seat before heās done eating.
The game takes most of his attention until their food comes out, and by then Bruce has tucked away the smallest of his Batman mannerisms. They enjoy a normal, peaceful breakfast. Bruce ends it by asking their server if she has any debt thatās weighing her down, then giving her a tip thatās at least five thousand dollars above that.Ā
She does cry and Bruce hugs her. Itās very sweet.Ā
As soon as they get back into the car, his easy going smile drops and Duke knows some superhero nonsense is about to take over his day.Ā
āDuke,ā Bruce starts, seriously, āI received a message from Zatanna.ā
āDonāt drag this out,ā Duke says, āJust give it to me straight. What terrible thing is about to happen to us?ā
āItās nothing too big. They just recently defeated a magical being who had been tearing apart secret government facilities in Illinois. He had both magic and a high tech weapon, which they confiscated and are delivering to me. The government agency he was fighting was suspiciously interested in the weapon, and based on their behaviors and newly revealed work, Zatanna made the decision to turn the weapon over to us so it doesnāt fall into the wrong hands.ā
Bruce smoothly merges into traffic as he speaks, getting them onto the road back to the manor. Thereās a look in his eyes that means heās keeping a lot unsaid, and Duke knows without a doubt that whatever this government agency was doing is bad if Zatanna needs Batman to act as extra security.Ā
Heās not sure about her decision to trust the weapon to be safe in Gotham, either. Sure, Batman will keep it as safe as he can, but with their luck, itāll end up in the hands of a Rogue and lead to a lot of death and destruction.Ā
As soon as they cross the bridge and return to Bristol, Bruce steps on the gas and the car tears down the road. Without any other cars to worry about (or traffic laws), it takes barely two minutes to reach the manor, when the gates open for them and let them into the garage.Ā
Alfred waits for them by the door, looking them over with a critical eye. āI see you have managed to go outside, Master Bruce. Whatās the special occasion?ā
āJust breakfast,ā Bruce answers. āIām heading back down to the Batcave. Zatanna will be here soon to deliver a weapon.ā Heās gone before Alfred can say anything more, hurrying down the hall and turning the corner, disappearing from sight as he heads towards his office.Ā
āI see we have yet to break that bad habit of his. Did you enjoy your morning out, Master Duke?ā
āSure did, Alfred. Iām, uh, also going down to the Batcave. Heās definitely not telling me a lot about whatās going on, so Iām just going to read about it over his shoulder. Iāll be back up for lunch, though!ā
āAnd perhaps youāll be able to drag Master Bruce away from that cave of his,ā Alfred comments wryly as he walks with Duke towards the office. He gives Duke a nod, then splits away from him, returning to the kitchen where Duke can hear Damian speaking to someone, probably Tim by the annoyed tone of his voice, and mentally wishes Alfred luck in handling them.
Duke sets the correct time on the clock in Bruceās office and heads down to the Batcave, taking the steps two at a time.Ā
Bruce is already at the Batcomputer, shoulders tensed, when he arrives.Ā
āMore bad news?ā he asks as he makes his way over.
Bruce doesnāt bother looking away from the screen as he says, āMore details about the fight. It seems the magical being called himself a ghost and was going on a rampage due to a betrayal. He says they nearly killed his son.ā
āOh, yikes.ā
āAnd two of the scientists working with the government agency said that he stole their son and is keeping them from saving him.ā
āYikes,ā Duke says with more feeling.
He doesnāt get to hear anymore details about JLDās fight with this ghost when he catches a flicker in the corner of his eye. Duke turns and stares at the empty space in the Batcave near the medbay and watches as colorful magic gathers and swirls in dizzing circles. The portal opens a moment later and Zatanna steps out, looking exhausted and lightly singed.Ā
āBatman,ā she greets, holding a white gun that looks like it belongs in an early sci-fi movie from the 60s. āThe GIW is trying to arrest us. Constantine keeps burning their badges and documents so it shouldnāt be a problem, but they are determined to get this back. I wouldnāt be surprised if they came after you next. Theyāve got some way of tracking things, but I didnāt have time to get any details before I had to leave.ā
Bruce takes the gun from her hands carefully, looking it over with a sharp gaze. āWhy would a ghost want to use a gun?ā
āI donāt know. He had a variety of powers, too.ā
āWhat does this do?ā
āShoots ice. He never let it go and nearly burned me alive for taking it before we subdued him.ā
āWeāll keep it locked up,ā Bruce promises.Ā
Zatanna sighs. It looks as though a physical weight fell off her shoulders. āThanks. Iām going to head back to stop Constantine from getting into a fistfight with the GIW agents.ā
She opens another portal with a waved hand and a muttered spell. Bruce is already walking away to set the gun down on a work station, so Duke is the one to wave Zatanna goodbye.Ā
By the time he reaches Bruceās side, the gun is already dismantled, all pieces neatly set aside. Sticky notes denote which pieces go together and in what order. It looks the same as most guns, save for the aesthetic, but the heart of it is a glowing blue orb, large enough to cover the entirety of Bruceās palm, and it brings a chill to the air.
Duke stares at it and feels his soulmark burn ice cold.
āDuke?ā
Itās in his hands. He doesnāt remember reaching out to take it, but itās in his hands. He canāt take his eyes off of it, cradling it gently and bringing it closer to his chest.Ā
Itās the same blue his soulmark once was. Before his soulmate began to fade, before every day became a waiting game to see how long his soulmate will last before they die.Ā
This has something to do with his soulmate. Heās sure of it.Ā
He wonāt let anyone take it from him.Ā
āDuke. Give that to me.ā
He doesnāt feel like heās in his body. Heās detached, floating somewhere outside his body, puppeteering his limbs, making them move without feeling the motion. Shadows condense around his feet and Bruce takes a step back, wary.Ā
āDuke,ā he says again, but Duke canāt find any words, canāt draw on his voice, canāt even look away from the bright, bright blue of the orb. It pulses lightly in his hand like a heartbeat.Ā
Bruce reaches a hand out.Ā
Heās pulled back by shadows before he can get close, and Duke holds the orb against his chest, right against his heart, and feels the cold seep into him.Ā
āDuke. I need you to look at me.ā This time, Bruceās voice has Batmanās growl in it, a heavy command that he canāt help but instinctively follow. He looks up and meets Bruceās eyes, but he canāt focus. All his awareness is in his hands and the heartbeat of the glowing orb.
āI have to protect this,ā Duke manages to whisper. āIā¦ I think itās alive.ā
āOkay. Letās get you to the medbay so you can sit down. Weāll figure this out, Duke.ā
Bruce slowly, carefully, sets his hand on Dukeās shoulder. He keeps his attention away from the orb, so Duke allows it and lets Bruce guide him to the medbay and onto one of the medical cots. Bruce leaves him after a minute of quiet fussing, muttering about calling Zatanna.
Whatever. None of that matters when the heartbeat of the orb grows stronger, steadier, and Duke feels it match the beat of his own heart.
Time slips away from him. Distantly, he hears people move around the cave, speaking in low tones. A hand presses against his shoulder, warm, then moves away.Ā
The orb in his hand moves.Ā
Duke blinks slowly, then claws his way back to awareness, pushing past the haze thatās fallen over his mind. The orb turns over in his hand, then cracks right down the middle. The glow grows stronger, washing the medbay in blue light and a symbol appears on the orb.
Itās his soulmark.Ā
Later, he wonāt be able to say why he did it. There were no thoughts, no reasonings, no explanations. Duke simply moved on instinct and lifted the orb up to his face and pressed a soft kiss against it.Ā
One moment, the orb was still.
The next, it had burst in a flash of light that blinded everyone in the Batcave, and then a thin, injured teenager had fallen into Dukeās lap.Ā
Hands immediately grab him, pulling him away from Duke. The teenager puts up no fight, eyes barely open, but he reaches for Duke weakly. On his wrist is the bright blue snowflake, the color strong and vivid.Ā
āThatās me soulmate,ā Duke whispers as he watches Bruce and Tim set the boy down on another medical cot.Ā
āWhat?ā Tim says, turning to face Duke, concern clear on his face.Ā
āThatās my soulmate,ā he repeats, louder. Then, panicked, he pulls up his shirt enough to see his own soulmark; the color is still dull, weak, barely there, but itās more blue that it has been in a while. He doesnāt need to say anything. Tim sees the dullness of his soulmark, looks at the boy, and puts the pieces together on his own.
āIāll call Doc Thompkins,ā he says, already moving to fix everything. Bruce remains where he is, making sure the boy is tucked in and breathing steadily before he returns to Duke.Ā
āAre you alright?ā
Duke swallows roughly, unable to tear his eyes away from the boy. Heās pale and thin, as if heād been starved, and thereās frost beginning to spread on the bedsheet from his fingers. āHeās my soulmate,ā Duke manages to say. āHeās been dying for two years.ā
Bruceās eyes a hard, a determined light in them. āWeāll save him,ā he promises.Ā
If anyone can, itās Batman.Ā
If anyone can, itās them, Batman and the Signal, and their entire network of family and friends.Ā
Dukeās been waiting for his soulmate to die all this time. Now, heās going to save him.
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Dp x Dc prompt #1
Danny doesnāt know how Vlad managed to convince his parents to let him take Danny with him to some fancy gala in Gotham, but he does know heās gonna be the biggest menace he can be to make sure it doesnāt happen again.
The moment they entered the place the gala was held, Dannyās eyes landed on the chandelier on the ceiling in de middle of the room.
Bingo.
What Danny had been expecting was something along the lines of him embarrassing Vlad, making Vlad angry, and/or getting kicked out when the chandelier inevitably crashed to the ground cause they werenāt made to hold his weight.
What Danny hadnāt been expecting was for the chandelier to be heavily reinforced and not move an inch when he hung on there upside down, nor had he expected to be joined up there by a guy his age that seemed to be bursting with excitement as he stared at Danny from his place upside down on the chandelier.
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Congratulations!
You reached the bedrock after u scrolled ur feed so deep.
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Consider: Danny encounters an unexpected haunt in Gotham. It's not Red Hood's.
Alfred was a wonderful butler, who passed away far too soon after Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, leaving poor little Bruce alone in the world.
That simply would not do. A butler can hardly leave his charge in the lurch. So he comes back as a ghost.
Bruce hardly notices, as distressed as he is, and then he's gone for years and then he's dressing up as a bat at night to fight crime. But Alfred-the-ghost is an excellent butler, and rolls with the punches, at this point sometimes literally. His being a ghost is convenient indeed for when he needs to conveniently not get shot, or when master Bruce needs to eat but not be disturbed in the early hours of the morning.
When Danny (another clone of Damian? Tim's teacher coming for a conference with too-busy Bruce Wayne?) comes out of the woodwork, all the residents of the manor but one think it's strange how he won't even attempt to enter, but Danny's learned his lesson about entering others' haunts.
Alfred is rather pleased with the courtesy.
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its so shiddy when u have to convince yourself to do your hobbies. like, its fun, you like it, why cant you just do it. do it. do it. but what if.... mindless media consumption instead....
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Prompt : The Mean Girls of Wayne Enterprises
Hear me outā¦. Mean Girls but make it DCxDP.
The public personas that the bats present, modeled after āBrucieā Wayne are the perfect templates for Mean Girls shenanigans.
Imagine : Our favourite ghost boy has decided to venture out into the world after making sure that Amity would be safe and secure (perks of being the recently crowned King). Danny knows heād never pass the physical tests to be an astronaut but that doesnāt mean he canāt at least achieve part of his space dream. Heād done his research, very thoroughly at that, and overall it was Wayne Enterprises that came out on top. Their aerospace department was miles ahead of the competition - presumably something to do with Bruce Wayne literally being the one funding the Justice League (and if rumour is to be believed, the OG sugar daddy for a certain Bat).
Disregarding Dannyās personal feelings about the JL, the chance to create technology that will be used in SPACE, for space exploration and understanding was too good to pass up.
Just the thought alone filled him with a sense of contentment. Thankyou space obsession.
Which is what had lead to the current situation - an internship at Wayne Enterprises itself. How he landed it, he has no clue - sure, heās got some smarts (much more than heāll give himself credit for) but his grades had suffered from his years of literally saving the city (and by extension, the world). Perhaps it was fate? Or more likely, a meddling time godā¦
Danny wasnāt complaining though.
Only three hours in to the position and he was barely containing his excitement - literally, the fulfillment of his secondary obsession, regardless of how second hand it might be, created such a buzz in his core. He was having to consciously stop his more ghostly attributes from shining through - not even metaphorically shining, damn you LED freckles (yes weāre using the concept of Dannyās ghost from reflecting his love of space - constellation freckles and all)
Now though, he had been released to break in the cafeteria. There was a panicked moment of āoh shit, where do I sit?ā But thankfully, his (half) life was saved by one of his new coworkers calling him over with a friendly wave.
āHey, Daniel, right?ā
āI go by Danny but yeah, thanks for the save thereā a awkward laugh at his own words, ādidnāt expect it to feel like high school all over againā
Thereās polite laughter amongst the table and the conversation flows over to casual small talk. At least, it does until out of nowhere, all eyes jump to the doors.
Enter : The Plastics.
Richard Grayson - the dumbest guy youāll ever meet.
āOnce, he asked me why aster isnāt the opposite of disasterā
Timothy Drake - knows everything about everyone.
āThatās why his eyebags are so big - theyāre full of secretsā
And the queen bee, Damian Wayne.
āOnce he called me an uncultured swineā¦ it was awesomeā
(I donāt know whatās better - Damian aged up to match Danny or tiny Damian being Regina)
What follows is a comedic story: Danny meeting the three, them assuming heās going to be out of touch being from the Midwest (he is but only in the sense that his version of normal is Fenton dumbfuckery) , him eventually getting past their public personas by just not giving a shit for their drama - he grew up with the QUEEN of mean girls, the Wayne boys have nothing on Paulina Sanchez.
Just, Mean girls Waynesā¦ thatās it - thatās the post.
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new rule: if you don't understand this you're not allowed to write superman
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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*
My cat: Father isā¦evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.
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AITA for not wanting to clean my parents' lab?
Danny makes a post on the AITA subreddit asking if he's the one in the wrong for refusing to clean his parents' lab. He makes an offhand comment about his accident that never gets explained. He says the most concerning things about his parents and acts like it's normal behavior for them.
Clark likes to read AITA stories on occasion, just a little self-indulgent gossip. He finds this story and freaks out. He shares it with Ollie, who shares it with Hal and Barry, who shares it with their respective families, which means that Wally hears about it, which mean that Dick hears about it, which means that Bruce hears about it. The People have Concerns.
I originally posted this in the Haunting Heroes discord in September and finally brought it over lol I know more than one person there has taken a look at it and may be posting a fic one day (as am I, to be honest) and I know there's been multiple takes already and would love to hear more >:3
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