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stealingyourbones · 2 years

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Danny Phantom meets Superman. More accurately I should say that Danny Fenton meets Clark Kent.

Let me make this clear cause people seem to forget this: superman is smart. Clark kent is a very intelligent guy. Hes an INVESTIGATIVE journalist. He works with Lois Lane whos a multiple Pultizer prize winner and you know damn well that Lois wouldn’t work with anyone that cant keep up with her in both wits and smarts. He’s good at his job and in some comics he gets Pulitzer Prizes from some of his articles as well. Dude is dumb but he’s smart if you get what I’m saying. High Int. Low Wis.

With that in mind, During an assignment by Perry White, Lois and Clark meet the Fentons in their Amnesty residence to get some quotes on an article that discusses “Everything we thought didn’t exist is now real. Superheroes, Aliens, even Vampires, so why do we not Believe in Ghosts?”

Clark Kent spots Danny and notices instantly that MANY things are wrong with this child. His shoulders are hunched in a way that is intentional and tensed. Like he doesn’t know if he should fight or flee. His eyes are darting around and constantly taking in their surroundings like he’s waiting for something to barge in. His heart is beating far slower than it should. The kid intentionally makes his chest rise and fall but he’s not breathing in any oxygen. All of those are concerning but they can happen in metas. The thing that isn’t normal is that Clark can’t hear any of Danny’s other organs working. Like the kid is a revitalized corpse and his body only thought to bring back half of its needed functions.

So Clark does some digging. He doesn’t want to tell any of the Justice League because this isn’t a Superman job, this is a job for Clark Kent. He gets some help from Oracle and with her word that she won’t say anything to batman, He agrees to update her regularly about the kids situation.

Oracle sends over some VERY concerning documents from an organization called “The Ghost Investigation Ward”. Oracle tells Clark that she’s working on tipping off the Bats and Birds so they can help dismantle the organization.

While sifting through the documents Clark comes across a profile of a “Danny Phantom”. As I said, Clark isn’t stupid. There is definitely a profile of Danny Fenton as well since he’s the son of two world renown ghost hunters. He puts the two and two together and uncovers just the horrible treatment that Phantom has been receiving from his parents, the government, and his peers. Clark is outraged and can’t just stand aside and let this kid suffer. So he makes another trip to the Fenton residence under the guise of needing another quote and sits Danny and Jazz down and tells him that he knows of the terrible lab safety, the immoral experiments his parents do on the regular, the neglect of the kids in pursuit of scientific discovery. He knows and he wants to help. Clark tells Danny and Jazz that there is an apartment available right nextdoor from his and that he can help them get to a safer location and apply for emancipation.

The Fenton kids are shocked at this guy and his immensely kind heart. Danny knows something is up though. Something is up with Clark Kent. He looks like all his life would be spent in the gym when he isn’t at work and yet Danny can’t find a thing on Clarks interest in working out. His baggy clothes somewhat cover up his muscles but his frame is far too wide to be hidden. Clarks heartbeat is slightly faster than the average persons. No human eyes could be that startlingly sky blue. And Danny knows that he has seen Clarks face somewhere but he cant put a pin on it.

The Fenton kids agree and they get brought to metropolis and the emancipation case is no problem with the evidence Clark managed to collect. The kids get the apartment next to Clarks and Clark helps them grow and get better mentally and situationally. Clark knows that in a way he’s trying to make up for his neglect on Connor but he still knows that helping these kids is the right decision.

After a month or so, Clark and the Fenton kids have a rhythm of meeting at each others apartments, getting doted over to make sure that the fentons are well fed and have everything they need and are getting settled into their new life.

Clark hasn’t told the league. Oracle keeps her promise to keep the Fentons out of Batman and the Justice League’s radar. Clark knows that he will have to tell them soon eventually. He knows that things like this wont last. He tries his best to keep these kids happy and support them how an actual caring parent should act.

A few months into the Fentons stay in Metropolis on a cool autumn afternoon, Danny is sitting on a beanbag chair reading a ratty old book that Clark lent him as Clark is typing away on his computer writing up an article for the Daily Planet when Danny looks over to Clark and says,

“I’m Phantom.”

Clark pauses typing and shoots a small smile towards danny, “I know.”

Danny nods in relieved acceptance as Clark straightens up from his hunced over position on his computer.

He pulls back his shirt collar slightly to show the blue suit and red cape. “I’m Superman.”

Danny looks at him and smiles, “I know.”

They both just sit and continue reading and writing with soft smiles on their faces. Comforted at the exchange and that it’s finally out there and eachother knew.

After a while Danny’s obsession gets to be too much. He tells Clark about it and that he has to find a way to sate his obsession of protecting and Clark accepts that it was only a matter of time and invites him to meet the League.

When Superman brings Danny to the Watchtower, saying that the rest of his fellow superheroes were shocked would be an understatement. The Man of Steel and this ghost kid are talking like a father and son.

To say that Batman was pissed that he wasn’t informed of this child is also an understatement. But there is also some amusement and respect under that frustration. Superman managed to keep this kid under wraps and didn’t even alert Batman. Superman smirking and saying under his breath to him “Looks like the World's Greatest Detective isn’t so great huh?” Makes Batman respect the man even more.

In the Watchtower, Danny meets up with Teen Titans/The Team/Whatever They’re Called Now, and meets Conner. Conner is understandably pissed and spiteful that Danny got to have Superman as a father figure.

Conner knows that Superman treating Danny this way is definitely a way of him trying to make up for the faults and breaks he had with his parental relationship with Conner. he agrees with himself that he shouldn’t hate Danny for having Superman as a Dad and the two get along like tinder and matches. Connor still has a grudge against Superman don’t get me wrong, just not as much as before.

Sometimes while the League is in battle, Superman likes to just look for Danny and watch him hold his own against world ending threats. Danny is now truly confident and it’s no longer a facade. He’s no longer hunching into himself to look smaller. He laughs more often now and seems to be genuinely happy. Superman fondly looks at his son as his kids eyes flicker with green fire as he says a shitty ice pun and freezes Metallo in his tracks with ghostly ice.

#dp x dc #prompt #writing prompt #who am I kidding this is basically an outline of a fic not a prompt #eh might as well put the tag there #Danny phantom #dc comics #Superman #Batman #I just want happy dad Clark Kent do you understand?#I want this static ass character of a man have the writers give him some character growth so I’ll do it my self the only way I know how #writing a concept for a fic crossover that would no way in hell happen in cannon #Lois Lane gets along super well with Jazz. they’re both super smart ladies and would make an unstoppable force against nature #I like to think Danny has similar unbreakable skin besides ghost weapons like Superman and Kryptonite #so imagine Clark Kent being really happy that he can finally hug someone with his full strength and not kill them #think on that one for a second

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batfamfucker · 1 year

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There are four main types of Batfam fans in regard to how people interpret Bruce Wayne as a dad (/Joking. This is mostly satire and should not be taken seriously):

Fans that think Bruce is emotionally constipated and isn't the best at being a parent but still tries (Differs per person). Don't necessarily think he's absuive but thinks he can be toxic or have unhealthy expectations for the Robins. Can smell the Oldest Daughter Syndrome coming from Dick and have Family Line (By Conan Gray) as their top song on their Dick inspired playlist and Daddy Issues (By The Neighbourhood) for Jason.

Fans that choose to believe Bruce goes to therapy in their own canon. Love B:WFA. Thinks the comic can be cheesy at times and so find a balance between B:WFA Bruce and Please Go To Therapy BruceTM as their middle ground. He struggles. They advocate that Bruce is not a bad parent, he just has bad writers that seem to forget Bruce wouldn't hurt kids, especially not his own. Love the humane moments and scenes he has in BTAS and the early JL cartoons. He may not be perfect but he's not literally abusive. Whores for Bruce being able to admit when he is wrong and for Jason and Bruce reconciling. I recommend Grow As We Go by Ben Platt for this one.

A mix between the first two. Was fine-ish when Dick was younger. Didn't help him in the healthiest way but eh. Still emotionally constipated but that happened more so after Dick left and Jason died. Started getting better when Tim came back but was still closed off. Should probably go to therapy with the kids so they can drag his ass about all the things he's done that have actually affected them negatively. Understands his mistakes and is also able to admit when he's wrong, eventually. It's not easy but he starts to do better and learns to be more emotionally available. Still has to get chewed out by Alfred sometimes but definitely better than he used to be and it shows. Reconciliation is slow and gradual but progress is made for everyone involved.

The one's I personally avoid for my own sanity and wellbeing:

Think Bruce is a complete bastard and abuser. Want him to choke. Hate any and all interpretations of him. Some of which will refuse to understand how anyone could have a different interpretation. Will point out comics where, in all fairness, he is a dick but forget that characterisation can significantly differ from one series to the next, as comic characters are constantly passed around to different writers and have been for decades. Not to mention movies, shows, etc.

#Bruce Wayne #Batman #Batfam #Batdad #I'm not tagging everyone in the Batfam I can't be assed #Sorry there's like 500 #Bruce has a child for every mental disorder he has #Dick is his ADHD. Jason is his C-PTSD. Tim is his Anxiety. Cass is his OCD. Damian is his Autism.#Like bro the therapist is RIGHT there #You have the money just GO #I am a mix of 2 and 3 tbh but more so 2 because he is my comfort fictional father figure. I already have a shit dad irl #I'm not dealing with it in my favourite media too #Type 4 fans scare me I lowkey see so many people like that and I'm like. If the block button wasn't free. I'd be in debt by now #I get that you saw Tom Kings work. So did I. I hate that fuck. But I personally prefer the scene of him in JL with Ace on the swings #Or the one with him playing with shape block toys with a baby whilst Supes and WW handle the questioning #Or when he hugs literally any of his kids #Or the one of him and Jason watching a movie and eating popcorn when Jason's ill. And they have the picture of them posing #Or when he cried in Flashpoint over the letter his dad left him because the little boy in him needed that #Plus any time Bruce and Clark interact as Best Friends. The Golden Age comics where they were basically Dick's gay dads 💀#But yeah. I could make a poll from this tbh.#This is a generalisation on purpose genuinely do not take it seriously #If I see ANY disclosure. It's delete and block on sight #Bruh I'm still recovering from the notes of my Fallout 4 John Hancock in a Drag Race outfit crossover post #I know it sounds like I'm being paranoid but that's because I am. You have not seen the things I have seen in my notes #You do not know of the wars I have fought of over ghoul dicks and high heels #I have seen things I can never burn from my vision. Read things I will never have the mercy of forgetting #Over silly little shitposts. Lmao. Anyway. Here. Have some food.

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sacersanguis · 2 years

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Tim: so when did you realize that Bruce was the one for you?

Clark: Back before we knew each other's secret identity, there was a interstellar mission Justice League was involved in and Bruce accidentally got drunk in the party the other aliens threw for us after the mission. Man kept chugging till he suddenly got up on a table-like furniture lying around and looked at me straight in the eye.

Tim: ...

Clark: And... he said "You are the literal personification of human balls and I'm never gonna demean myself by fucking you no matter how hot you and your abs are". He then proceeded to puke on Hal and passed out.

Clark, lightly tearing up for the drama: That's when I knew. He was the one.

Tim: ...

Tim: I did not want to know about your degradation kink or my dad's thirsty ass bullshit but on a completely unrelated note, would you happen to have any video or atleast photographic evidence of this event taking place---

#that was not when he knew #he just said that to embarass bruce in front of his kids #he does that a lot he has A LOT OF STORIES #the incident did make him go I CANT NOT FUCK HIM #so yeah #bruce gon whoop his ass once tim gets the photos and spreads it to the group chat #bruce made it a point to puke on hal despite being DRUNK AS HELL #cos he was done #man just taking shots in the space bar like theres no tomorrow #bruce wayne #clark kent #tim drake #superbat #superman #batman #kay and her bs rambles~#dc

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agreysexualromantic · 6 months

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Gifsets via @winchesterlegacies

Smallville 9.21 Salvation

This.

I'm going to refer to this moment to talk about why I hate Jor-El so damn much in this series.

Because this moment, here, this moment where he very consciously chooses to sacrifice himself (and everything that led up to it), this should have been greeted by his father with understanding and pride. This was the choice of a true hero, one who had weighed every other possibility and chosen the one that caused the least harm, that brought the most peace, that saved two entire worlds from war and tyranny.

But instead what we get from Jor-El the moment Clark opens his eyes in the next season episode is, as always, shame and anger.

And no, I don't care that Jor-El is AI. If it was true that he operated without regard for emotion there would at least be internal consistency to his criticisms of Clark, *but there never is*. (Also, anger is an emotion, and AI Jor-El absolutely expresses anger frequently, and his anger results in active punishments for Clark, not just "natural consequences" from Clark's actions.)

In reality, Clark can just never do the right thing in Jor-El's eyes. If Clark makes a choice based on human emotion, he gets a lecture for being too emotional. If he makes a choice based on logic he gets a lecture for not caring enough about the people he was "sent" to lead. When he chooses to save the lives of the people he loves, Jor-El tells him he can't focus on just a few people, he has to think about everyone. When he thinks about literally everyone and sacrifices himself, Jor-El tells him he failed and abandoned them to greater evil (as if Clark could have possibly foreseen any of what was coming in season 10). Jor-El tells Clark repeatedly that he's NOT a god and shouldn't act like one, yet expects perfection and omniscience from him. He consistently withholds vital information and assistance out of sheer spite. He pouts and gives Clark the silent treatment like an actual child whenever he feels remotely wronged by Clark.

He spends nearly 10 seasons telling Clark that he will never, ever be good enough, going so far as to disown him completely and tell Kara to take his place instead. Clark shows one minor instance of pride for saving both Lois and the people of Metropolis and he's told that he's too dark to defeat the darkness. And again, this is immediately after Clark WILLINGLY AND THOUGHTFULLY SACRIFICED HIMSELF TO SAVE TWO ENTIRE WORLDS.

In other words, Jor-El is a toxic, abusive father. He moves goalposts constantly, he tells Clark to obey or suffer the consequences (but we never see any instances where Clark's obedience actually leads to a better outcome for Clark or anyone else for that matter). After Jonathan dies, Jor-El heaps guilt on Clark's head for choosing to change the past, when Jonathan himself admits that he made his own choices that led to his death. Jor-El tells Clark to do one thing and then blames him for the outcomes when Clark does it.

Clark simply cannot win, because Jor-El doesn't actually want him to.

It's no wonder that by the start of season 10, Clark is holding a pile of insecurity, regret, shame and fear. It's no wonder that he's so terrified of making the wrong choice, no wonder that he so often believes that he HAS to do everything on his own and that everything that goes wrong is literally his fault and his fault alone.

And look, I get it, Jor-El is there to challenge Clark, to push him, to be the Kryptonian influence, blah blah blah. I get that Jonathan and Jor-El are set up as foils for one another in fatherhood. I get that Kryptonian culture is different and Jor-El doesn't operate under human ethics or morals.

None of that changes the fact that he actively works *against* Clark's growth for the majority of the series. Most of the time, Clark has to *unlearn* whatever lesson he learned from Jor-El in order to take the next step towards becoming Superman. Clark rarely, if ever, comes to a place where he actually thinks Jor-El was *correct* in the way he views the world, he only comes to a place where he agrees that not obeying Jor-El means people were punished, and Clark regrets any time someone suffers.

AI Jor-El served as a personal villain for Clark in the series, and the way the writers tried so hard to force Clark to have a relationship with him "because it's his father" was one of the most frustrating story threads in the whole series.

End rant.

Also, fuck Jor-El.

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hazardouslesbian · 1 year

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I cannot believe how sad that clex gif set from descent made me I reblogged it like an hour ago and I’m still thinking about it that hasn’t happened to me in months

#it’s just SO sad #why is Tom welling acting his fucking ass off with no lines #like the way he is searching for answers in Lex’s face #and he’s piecing it all together #and lex is trying to get away from him bc he knows it’s over #and there’s no going back #I feel insane #I feel like katniss with the birds gif #AND it’s the fact that iirc a few episodes before that #Clark is inside of Lex’s head and tells Lex’s inner child #im never going to give up on you #and then he IMMEDIATELY GIVES UP ON HIM #someone take me out back and put me out of my misery #smallville

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kxllerblond · 7 months

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Halloween Gala '23.

Clark Thompson -— Sexy American Psycho vibes with a hint of yeehaw and ironic religious imagery (and a cloak because who goes to a gala without a cloak??)

tagged by: @fangmother <333

tagging: if you see this and you haven't been tagged yet, Clark is literally throwing invitations at you. Slapping some tags at people I see on dash rn though.

@ohshadow @simulamortem @voltaage @maidencfdeath @celestieu @kurjaks @pohlepen @3rider @prcspcr @peacereflected

#(;dash games)#nGL I DREADED being tagged in this because i knew my ass would take hours trying to scrounge something up kjfdbgdgf #besties would you grab him by the hips in this outfit yes or yes #his boot heels are absolutely the clicky clack type too btw #someone: omg what are you dressed as???#clark: idk just bringing vibes not coherency #(;fashion)#he gets rid of the cloak literally 5 mins in btw just abandons it on a chair somewhere

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wolfblood-of-anubis · 1 year

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DOES NO ELSE KNOW THAT VICTOR AND JEROME WERE ON GAME OF THRONES?!

That’s right, folks, Francis Magee aka Victor Rodenmaar Jr. was on Game of Thrones, he played Yoren in S1-S2, a brother of the Night’s Watch and a recruiter for them as well. He made easy friends with Tyrion Lannister, Robb and Ned Stark, and eventually Arya Stark. He got along with Tyrion due to the fact that unlike his comrades, Yoren had a sense of humor. Imagine Victor but cool. And later on *spoilers if you haven’t seen the show*

when Ned’s put in public for execution and Arya managed to escape the Lannister guards, he sees her in the crowd and nods his head to Yoren to try to get her to safety. He does. And he holds her close and shields her ears when her father is executed.

Immediately after he cuts off Arya’s hair and instructs her to pretend to be a boy called Arry for her own safety whilst they travel back to the North. He planned on taking her to her brother Robb who became the current Lord of Winterfell following their father’s death.

Yoren is also the one to give Arya the idea for her infamous ‘list’. Her own hit list of people she’s planning on killing which she recites every night before going to sleep. It becomes so important to her ritual that she can’t even sleep before reciting it completely.

and as for Eugene Simon aka Jerome Clarke? He played Lancel Lannister, a cousin of Cersei, Jaime, and Tyrion Lannister for S1-2, and S5-6.

He originally was just King Robert’s cup bearer and I think he was his squire? Can’t remember fully but I do know that whilst Jaime was out of King’s Landint, Lancel was the one keeping Cersei satisfied if you know what I mean. And yes, they’re cousins, and Cersei fucks her brother Jaime, this isn’t brand new or quite shocking, it’s pretty standard GoT. He’s even involved for killing the king as he kept supplying him with wine and alcohol during a hunt, a boar got to him and he couldn’t drunkenly defend himself.

Then he gets blackmailed by Tyrion for a bit S2 for fucking Cersei. Gets kicked back home too by the end I’m pretty sure. though we get to see him in armor for a bit:

Then comes back on S5 looking like this:

He becomes a very religious zealot as he believes he is ‘redeemed’ in the eyes of their gods, the Seven and he just gets very faith involved, even trying to ask Cersei, the Queen Mother, to absolve her sins by being honest about her incest with him (and her brother). She laughs him off very easily and even tries to use the other followers that the new Septon, the High Sparrow, has accumulated to her own gains by getting rid of her sons new wife, Margaery Tyrell, by having her brother Loras arrested for sleeping with men.

By S6 it gets progressively worse, not only did Cersei get what she wanted, her son’s wife, Margaery, gets taken away as well because she knew her brother was involved with men and ‘did not inform the church of these indiscretions’ so she has also sinned. But then Cersei gets a taste of her own medicine and she gets imprisoned too as Lancel has told the High Sparrow everything and he even gets this fucking carving on his forehead.

Cersei gets her revenge in a big way if you’ve seen the show.

#this is so wild to me that no one’s talked about it before #i watched got for the first time like two years ago during covid and i recognized them both and went insane over it but never checked around #if others already mentioned it but turns out no one’s talked about it?!#another weird fact: i got to see eugene simon’s a s s due to his after s*x scenes with cersei #i will never be able to look at jerome clarke the same way again #victor gets to be this important factor in arya’s story #if not for him she would’ve been caught probs and he tells her to pretend to be a boy #and he gives her the hit list ritual that becomes a HUGE part of her character #taylor swift made a reference to arya’s hit list in her look what you made me do song #and jerome gets to have his ass on display for fucking his cousin and then becomes a religious zealot #how did we get here #house of anubis #victor rodenmaar jr #francis magee #jerome clarke #eugene simon #hoa

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ghost-in-the-corner · 2 years

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"Master Bruce, is everything alright?" Alfred asked as he set down a steaming mug on a coaster.

"Hn." Bruce barely responded, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

Alfred followed his eyes to the news article currently taking over the Batcomputer. "Ah. Did your Variety interview not go well?"

Bruce sighed. "It's not that it didn't go well, Alfred. I got asked that question again."

"Again?" Alfred furrowed his eyebrows. "That must be the third time this month."

"Fourth, actually. Jason texted me only a couple minutes after this was posted to update the tally."

Alfred hummed, staring at the words written in bold. "Hm. Well it seems you need to find a way to put an end to this."

Bruce finally looked at him, picking the mug up and blowing on it. "How would you suggest I do that?"

"Have you considered giving Clark a call?"

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"No fucking way, Bruce." Tim crossed his arms, glaring up at him. "You did not call a press conference just for this."

Bruce adjusted his deep red tie in the mirror, pointedly looking away from his son. "I had no other choice. People wouldn't stop asking me about it, and it may compromise my identity. I need to lay this to rest once and for all."

Tim stared at him incredulously. "It's not that serious."

"Except it is."

"Bruce. I need you to listen to me carefully." Tim clapped his hands, and Bruce finally looked at him. "You asked your best friend in the world to fly to Gotham and dress up as Batman just so you, in your civies, could walk up on a stage in front of dozens of reporters and compare your asses?"

"The people of Gotham need to believe that the butts don't match, Tim. Because if they ever find out that they do, then everything I've done for the past 22 years means nothing." Bruce adjusted his cufflinks before heading over to the door. Tim grumbled and followed him out.

Sure enough, the room was packed with reporters and even some civilians. Bruce was certain they were more people outside. This joke had been the talk of Gotham for months, now. Everyone had an opinion on it. He'd been getting asked about Batman's butt in every interview for the past 3 months.

It was past time to end this.

Tim stopped at the staircase as Bruce walked on stage and to the podium. He tapped the mic set up in the center, gathering all the attention in the room on him. The crowd fell silent, the only noises being a few camera shutters.

"Good afternoon, Gotham. As I'm sure you've all heard, in recent months, there have been many comparisons between my own back end and that of Batman, with the argument that it proves he and I are one in the same. I'm here today to lay that rumor to rest." He explained with his best Brucie smile. "Before we begin, I'd like to take the time to highlight my upcoming fundraiser for the American Cancer Association."

He took a moment to explain the event, clearly boring the audience exactly as he'd intended. There'd be no room for argument after this.

"Now, without further adieu, please welcome Batman to the stage!"

Clark jumped in through an open skylight, absolutely dazzling the crowd. There were cheers, camera flashes, and quickly shouted questions. Clark ignored them all, clearly pouring all of his energy into recreating Batman's signature stoic look.

Bruce approached him as he stood, reaching his hand out to shake.

"Thanks for doing this." Bruce whispered, trying to pour as much relief into that statement as he could.

"You owe me for this." Clark replied. He let go, nodding at the audience as he turned to face the back wall.

"Tim, could you come here and hold Batman's cape?" Bruce called.

Suddenly, all the attention was on his disgusted son. Tim grumbled, smashing on his best PR face as he strode up the steps and over to Clark.

Bruce quickly returned to the podium as Tim gathered up Clark's cape. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for." He smiled before standing next to Clark, facing the wall.

Tim lifted up the cape.

The first few seconds, there was a rush of noise. Cheers, camera, scribbling.

Then it got quiet. Really, oddly quiet. Bruce was tempted to turn around, but he wanted the crowd to see this for as long as possible; the butts did not match.

Finally, there was a yell from the middle of the room.

"Well, no wonder he hides that behind a cape."

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max-nolastname · 2 years

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future in journalism looking bright for ms chloe after her read of the season <3

smallville | season 1, episode 19. “Crush.”

#get her jade!#read his ass!!#clark midwestern ://#love when my superman media gives clark a layer of closed off and emotional unavailability sooo true <3 <3 #congratulations! you broke him down to his bare essentials!#pa and ma kent insist clark keep parts of himself hidden from the world in order to protect himself #and this habit translates into clark keeping things so close to his chest from his friends that they can never really get a read on him #and mark him off as emotionally unavailable SOOO true #clark kent #smallville #haidee reacts to dc #chloe sullivan

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htub · 2 years

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Jon, to Clark: Everything was just fine in this family until we let the Luthors into our lives

Sir?? THAT'S HOW YOU GOT YOUR SON????

#i get his issues but he literally would not have clark without lionel #so like. BUDDY #two watches smallville #episode: insurgence #jon's an ass in this episode #normally i like him but not today. bastard

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soupinaboot · 3 months

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In my opinion, Bruce should be above average height or at least average. But since he surrounds himself with demi-gods, aliens, meta humans, etc, he's just dwarfed next to them. Like maybe about 6'1 or 6'2, but that's NOTHING compared to Diana '7'3 feet tall' Prince. Or Clark '6'9' Kent.

All the tabloids claim he has to be at least 5 feet tall because the only photos they can get of him are when he's next to his giant ass friends.

It is also my personal headcannon that all the robins stay shorter than him, except Jason, who should be at least 4 inches taller.

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emacrow · 8 days

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Danny had a very rough week of not sleeping....

Five days straight of non stop ghost hunting, barely focusing on whatever their parents new inventions were and sabotaging them..

Then Saturday began...

There was skulker with him, ghostnapping and chasing him at 12am in the morning to 3:20am in some new extravagant hunting ground in the ghost zone which ended up backfiring on him later when it wasn't even his hunting ground as the original ghost owner started chasing skulker.

Then there was Johnny and kitty argument and dragging him along as an unwillingly victim because johnny was flirting with some ghost girl as he was trying to fly back to his family portal around 4am.

Accidentally crashing into Youngblood ship who rather excited to play again for the 28th this week and it fucking Saturday man..

He finally back home at 10am.. only to noticed that his parents left him to go on some honeymoon field trip since Jazz was in gotham for her collage and part time job as a assistant turned into a full time therapist in Arkham because she actually got a break through with Scarecrow with his childhood trauma and the Arkham are still flabbergasted by her abilities and immediately slapped her a full time sponsorship.

He tries to go back to sleep only to get notifications at 11:03am from tucker that Techno and Vortex teaming to cause a full blown out town wreacking havoc with a literally tornado dragging machines into it for some grand plan which was a fucking pain in his ass because his thermo also got caught in it.

Danny is dragging himself back to his bed after souping both Techno and Vortex, flopping onto his bed to finally catch those zzz when it about 6:29pm

Only for fucking Vlad to start his own bullshit with a new invention.

Danny is about to fucking snap at this point, vlad doesn't know what he released over a week of sleep deprived danny.

Maybe because how tired he was at that moment to not noticed the ray gun that vlad had looked oddly like the one his parents were making yesterday only to get hit by it directly...

Only to noticed he not in his bed anymore..

He was in snow.. iced cold snow in the middle of freezing temperatures and near some icy like palace..

He could cry right now..

He thought he got sent to the Far Frozen, welp this would be a great spot to take some much needed sleep. His mind is too muddle right now to even takea glance on small his form is now at the moment.

Flying a bit loopy through the icy palace, not noticing humaniod like giant crystallized statues with a S on their chests blinking some kind of alarm.

Making himself right at home as he made a nice snow like fluffy blankey that Frostbite once taught him whenever he went through his daily shots and stay the night there..

Drifting off to sleep finally with the sound of the silence..

He was already too far gone into unconscious to be awakened at this point..

Unaware that his presence brought alert to a certain Superhero.

Whom found a tiny little boy in the Fortress of Solitude, sleeping peacefully like the dead despite his heart beating very very slowly to health concerning matter.

Trying to wake him up only brought him a tiny punch to a face so hard and fast that it actually hurt him.

Which made Clark froze as he realized that punch actually hurted...

Which brought a major misunderstanding that slowly became a much bigger one later on in the dna scanner.

#dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp prompt #dcxdp #de aged danny #clark kent #i like to think Jack fenton was a kyptonian who forgot he was one #he got send to a different dimension as a baby #got raised by the fentons #danny is half kyptonian #half human/ghost #clark find a tiny sleeping boy in his fortress and get punched so hard for trying to wake him up #clark think danny is a kyptonian which is kind of true.. but he ain't the father #found out he got a distant cousin out there

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hypewinter · 4 months

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Okay so what if Danny was the first clone of Superman instead of Connor? I see it going like this:

Danny gets reincarnated and immediately wakes up in a pod. Once his brain catches up to what's going on around him, he quickly nopes out of his pod and takes a little tour around the facility he found himself in. Along the way he discovers some major incriminating evidence but more importantly, he discovers who his donor dad is! Hooray! So Danny takes his freshly alive little butt and that incriminating evidence all the way to his donor dad's house.

Enter Clark, who is very unsure how to feel when a boy shows up at his door, claiming to be his clone and with evidence to boot! On one hand he's glad this clone doesn't appear to hurt or anything but on the other hand, his dna was taken without his permission to make an entirely new person!? He knows none of this is his fault but at the same time, why is this suddenly Clark's responsibility? But the kid just escaped a dangerous facility on his own. But what if the kid was brainwashed to believe he escaped but is really a spy after all? Is Clark supposed to take care of regardless? After all he didn't even want kids! At least not that soon but then again....

Danny takes one hard look at Clark's wishy washy bs and just goes "Yeah no bud, that's not how this works. Neither of us asked to be in this situation but we're in it now so you're just gonna have to deal." Basically, he shames Clark into taking care of him. Especially when the Justice League and the Kents find out and now he can tattle to other adults about how Clark's mistreating him. Danny doesn't ever hesitate to bring up what kind of hypocritical monster Clark and therefore Superman would be if he claimed to stand for truth justice and the American way while also leaving his own clone out in the cold.

And you know what? This actually works. Clark starts taking care of Danny to get everyone off his ass but then comes to find out this kid is actually kind of a riot to be around? And single fatherhood is kinda fun actually?

Basically by the time Kon comes around, Clark has settled nicely into his clone dad era and is willing to strangle anyone who would not only steal his DNA, but also dare to use his precious clone babies for evil gain. Because seriously how dare they?

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #bonus if clark becomes one of those 'my precious angel can do no wrong' parents #danny sets fire to something?#“he's technically only a year old he didn't know any better.”

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trensu · 10 months

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Steve had always wanted to be a skilled fighter. The schools that churned out the best fighters all happened to be schools for holy warriors. It was possible that Steve maybe sort of lied a little (with the help of his friends Robin and Dustin) to get into this school by claiming he was full to the brim of religious fervor but hadn’t decided who to pledge his sword to yet. It shouldn’t have worked, if he were honest with himself, but by some stroke of luck it did, and he finished his training as one of the top combatants.

The issue now was that he had to pick a god whose crest to carry. There were all sorts of gods. Gods of water, gods of air, gods of agriculture, war gods, cat gods, plant gods...the list was endless. And while Steve was one of the best fighters around, he was most definitely not one of the best researchers. Thankfully Dustin and Robin were very clever and knew where to find details about the many gods in existence.

“So what kind of god do you want to follow? Maybe we can start there,” Robin asked.

“Uh…a good one?”

“You’re no help at all, you know that?” Dustin grumbled.

They suggested a local god known as Carver who stood for righteousness, but Steve turned that down. It didn't feel like a good fit. They suggested a love god by the name of Chrissy, who valued love of all kinds, romantic, platonic, familial...Steve had been tempted, very tempted, because Steve had always carried an excess of love in his heart. Robin had vetoed that one stating that Steve was already too reckless with his love and she wouldn't stand by and watch him break his own heart over and over again.

Dustin suggested a god of knowledge, Clarke, who blessed and guided those with curiosity, imagination, and a knack for invention. Steve shot that one down immediately. He was never one to be overly imaginative or curious; he preferred to deal with concrete things. Out of their quickly dwindling list, Robin reluctantly suggested Hargrove, a war god favored by a nearby kingdom, but if Carver was ill-fitting, then Hargrove was outright repellent to Steve.

"C'mon, Steve, you gotta pick someone!" Dustin huffed in frustration.

Robin thunked her head against the table in the library where they were looking up deities. She was obviously at her wit's end too. Steve, however, just dug his heels in with a particularly stubborn scowl.

"I can't just pick anyone!" Steve said. "If I'm going to pledge my sword to someone, it has to be someone...someone good. Someone that, I don't know, someone I can believe in, even when--no especially when things go wrong. That’s the whole point!"

"Yeah, I get that," Robin sighed, a mix of fond and annoyed, "but this is the eighth book we've gone through and the only one left here is called the King of Darkness which is hardly going to--huh."

Robin paused mid-rant to look at the page more closely. Steve and Dustin both huddled around her to peek into the book as well. Dustin also made a sound of curiosity.

"That's weird," Dustin said.

"Right?" Robin asked enthusiastically.

"What? What's weird?" Steve didn't get what caught their attention.

"This god only has a couple of sentences," Dustin explained, "And they don't really make sense. Something about dark creatures and the undeserving? The grammar and structure is all weird though."

"It looks like a half-assed translation," Robin added with a nod. "We should find the original text."

"Yeah! And if we can make a better translation, we could get it added to the next edition and they'd have to put our names on the book," Dustin said excitedly. Robin's eyes lit up at the thought and they both rushed off to the stacks to track down any original sources.

"Guys! Guys, what about my..."

The librarian hushed Steve, irritated. Steve groaned in defeat.

"...godly choices. Yeah, fine," Steve slumped back on his seat. "I need to find non-nerd friends."

Two days later, Robin and Dustin finished translating a slim, dusty book. They were nearly vibrating in their seats as Steve reviewed their notes on what they found. Dustin gripped his arm and gave him a shake.

"So? What do you think?" he asked excitedly.

Robin slung her arm across Steve's shoulders. With more tenderness than Steve expected, she said, "I know it doesn't seem like it, he doesn't really fit with your whole style, but it could work."

"Yeah," Steve said with a hopeful smile. "Yeah, this feels right."

It took longer than Steve would've liked, but eventually he managed to track down a small, crumbling shrine. It was an alcove carved near the entrance--no more than a crack in the stone really--of a cave at the edge of a lush forest. He almost missed it, it was so drowned in overgrown crawling vines and weeds. It bore a modest statue, no bigger than Steve, standing atop an equally modest plinth. There was a spot that obviously held a plaque once, but it must’ve been dug out by thieves at some point.

The sight of it made something in Steve's chest twinge; a strange pang of melancholy at seeing a god so forgotten and abandoned. It surprised him as he had never been particularly religious, but there was just something about this one that drew him in.

It was the middle of the day, so Steve quickly made camp and took advantage of the light to begin clearing the shrine. He started where the plaque had been, scrubbing off the dirt and moss that had filled the indentation. He knew a good smith; he could commission a new plaque to be made. After that, he weeded the immediate area around the plinth where worshipers would typically lay their offerings and pray.

By the time he finished that, it was late afternoon and he decided that was good enough for today. He had to eat and get a few hours of sleep so he could be alert once night fell. When he curled up on his bedroll, he couldn't help the grin that spread on his face. He was going to offer himself to his god tonight, and with any luck, his god would accept him.

He woke to a multitude of high pitched squeaks and the sound of many, many flapping wings. The sun had just fully set, and the stars that could be seen through the canopy burned brightly. Steve took his time to fasten on his armor and scabbard properly, and fixed his hair so not a strand was out of place. He took a few deep breaths to calm an unexpected bout of nerves before going to the shrine and kneeling.

His god had no official prayers. Or rather, the prayers for his god were forgotten. Robin and Dustin did their best to find anything prayer-like but it had been in vain. They suspected that most of the god's holy items and lore were purposely lost. Lacking that, Steve decided it was best that he introduce himself.

"Um, hi," he started and immediately winced. "Sorry. I'm not used to...this. I couldn't find any of your…holy words? Prayers? The right ways to speak to you, I guess.

"I'm Steve. Steve Harrington. I'm a fighter. I finished my training a few weeks back. I was the top of my cohort when it came to combat. I'm good with my sword and I know how to take a hit. I can turn just about anything into a weapon if it's needed."

Here Steve paused for a moment, straining to hear but there was nothing other than the typical sounds of a night out in the woods. Steve took a breath and plowed forward.

"I want to be more than a fighter, though. I don't want to just wave a sword around for nothing. I want it to...to matter. So I spent a lot of time trying to decide who to wield my sword for. It took me a while, but I found you. I want to be your shield and sword, if you'll have me."

Steve stopped again to listen. Nothing. Robin warned him this might happen. Gods didn't always accept warriors who offered themselves to them, and forgotten gods weren't always reachable. It was fine, though; he’d try again tomorrow night. Steve turned in just before dawn, eager for night again.

Steve worked on clearing the vines tangled around the statue's legs and feet. He yanked out the thick, scraggly vines, and carefully picked apart the prickling thorny ones. There was a particular gnarl of vines that didn't seem like they had a stranglehold on his god's statue. They were healthy and strong, and the way they curled and grew looked more like a caress than an invasion. He decided to leave those on, though he gently rearranged them while removing the more invasive vines so they looked more decorative.

When night arrived with the sound of squeaks and wings, Steve went to kneel at the shrine. He introduced himself again, gave the same spiel as the night before. Still he heard nothing. He scratched the back of his neck in mild insecurity.

“I guess I should tell you I didn’t find you on my own. My friends Robin and Dustin helped me. They’re way smarter than me, you know? Total nerds. I can swing a sword like nothing, but books and research? Yeah, that never works out for me, so they helped me look up all sorts of gods.

“There’s a lot of them. Way more than I thought. Dustin and Robin both recommended me ones or vetoed others. They were getting frustrated with me because I kept rejecting the ones they gave me.

“Then Robin found you. Kind of by accident, to be honest. But she did her research thing and I knew that I wanted to carry your symbol. It took me forever to find this shrine. Robin said this was probably the only shrine you had left, so I had to find it.

“Dustin kept saying it was on the other side of the forest, but obviously he was wrong. Not that he’ll ever admit it, the little shit, but whatever. I’m sorry your shrine was abandoned like this, but I promise I’ll fix it up. I’m good with my hands, I can do it.”

There was no response to his admittedly disorganized ramble. It was fine, he told himself. He needed to be patient. He’d come back the next night.

–

Around the statue’s waist there was another tangled mess of vines, except these vines had died and rotted to dark sludge. There was fungus growing on it, and it reeked. It was gross. Steve scrubbed at it for hours because the rot had stained the stone. He was able to get rid of the rot and most of the stains before going to catch a few hours of sleep in the afternoon.

Night fell and Steve was kneeling for the third time. He repeated most of what he said the previous two nights. There was still no response. He thought maybe he was pushing too hard. He’d never been the super talkative type anyway. He could share the quiet night with his god, if that was what his god wanted.

A few hours passed when he was startled out of his near meditative state by the sound of snapping twigs. He leapt to his feet, hand on his scabbard. Someone–a man by the look of it–stumbled out of the woods. He was pale and dark haired, dressed in ragged clothes that were probably awful even when they were new. He looked like a vagabond.

Steve stepped in front of the shrine, protectively. The stranger grinned at him and Steve could already tell he was not going to enjoy the conversation that was about to happen.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Steve asked firmly, cutting the man off before he could speak. The smile only grew wider.

“I could ask you the same thing, sir,” the man said, adopting the annoyed huff of a wealthy lord. Steve scowled.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second!”

“You didn’t ask me anything,” Steve responded, somewhat smug. The man paused and then snorted a laugh.

“Yeah, okay.” He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You got me.”

“So?”

“So what?”

“What are you doing here? Who are you?” Steve repeated shortly. The teasing grin was back, and Steve felt his scowl deepen.

“Nothing and no one, m’lord,” the man bows mockingly.

“I’m not a lord.”

“Huh. Could’ve fooled me. You’re certainly as demanding as any lord I’ve ever met.”

“Oh fuck you,” Steve snapped. “I’m a holy warrior.”

The man laughed at him outright.

“Well that doesn’t sound very holy warrior-ish. Are your type allowed to swear?”

Steve grinded his teeth and decided it was not worth it to continue this conversation for much longer.

“Look, if you’re here to steal, I’ve got nothing on me.”

“That’s exactly what someone with something to steal would say.”

“Well, I don’t! I’m on a pilgrimage and I don’t want to spill blood on holy ground. So.” Steve wrapped a hand around the hilt of his sword. “Leave. Please.”

“Holy ground? Here?” the man barks out a laugh. “Don’t you know what this place is?”

“Yes,” Steve says shortly, placing himself more firmly between the shrine and the man. “Please leave. There shouldn’t be violence done here.”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that. This place used to belong to the King of Darkness. It’s said he was so evil that nothing grew here until he was run out and defeated by the god of righteousness. You know the one. Really plays up the holier than thou thing by making his hair all gold and glowy? Gotta say, you could give him a run for his money though.”

“You’re wrong.”

“No really! Your hair is great. Way better than Carver, even with the glowy thing.”

“Not that!” Steve said in frustration. This guy really liked the sound of his own voice and Steve was starting to get a headache. It was near dawn and all he wanted was to spend the last hour or so in the quiet night with his god.

“So you agree your hair is better than a god’s?” The man tsks at him. “That’s pretty blasphemous. Are you sure you’re a holy warrior?”

“No! I mean, yes. Wait,” Steve growls at his own bumbling. “No, I’m not better than any god. But I am a holy warrior. Kind of.”

“Kind of.”

“Look, I’m working on it so I need you to leave. You’ve insulted him enough already.”

“Your god is the King of Dark–”

“Call him that again, and I will draw my sword,” Steve said, voice steely. “He’s the Lord of Night, and I won’t let you insult him at his own shrine.”

The man goes quiet for the first time since he showed up. He looked almost surprised, his mocking grin gone. His eyes flicked over to the dilapidated statue and then back at Steve.

“Lord of Night doesn’t sound much different than what I called him,” the man said lightly.

“Well, it is,” Steve told him. “Now, will you please leave?”

The man stared at him for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah, alright.” And then he left as suddenly as he had arrived.

The tension that had built up in Steve’s shoulders drained away. He went back to kneel in front of the shrine again when he noticed the barest hint of sunrise on the horizon. He cursed under his breath then was hit with a wave of embarrassment at cursing in front of the shrine and the whole situation that had transpired.

“I’m sorry about that,” Steve said, abashed. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

–

It happened again.

now with an additional snippet here and here

ps: i do not do those reader tag list things. if you'd like to keep up with my stuff, follow my writing tag: trensu tells stories

#trensu tells stories #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #robin buckley #dustin henderson #eddie munson #i don't even know what to call this #it's an idea i'm playing with but i don't know how well it works #if you're curious about the setting so am i!#if you figure it out do me a favor and tell me what it is #i have more written but it's not done #i'm hoping to post it as a oneshot on ao3 when i finish it #IF i finish it #we'll see i guess #ETA #came up with a title/tag for this #stasis in darkness

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