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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months

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What if Danny went to school with Damian? I’m just imagining them going feral together after a little while, because you know that Danny picks up on Damian’s liminal vibes.

I mostly just want Damien to bring Danny home, and for Bruce to do the headcount thing that Mr. Weasley needed to do in Harry Potter. Just like ‘I could’ve sworn I didn’t have this many this morning’

Damian made a friend.

It shouldn't be as big a deal as his brothers were making it out to be but even he knew that he didn't have the best track record on friendships. It was hard to get along great with the kids in his school.

A lot of them were too carefree, to be unburdened by the things he saw and did on a battlefield and he couldn't stand how loud and messy they all were.

Damian preferred to sit by himself with some headphones in and draw whenever he could get the chance. According to the other children that made him an "emo loser" and a lot of them took great joy in flinging insults and taunts at him.

He never even spoken to them but for some reason, the general populace of Gotham Acadamy deemed him a great target for their scorn. Sometimes Damian wondered if he deserved their taunts, flung paper and spitballs.

If his time in the Leauge of Shadows truly made him broken and wrong as his classmates claimed.

It wasn't like Damian couldn't defend himself. He could have all of them begging for mercy within a minute but to do so would put at risk his Robin identity.

Which then would put his family at risk. Damian would never allow those under his protection to be harmed. So even if it hurt his dignity he allowed some of the more physical bullies to get a few hits in and ducked his head when he walked through the hallways.

His other classmates saw, but no one chose to speak up for Damian Wayne otherwise known as Bruce Wayne's accident on travel and dirty secret. He was the freak. The weirdo. They knew that if they got involved, even if they didn't agree with it, then they would be targeted.

He never expected anyone to step in whenever his bullies found him.

But then again, he came to learn that Daniel Fenton wasn't just anyone. His friend had a heart of gold with a righteous rage that was hardly contained in his smaller body.

It had been three days since Daniel had been transferred to Gotham Acadamy, during their free period. The youngest Wayne had been minding his own business, eating the vegetarian meal prepared by Alfred and drawing a little in his sketchbook when he was surrounded.

Damian had been pushed up against a wall by the meaty hands of the snickering soccer team. They were gripping his shirt collar and Damian had been preparing for a punch in the face when Daniel had appeared out of nowhere.

"Hands!" Danny had shouted pointing at Derek, the captain of the team with a scowl. He was the one who was going to beat Damian up while his friends held Wayne in place. "That's a penalty kick buddy!"

And then Danny kicked Eric- a teenager who was at least a head taller than him- right between the legs. Danny threw his whole body weight into that kick and the captain proved it by choking out a wheeze and falling to the ground.

Before his friends could react, Danny was upon them swinging his lunch tray like a battering ram.

Needless to say, the rest of the soccer team was not impressed, especially the goalie. They abandoned Damian to fight against Danny, who well seemed like he knew his way in a fight, was nowhere near Damian's level of training.

Good instincts but he lacked a solid foundation.

Danny was able to fight off the seven members of the soccer team (the rest didn't really hang out with them during breaks) but he had a lot of wounds as a result.

"Run dude!" Danny had shouted at him, putting himself between the team and Damian. His lip had been busted, he had a black eye and a nosebleed but Danny didn't seem to care. "I'll hold them off!"

Damian was ashamed to admit that he just stood there in shock at the new transfer's behavior. Daniel....was attempting to rescue him. Why?

He hadn't even known Daniel at the time.

The teachers arrived then, dragging everyone to the principal office where Damian was accused of starting the fight and Danny was threatened with being expelled only three days into his move. The soccer team had been smug, while the principal who Damian believed disliked him for his Middle Eastern Blood, seemed to jump at the fact he could smear Damian's name.

Daniel was on scholarship which did not help his chances at all in a school that had legacies.

His father had been away on a mission, so the school had been forced to phone Richard instead. When his brother arrived the soccer team's parents had been throwing a fit about all the hits Daniel had gotten in.

"Mr. Wayne shouldn't have agitated them and Mr. Fenton jumped in unprovoked. ," The Principal said staring Richard down when his brother had loudly demanded to know what happened.

"But he didn't" Daniel cut in. His guardians hadn't arrived yet and had remained mostly silent by the way. The group of parents and teenagers turn to him. "They were the ones to attack Wayne. I hit them unprovoked though. That part is true. They didn't do anything to me, but I can't stand cowards that attack in groups."

"I guess you have proof of this?" Mrs. Skeel sneered. She was Eric's mother and often brides her son out of problems.

"I have a body cam," Daniel reveals pulling out a miniature camera from his tie. He smiles at the dumbfounded stares his actions cause."Recorded the whole thing."

"Can I see the footage?" Richard requested, which Daniel easily handed over. They played it on the Principal's computer and there the camera shows Daniel sitting in the tree that Damian had chosen to sit under. The video captures Daniel watching him up until the soccer team arrives, and their innocence is proven.

Daniel didn't seem to care that he made enemies with almost everyone in that room as Richard quickly took control of the meeting with the evidence. Damian thinks he may not have to worry too much now that the staff were aware that Waynes would and could cut their funding.

Not only that, but the parents were also weary of angering Father. None of this meant that Daniel was safe so Damian took it upon himself to never let the new student be alone for too long.

As a means to protect him.

It wasn't until he realized two months later that school had gone for a dull meaningless pass time to laughter and enjoyment because of Daniel. They walked to class, they shared notes, they passed notes, they watched videos, Daniel chattered about everything and anything and they sent each other funny memes.

Daniel was vastly different from Damian but it didn't seem to bother him. If anything their differences were what made them so close. Daniel claimed that his two best friends back in his old school were vastly different in interest and personalities too.

He had made a friend.

Daniel was his friend.

A friend who didn't seem to mind when he would go quiet to draw or medicate. A friend who didn't need an explanation or justification for his eating habits. A friend he was able to vent about his troubles to and lend an ear to when Daniel faced his own woes.

A person who laughed at all his dark jokes, regardless of how much death was in them. Someone who seemed almost as... what did Todd call him? Feral? as Damian was.

Damian had chosen to invite Daniel to a sleepover. His very first ever sleepover with people from school- Jon held the crown for being the first friend to have a sleepover with him- and he has been ever so excited.

It's childish for someone of his age to show such anticipation for something so small but he couldn't help himself. Something about Daniel was captivating. Almost otherworldly so.

There was something about him that made all of Damian sense buzz but not in a bad way. He isn't sure what it is, but he is getting tired of Drake's and Richard's knowing smirks.

He detested being left out of the loop.

The doorbell rings. Todd makes the motion to stand up, which would be a disaster. He does not want Daniel- a person who swears in old classic book titles to meet his one brother who adores said books and reads them for fun.

Damian flings himself over the couch, using Todd as board. He ignores the shout of rage that his action causes and the hollaring laughter of the rest of Father's brood.

He clears the door before any of the other Wayne members and breaks out into a run. Just in case any of them got the idea of trying to meet Daniel before Damian can control the situation in which it happenes.

Also, he wanted to see Daniel. Spring break felt like an eternity now that he couldn't see his friend every day. He would like to have met up with him since the break started but Daniel's guardian had planned a trip and they only just returned.

He had yet to meet Daniel's uncle but heard a lot of Mr.Clockwork from the teenager. Damian was still unsure if he liked the man. He seemed far too aloof when it came to Daniel.

"Geez Dami, relax! Your boy toy isn't going anywhere!" Brown cackles

"Give him a big smooch!" Drake adds, his laughter echoing Brown's

I will deal with them later. Damian swears, fixing his hair from where it had fallen out during his run. He checks his reflection in the mirror by the doorway. He wants to look good for his first ever school friend's sleepover.

Damian had picked his best outfit, wearing his favorite jeans and black button-down. He accessorized with silver rings and chains, grateful Jon had been willing to facetime to give him the modern teenager stamp approval.

Once he is satisfied that his appearance is at its utmost best, he opens the door.

"Hi, Dami!" Daniel chirps. He is wearing a faded pair of jeans and a white shirt with a red dot in the middle. It's nowhere near Damian's stylish and well-put-together often, and yet he looks as beautiful as a grace nymph outside the school uniform.

Damian mind goes blank for only a second before he nods. "Daniel.Welcome. This is Wayne Manor. I live here for I am a Wayne."

For I am a Wayne!? Damian thinks to himself in horror unsure why those words hand tumbled out of his mouth. A wave of shame washes over him as Daniel curiously looks around with that pleased little half smile on his lips.

Daniel is always half smiling as if he heard a joke only he was privy to.

"This place is cool!" Daniels says spinning around to face him and missing Father stumbling out of the living room. Damian is unsure why the man had return so soon, as he thought Batman would be off-world for another week at the least with Flash.

His father looked dead on his feet, eyes half open as he walked up to Daniel and yanked him into a hug!?

"Oh," Daniel says pressed up to Father's chest. "Hello?"

"Hi, son." Father mutters. He squints down at his friend with bloodshot eyes. " Did you get smaller Timmy?"

"Father!" Damian shouts outraged while the rest of his so-called siblings come spilling out of the other sitting room.

"Bruce!" Drake shouts a wide grin on his face. "I'm over here."

"Wha-? Then who is this?" Father blinks slowly, one eye closing before the other, as he tilts his head. He has yet to realese Daniel, though his part his friend seems content with the embrace seeing as he had returned the gesture. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.....ten? Do I have ten children?"

"You only have nine" Thomas calls out helpfully. Father nods, then counts again, pointing one finger at the people in the room

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine" He looks down pointing at Daniel. "Ten. Why are there ten of you?"

"That's a son-in-law, old man"

"No. I could have sworn none of my children are married......Dick you're not married are you?"

"Not yet B."

"Jason?"

"Trying to find a finger to put a ring on it Old man."

"Cassandra?"

"No thank you."

"Tim?"

"Ew."

Daniel giggled at Drake's response and Damian felt the sudden urge to bury a knife in Drake's side.

"Steph?"

"Nah."

"Duke?"

"I'm too young B."

"Cullen?"

"I can't even get a date, Bruce"

"Harper?"

"Inability to get dates run in the Row family tree."

Father nodded then. "Good none of my children-"

"What about Dami?" Daniel asks with a wide grin. Both his friend and Father turn to stare at him. Damian suddenly feels himself sweating through his shirt.

"Damian? You aren't married?

"Of course not!" He denies it loudly and faces an unconformable red. Daniel cackles like the devil he is.

Father meanwhile continues to hug Daniel while muttering. "Then where did ten come from? Alfred? Why are there ten children in my house?"

"Master Bruce if you do not let that young man go and go see Dr.Thompkins for that concussion I swear, heads will roll!"

Damian is grateful that once again Alfred seems to be the only one with a brain in this manner.

"I like it here," Daniel proclaims watching the butler drag away his confused father. Damian is utterly unprepared for the look that his friend shoots him from under his eyelashes, and he almost trips over his own two feet as he says. "Show me to your room?"

"I...of course! This way! I live here!" Curses his voice cracked. It ended in a squeak! He, Damian Wayne son of the Bat and Demon, made a fool of himself by squeaking!

"This is better than a daytime tv sitcom." Row- the male one- snickers from the stairway and Damian flips him off as he passes by with Daniel.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #dead serious #Why Ten? au #Bruce was so confused by the tenth person #Danny made a friend #and Damian is experiencing his first-ever crush #The Waynes are watching Damian stumble like they watching a wild animal documentation

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rebornbythunder · 2 years

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heartbreaK

[Heartbreak prompt!]

He promised himself when he made his choice that Green would never be involved. From the start he knew it would be his cross to bear, and bear alone. Red accepted that when he first donned the team rocket uniform, he would be lying to Green for the rest of his life.

That wasn't what broke his heart. It bent, under strain, but he held firm. At least, he reasoned, Green could live a normal life, go on as he had and Red could have the satisfaction of knowing that he was protecting him from this silent, secret monster. Weather that meant the Leauge's corruption, or the vast serpent that was his lie, he wasn't sure. But at least Green could be safe.

It all went out the window the second he got reckless.

There wasn't anything he could do. Worse, when Green made the same choice that he did, the man took to the new work smoothly. More than smoothly. Green took his new job as a rocket informant how a vaporion takes to water- complete and total assimilation, made of the same material.

Team Rocket did something to Green.

Not a vile act, no sadistic experiment. Green was not tortured until broken, threatened into submission. They offered him a challenge, and he rose to the occasion. With a smile on his face. He took risks in their name, and they paid off in dividends.

Green had asked him to be his boyfriend within the week. Red, desperate not to loose his Rival, the man his heart had secretly belonged to for the better half of a decade, said yes. He thought that when Green found out about this, he would hate him, want to kill him. But he didn't. He held on tight and kissed him, promised that he'd stay by his side. That he wouldn't lose him to something like this. It felt like a dream.

Until it wasn't.

Red still resisted Rocket's influence. Felt like it was making him a worse person, more vicious, cruel and jaded. He resented his plight, openly said how he hoped the entire organization collapsed in on itself.

Green didn't. He threw himself into it like a skydiver threw themselves into the open blue. And he was good at what he did. He blossomed, out of the rut he'd been buried in, laughed louder and smiled brighter.

But he also got meaner.

Not to Red. He'd actually gotten kinder, more tender to his now boyfriend. They didn't fight as much, if only because Red was too tired to fight, dragged along by Green's gravity. But he was harder on his gym trainers. Even worse to challengers. Saying fundamentally cruel things not just about others, but to their faces.

As if somehow, Green thought he was above them. This wasn't any more prominent than when at Leauge events- he played it off as banter, but Red knew him better. He hated the people around him. Green never hated much before this. Anger, absolutely. Frustration for sure. Never hatred.

Green was changed by Rocket. He was pulled along headfirst in their current, and he fit perfectly into their mold, a perfect spy and parasite, killing the League from the inside.

Red loved him. He had fallen in love with Green years ago. But when Red walked onto base one day, needing to deliver a report to Proton, he passed by Green, in uniform chatting with grunts with stars in their eyes. He turned his head when he heard Red pass by, winking at him and blowing him a kiss.

When Red saw the bright red R earring, shiny and new, he knew he'd lost him.

#v: unwilling rocket #heartbreak prompt #redcanon #YESSS I GET TO DO THIS ONE

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humanitys-shortest · 5 years

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They took Jack away. Shoved him in one of the Watchtower holding rooms for the time being.

Bruce? He had to be put into a medically induced coma.

He had so many broken bones, and the blood loss was unreal. He had been alone and unfound for hours on end - it was lucky that Jack, and the League, found him when they did.

But that didn’t make up for the League’s next choice of actions.

They, of course, didn’t believe anything “The Joker” was telling them. It was all too suspicous. And as for Bruce’s family - Dick and Tim? - they tried to tell the Leauge. They tried to make them understand that there was a different person under who they saw as The Joker, and that he was with Bruce.

They didn’t believe the birds, to say the least.

They went as far as removing their teleportation codes to The Watchtower, as well as cutting of all ties of communication they had with The Watchtower itself. Their excuse? Just until they “sorted this mess out”... Believing that, Nightwing and Robin must be under the influence of Joker toxins, if this is what they really believed. Because... Batman and The Joker being together? It just... Wasn’t in the realms of possibility for any of the League.

They were all too shocked and traumatised by the state they found Bruce in, all the while trying to figure out what had happened exactly.

No one heard Jack out, though. They didn’t even let him see Bruce. They refused to tell him anything.

A month went by. An entire month.

J wasn’t allowed out of The Watchtower. The League didn’t trust him. He was given some pale clothes to replace his tattered suit. The clothes hung off his small frame - getting smaller due to the hungry strikes he went on. He was livid and miserable - he needed Bruce, more then ever right now. He was in fucking space and as far away from home as humanly possible. He was all alone and didn’t even have Dick and Tim to confide in. He... He was lost.

He actually willed The Joker to take over, sometimes. Begging him to take control because, Jack couldn’t cope. He didn’t want to feel anything for awhile. He just wanted to disappear into his own mind. Joker wasn’t always an asshole. Sometimes, sometimes, he did actually want to look after J...

But it only got worse whenever J overheard the League talking and speculating about his involvement with nearly killing Bruce.

It broke him.

He would never hurt Bruce. He’s Bruce’s fucking boyfriend and he’d never, ever hurt him!

Slamming his fists against walls and the glass that looked out to the empty corridor got him no-where. Crying out his desperate pleas that he’d never hurt Bruce got him no-where. Screaming about how much he loved him, and that he swore he had found Bruce like that... Got him no-where.

The League just thought he was dangerously obsessed with the man known as the Batman.

The first person to even look at Jack with the faintest glimmer of trust, was Aquaman. Arthur Curry. But even he was absolutely distraught at seeing the way Bruce had been brought in... They were good friends, after all. Of course, at first, Arthur was livid. But he was finally ready to hear Jack out after an entire damn month - because no one else would.

He entered Jack’s cell. Pulled up a chair, and breathed heavily. “Okay. Go ahead. Tell me your side of the story. I’m all ears.” Sounding extremely exhausted and tired, but... This finally needed to be done.

Jack had his legs pulled up to his chest, curled tightly against the wall and looking so incredibly small. Eyes closed, that were red rimmed with dry tears coating his pale, sunken cheeks. Like all life had been draned out of him. It was his fault for refusing to get up, eat, sleep, shower. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered until he got his Bruce back.

He didn’t look up. Not when Arthur walked in, and not even when Arthur spoke up. But he did manage to form a reply, even if he knew Arthur just wanted to know so he could call Jack a liar. “Why?” He asked, voice numb and rapsy from screaming, “you bored or something?”

“No...” Arthur had responded slowly, voice honest and soft despite the exhaustedness. “I want to know your side of... This. No one has listened to you. And it’s about damn time someone did.” Arthur realised that. It wasn’t fair. And it was fucking clear as night from day that this wasn’t The Joker they all knew right now. So... Yeah. He’d listen.

Jack looked up at that. Cheeks sharp, pale lips pressed together... “You mean it...?” He said, looking Arthur over for weapons... Huh... “O-Okay... But I don’t have much I can tell you. I...I was just on my way home, and I found him like... Like that... I’d been at Harley Quinn’s apartment. But don’t you dare drag her into this, she hasn’t done a thing wrong. I just found Bruce like that in... in a pool of blood... I couldn’t wake him up at all... I tried, I swear...”

...That made sense. Arthur thought. Bruce must have been barely able to make it home, before just... Collapsing onto the ground. Not being able to call for help. Arthur could only nod. Silent. Showing that he was listening, and wasn’t going to interrupt. “I won’t bring her into this.” Arthur softly promised, voice deep and calm. “To be honest? I’ve thought for awhile that this mess had nothing to do with you. But it ain’t that easy convincing the rest of the League.” Shrugging exhaustedly, running a hand through his long, mess hair with a deep sign.

Jack nodded when Arthur said he’d leave Harl alone. Good... He wasn’t going to let them touch her. “The League... No offence... But it gets pig-headed when it feels threatened. You’re all super-something-or-other, and think you just know things from the first glance. The amount of times you’ve forgotton to stop so Bruce can sleep, or eat, because you’re too busy trying to be good- it’s not right.” Staring at the wall as he spoke, arms wrapped tight around his legs still. “I don’t expect you to be able to convince them of anything, I’m fucked. It doesn’t even matter, anyway. Bruce is...” Trailing off...

He thought Bruce was dead.

He just went quiet for a little while.

“There’s no point in me going back to Gotham.”

#batjokes #sims #the sims 4 #char's sims #forgive me for any typos or errors!

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