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Chance
Part Two
Villain coughed as they pulled themself out of the wreckage. The wreckage the heroes caused, but would surely be blamed on them in tomorrow's news. Their knees gave out immediately the first time they tried to stand, pain went shooting through their side.
Sitting on the ground, they surveyed the damage. There was a gruesome gash on their side, probably caused by the broken chunks of stone ceiling they had been buried under. Their ribs were probably fractured, if not broken.
Carefully, ever so carefully, they managed to stand up. With a hand clutching their side they started limping in the vague direction of their base, planning to get home, do the bare minimum required to treat their wounds and pass out.
And that's when they heard it.
Crying. A baby crying. It sounded close. Too close.
It only took a minute or two of looking around to find the source of the sound. It was a struggle to lift the debris given the state they were in, but Villain managed. It was in fact a baby, and probably the only reason it had survived was because who Villain assumed to be its mother had used herself to shield it. They frowned at the sight. Another causality caused by heroes' disregard for civilians. This too, would probably be blamed on them.
Villain wasn't sure what to do. They couldn't take the child in somewhere, they'd be arrested on the spot. And they couldn't leave it here either, who knows when someone would come back to clean up the mess. It wouldn't survive here on its own.
They really only had one option.
"Uh, hey there, little buddy." the Villain said awkwardly as they tried to scoop the wailing baby up into their injured arms. "could you maybe, uh, stop crying? Please? It's a long walk back to my house and I'd rather not draw attention..."
Unsurprisingly, the baby did not comply.
They frowned but didn't know what else to do. What they did know was if they stood here much longer their legs were gonna give out again. So they began the slow, and painful, trek home.
Eventually, the baby did stop crying. Perhaps it just exhausted itself. Whatever the reason, Villain was grateful. By the time they made it home the baby had fallen asleep. They laid it down on the sofa and dragged themself to the bathroom to deal with the gash in their side, the rest could wait until they rested.
When they came back, the baby was awake and crying again. They gathered it into their arms and sunk into the couch. "....Sorry about your mom little guy. The heroes are pretty reckless."
They could feel themself getting closer to passing out. "You're lucky I found you, though it was purely by chance....Chance, huh? That seems like a pretty good name for you."
Their eyelids slipped closed as they fell asleep with the baby in their arms and mumbled. "Welcome to the dark side, Chance."
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Trick or treat?
Happy late Halloween! Here's your treat!
Hero handed out candy to various trick or treaters. Hero gave out candy to little skeletons, ninjas, princesses, pirates, and even tiny versions of themselves. After a few hours, the number of trick or treaters dwindled, and Hero decided to retire for the night.
…
A knock on the door made Hero pause their movie, puzzled. Surely there were no more little ones at this time of night? Hero shrugged, and made their way to the door. A ghost greeted them.
“Hey buddy,” Hero said, looking down the driveway for their parents, “a little late to be out by yourself, yeah?”
As Hero put the last of the candy in the child’s bucket, they piped up.
“I can’t find my Parent,” they said, “can you help me?”
Hero blinked, surprise and sympathy mingling all at once.
“Of course,” Hero said, “let’s go together. They can’t be far.”
Hero closed their front door behind them and took the child’s hand, leading them down the street.
“I’m [Hero’s Name],” Hero said, trying to make conversation.
“I’m Child,” the child answered.
“What does your Parent look like?” Hero asked.
Child described what Parent looked like while Hero led them through the neighborhood. There was no sign of any adult that matched Child’s description.
“Sweetie,” Hero said, “do you know your Parent’s phone number? Their name?”
“Phone number?” Child asked, confused, “their name is Parent!”
Hero nodded, their stomach sinking. This might be a matter for the local police.
“Come on,” Hero said, “I’ll walk you to the police station, they’ll know where your Parent is.”
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Hero led Child through the city streets. They had just reached the gate of a church when Child stopped.
“Parent!” they cried.
Hero whipped their head around but saw no one. Child yanked them by the hand into the graveyard. They stopped in front of a familiar tombstone. Hero froze. All the stone read was, “[Villain’s Name]”.
“Child, what are we doing here?” Hero asked.
“Parent!” Child exclaimed, hugging seemingly nothing.
A few moments passed, and a semi-transparent figure began to materialize, hugging Child back.
“Villian!?” Hero squeaked, their face pale as the sheet Child wore.
“Child, where were you?” Villain asked, “I told you to stay close to me!”
“I tried to find you, but I couldn’t, and you said if I was ever in trouble to go get Hero!” Child argued.
Villain looked up at Hero.
“Uh, hey,” they said awkwardly.
“G-ghost?” Hero asked.
“Heh, yeah,” Villain admitted, “only around Halloween though. Child really wanted to see the living world one more time.”
As Villain spoke, they took off Child’s sheet. A tiny, spitting image of Villain stared up at Hero. Child began to turn semi-transparent, just like Villain.
“Thank you for bringing them back to me,” Villain said, “I don’t know what I’d do if they became a wandering spirit.”
“Y-you’re welcome?” Hero asked.
“Happy Halloween, Hero,” Villain said with a smile, taking Child’s hand.
The pair waved to Hero just as the clock struck midnight. They disappeared, back to the realm of repose, leaving a very shocked Hero standing in a graveyard.
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Prompt #3190
“Ugh, you’re such a parent.”
The superhero laughed at their counterpart. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? You have four villains, two sidekicks, a thief, an assassin, and an occasional vigilante trailing after your like ducklings after their mother. I’m not the only one with a menagerie of adopted kids.”
“No, no I- wait. Oh god. No.”
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Prompt #630
“This might sound entirely insane, but I’m actually your child-!” [Hero] managed to squeeze out as [Super Villain] held them tightly against the brick wall.
[Super Villain] blinked at them in surprise for a moment before rearing back, “I’m not that old!” they replied incredulously.
“From the future!”
“Ah… That makes more sense.”
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The villain's newborn child communicates with the hero through telepathy, causing confusion and chaos, the villain is clueless.
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part three the difference plssssss im too emotionally attached
Ig so lol i like this series too
lili-loves-whump presents:
The Difference Pt. 3
1, 2
“What happened next?” Sidekick asked excitedly. They were lounging on the carpet in pjs, with a blanket thrown across them.
Hero smiled softly, looking off towards the window. The sun was setting, turning red. They swept a strand of hair out of their eyes and pursed their lips.
“Well, Sidekick,” they started, “like most, this is a story of tragedy, and death. Are you sure?”
Confusion clouded Sidekick’s eyes, but they nodded all the same. Hero smiled and took a deep breath. This part of the story was always the worst, they thought.
“Well, the little kid left. They didn’t even sleep, just jumped out the window and ran into the night. There was a car, a red one, that swerved to miss them, but the kid couldn’t tell. They’d already caused the Villain pain- just like everyone else in their life. So they did the one thing they knew how to do. Run.
The kid ran, and ran, and ran. Through valleys and under trees. It was near morning by the time they stopped moving, choosing to collapse in a cornfield instead of continuing the steady walk-jog they’d kept through the late hours.
It was hot, and the sun was up, high in the sky. The kid was hungry, pushing sticky strands off his forehead, glistening with half-dried sweat. Everytime they thought of their rumbling stomach, they remembered the cautious kindness of the Villain and teared up. So they ignored their need for food and decided to doze in the corn field.
When Villain woke up, they turned the house upside down looking for their missing child. The living room was destroyed before they remembered the night before.
When they did, they screamed.
Why did you let the child go, they yelled at themselves, you should have made them stay, you sick son of a bitch.
But the kid didn’t think of it like that- they thought they were sparing the Villain more pain. So they trudged on, tired from the heat, stomach growling under the hunger, through the corn field, towards the city border.
They thought, if I can just get to the border, it’ll be fine, I can run away and never see Villain again.
Their feet hurt, blistering from the walk. They’d shedded their shirt long ago, but when night arrived, they began to regret it. Cool breezes swept through the corn, and something croaked and rattled.
Meanwhile, Villain knew that the child was gone, and began to cry again. They felt like they were overreacting, as the child was just a stranger.
But the child was a child.
So, against everything, they went out looking. Scouring the city in the middle of the afternoon wasn’t ideal, but the kid had about 16 hours of a head start. They started towards the border instinctively, desperate to bring the kid home.”
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Hayloo!! Big fan of your blog here!💗💗
Just an idea that popped a while ago while I read this prompt! And I thought maybe you could continue it.. please?🥺 because it's really interesting!😊
maybe hero finds out that Villain is hurt and is a single father caring for his toddler daughter and so they help the villain care for his wounds and also parent the child in some way?
*cue in the hurt/comfort*
*fluff ensues in the process* while they bond over their fondness for the daughter or something along those lines?😅
I am so sorry if this is quite specific and confusing😭😭 You can go any way with this and it’s fine if this is not how you want the prompt to continue as a story!!☺
I hope you're doing well! and always take care of yourself!<33
THIS IS SO SWEET ANON WTFF. But no seriously that little short had always sorta stuck w me bc...idky? A villain parent working their ass off for providing for their child to at least give them something they didn't have just hits the emotions. That being said, I did cry while coming up concepts for this :')
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"What's two plus five?"
There was a moment of silence as the young child spent the next minute counting on her fingers. Villain followed along with his eyes until the kid lit up. "Seven!!" She announced.
Villain gave a proud smile, ruffling his daughter's hair. "That's right, Sophie. Good job, darling," he turned back to the book, pointing at the next set of questions. However, before he could help his daughter work through the questions, the doorbell rang. Villain looked up, eyeing the bedroom door. "Did you invite your friends today?" He asked, looking at Sophie. Her eyes lit up but shook her head.
Villain sighed and smiled at his daughter, pressing a small kiss to her forehead. "Can you work out the rest of the questions while daddy goes and see who's at the door?" He asked, running his hair through her dark locks. Sophie simply smiled and gave a thumbs-up, melting Villain's heart. He got up, groaning a little as his leg began aching again.
Despite the urge to just lay down and rest his sore body, Villain left the bedroom and closed the door firmly behind him before approaching the front door.
Almost as soon as he opened it, his heart dropped, and he swore he would've fallen over if it weren't for the way he leaned against the door. Hero's glowing face greeted him from the other side and Villain could feel his heart stopping.
"Would this be Civilian Name's residency?" Hero asked though Villain only stared, frozen in horror. There were no sounds for a moment, aside from the heart pounding in his chest with the adrenaline that flowed in his blood now. His fingers twitched at the doorknob before Villain rushed to slam it close.
A panicked breath left Villain when Hero had caught the door and pushed it back with surprising ease. "I know this is your apartment, Villain," Hero's voice sounded from beyond the door. With a small grunt, Hero pushed the door back until they could make it past the entryway. They reached down to the set of handcuffs that hung at their belt as Villain stumbled back, wincing as he put a little too much pressure on his healing leg.
"Not today, please." The plea came out of Villain's mouth before either of the two could really process what Villain had said.
"You should've thought about that before you decided to be a criminal," Hero replied, closing the door securely. The crime fighter took in the sight of Villain, taking note of how the other trembled and looked like an animal caught in a trap.
Hero frowned and took a few steps forwards, cornering Villain against the wall of the kitchen and the small hallway. "Hero, please, not today. I can't- I won't fight if you do it some other time. Just not today," Villain continued, trying to bite back the quiver in his voice. There was a pause from Hero, as they took in the teared up and trembling villain ahead of them.
"Papa! I did it!"
Both the adults looked away from eachother, to the voice of a child from the other end of the hallway, outside the kitchen. Hero's eyes widened, and Villain scrambled to stand between his daughter and his nemesis. Hero couldn't help but take notice of the true panic in Villain's eyes now, the shaky breaths he took. There was quiet between the two adults as the small girl looked between Hero and Villain.
"Did you call your work friend, papa?" Sophie asked, innocently walking behind her father and peeking out at Hero.
Before Villain could reply, Hero had spoken up. "Yeah, he did," Hero smiled, dropping down to their knees to Sophie's height.
Villain almost choked on air with how quickly Hero changed their behavior. "Your dad needs a little help with his homework, so I've come to visit him." Hero glanced up at the glassy-eyed villain. "Did I interrupt your homework time? Sorry."
"No, um, it's fine Hero," Villain finally spoke up. He did his best to try and quell the shaking in his voice and his hands. "Why don't you go draw, Sophie? Papa will be there in a little bit after talking with, uh," Villain paused, glancing at Hero. He didn't expect to see the sympathetic look on Hero's face.
As Sophie disappeared, Hero stood, looking at Villain. "Is that your kid?" They asked, much gentler than before. It had caught Villain off guard, and he took a few steps back. Hero glanced down at his leg, before looking up at the father, guilt resting on their expression now. "How old is she?"
Although reluctant to do so, Villain eased his stance. In the few years he had gotten to know Hero, he was sure the other wouldn't hurt any kid, whether it was a civilian's or a villain's. "She just turned 6," he replied quietly, trying to calm his breathing. Hero's gaze dropped down to the other's leg again, and the villain shifted underneath his nemesis's scrutinizing eyes.
"It's been a week and a half since the battle. Has your leg still not healed?" Hero asked. Villain couldn't believe it, but it was even softer than before. He almost sank to his knees and cried in relief. Sophie would be safe. They wouldn't do anything to him or to her.
Villain meekly nodded, leaning against the wall. "I can't go to the hospital. Can't get caught an' stuff," he mumbled, looking down and crossing his arms over his chest. Hero's heart gave out at their nemesis' soft look. Slowly, they approached him, before softly resting their hand over his shoulder. Villain sighed shakily, glancing up at Hero warily.
"Let's get you patched up, first and foremost. And if you're alright with it, I'd love to meet Sophie." Villain almost cried at Hero's offer before he timidly nodded.
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Random prompt #50 (and a continuation of #32)
Hero let out a relieved sigh as they finally got into the house, closing and locking the front door behind them. They had had a long day at the base and had to stay late due to an unplanned meeting and presentation about conflicts of interest.
It was not fun, especially when one of their co-workers snapped at them during the meeting because they were a 'traitor' and their opinion 'didn't matter'. Again. They had been working in the agency long before that punk had.
Their gaze swept over to the hallway leading to their and Villain's shared bedroom, and their tired frown was replaced with a fond smile. The fiddled with the ring on their finger, tracing over the engraved words on the side.
And then something else caught their eye. The kitchen light was on.
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"You're not supposed to be up," Hero commented, leaning against the doorway to the room.
Teen merely gave a huff, taking a sip of their hot chocolate.
"I don't have to listen to you." They murmured after they swallowed, keeping their gaze on their mismatched socks.
Hero gave a smile and a shrug. "I didn't say to do anything. I was just stating the fact," They explained as they moved to the fridge and opened it to grab themselves a bottle of water.
"Villain is worried about your sleep schedule," They continued as they hopped themself up onto the counter across from Teen, closing the fridge with their foot. "I remember being your age. Did something happen at school?"
The step-parent didn't even have to look up before they heard Teen give a sniffle.
It had been a long day for Hero, but they would listen all night if it meant their step-child would start to feel better.
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Short Snippet #1
"Kidnapping? Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. You misunderstood. The only kid napping is right over there. See," Villain points to the child sleeping peacefully on her couch.
Hero stares at the child curled up under a fluffy blue blanket, a plush bunny clutched to their chest, then back at their nemesis. "Since when do you have a kid?"
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Hi!! I don’t know if you do asks, but if you do, could you please do this one?
https://just-a-few-prompts.tumblr.com/post/639624968096841728
Id really appreciate it!! :)
I apologize for the MASSIVE delay in replying, I hope you like it. :D
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The many nights in preparation of telling their parents that they were a part-time hero did not ready them for the possibility that Villain would confront their mom in this matter.
Tapping their foot, Villain waited after ringing the doorbell. Hero prayed that their mom wasn’t home. She did not like the idea that there were kids sacrificing themselves to ensure the city’s safety. But it didn’t stop Hero from approaching the Hero Association.
Money was tight. And they were reckless.
The door opened revealing Hero’s dad, raising an eyebrow at the two of them until he saw the maskless crime-stopper. “Babe, you’ve got to see this!” He shouted behind his back, earning a slight chuckle from Villain and a wide-eyed expression from the other.
They were done for.
After a short explanation from Villain, Hero’s parents dragged Hero in the apartment before allowing the Villain to make themselves at home.
After patching the Hero up and ordering Hero’s younger sibling to not eavesdrop, the family sat down at the dinner table. The father was the first to speak, “Did my child kick a—”
“Honey.”
She cleared her throat. “I apologize for his informality. I have a lot of questions but one thing is for certain,” She glanced at Hero, “You are no longer working at the Hero Association. Do you hear me?”
“But I—” They stopped themself. How many nights had Hero spent, fighting crime when their mother wasn’t aware of it?
How many times have they returned home, covered in injuries when they could’ve been catching up with their friends. Or finishing that art project. Hero averted their gaze in guilt. “Yes ma’am…”
Unwrapping a coffee candy, the Villain spoke, “We’ve got a lot to go over.”
Many questions, one-thousand lectures, and a few jokes later, and the Hero found themselves staring at their ceiling in disbelief. They checked the window to see if the Villain had left before their dog started licking them. They ruffled his fur in return.
“Missing me already?”
The crime-stopper rolled their eyes before suddenly turning toward the criminal. “Why did you… not kill me right then and there?”
The only sound that came from the villain was a huff. “It wasn’t until I got a close look of your face did I realize how young you truly were. Personal feelings got the better of me.”
The hero narrowed their eyes but took the answer. “Thanks.”
Due to Villain, they got the final art project finished, feed the dog, and could sleep peacefully without worrying about a bajillion things, excluding the geometry test. “Will you continue being a villain?”
The other did not answer. There it was. That odd, cold expression.
“If you do, well… I might come back for you in the future.” Hero grinned at this, “And I’ll give you a hugattack!”
“A what?”
The hero didn’t answer as their parents lead Villain to the exit, thanking them for the conversation.
Hero waved the villain goodbye, hoping they’d see Villain when the time was right but little did Hero knew,
They would never see them again.
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Prompt 6
“Absolutely not, you are not using that.” The villain spoke, hands on hips with their best disappointed parent face.
“Oh come on mum! This is by far the coolest thing in here.” Complained their teenage daughter, twirling an electric spear in their fingers the sound of electricity crackling throughout the room.
“No it’s the most dangerous, put it down.”
With a huff the teenager girl set down the spear and made their way over to their mum.
“If you give me another grappling hook, I’m gonna freaking lose it.” They explained, arms crossed over the chest.
“Watch your language, and no I’m not giving you another grappling hook. What I have in mind is more damaging then a grappling hook.” The villain said making their way over to another glass cabinet that decorated the walls of their lair.
“A GUN!!”
“Jesus fuck no.”
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Chance Part Two
Part One
Taking care of a baby, as it turns out, is not easy. Villain has absolutely no clue what they're doing.
Their recent search history is full of things like "How to change a diaper" "What do you feed babies" and "How to stop your cat from hissing at a baby"
That last one was probably a less universal parenthood experience, but Villain's snooty cat was not particularly happy with the new team member.
Another thing that Villain had learned within the following day after bringing the child home, was that they probably should have checked the baby's gender before picking a name. But that was less important, Chance could be a girl's name if Villain said so. Social rules weren't really their thing anyway.
Over the next few days, Villain acquired all manner of baby things. And also a lot of parenting books.
After several days of doing nothing but trying to figure out how to care for an infant, Villain realized they had to get back to doing villain things. But they couldn't exactly leave the child alone all day while they were out fighting heroes...
A day later, Vigilante stood in Villain's living room looking very unimpressed. "Where did you even get that."
"Her name is Chance and I found her in the wreckage after fighting hero last week."
"And you kept it because...?"
"Because despite what the news thinks I'm not a monster." Villain huffed. "Now are you going to watch your new niece while I make an appearance for the heroes or not."
"You must be desperate if you're going to trust me with a child."
Villain shot their younger sibling a look. "Is that a yes?"
Vigilante sighed. "Unfortunately."
"Great!" Villain passed Chance to Vigilante and started gathering a few things. "I'll only be gone a few hours. She'll probably nap for most of that time anyway."
Vigilante soon found themself standing alone in Villain's house reluctantly holding a bright eyed baby.
Villain's cat was on the other side of the room, glaring daggers at the child.
Vigilante raised an eyebrow at the animal. "Don't look at me like that. I'm on your side in this."
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Prompt #3151
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant?”
“Right, because I was going to let my nemesis know I was in a weakened state. Don’t be daft.”
“Daft?! I could have- I would’ve come with your to appointments. Paid for everything. Set up a nursery in my lair. Oh, hell, I should still do that. And child support- oh, or custody? I mean, I’d like custody, but I also get why you wouldn’t want me to have any-”
The hero blinked at her nemesis. “You want to...be involved?”
“Of course! I’m not going to be a deadbeat dad.” The villain offered a wry smile. “That’s how you end up with a villain on your hands.”
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Lilies and Bloodshed Chapter 1
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Tim Parks was a less than average 13 year old. But there were few normal things about his life. He went to Neon city middle school, he liked indie music, his favorite color was orange. And he could make things float. Now obviously the last part wasn’t average, nor were any of his other odd powers, but again, nor was much else in his life.
His mom worked almost 24/7 as a nurse. Which was probably for the best, considering she didn’t seem to like his presence anyways. Whenever she was around she seemed to consistently make comments about anything she deemed wrong with him, from his social life to his clothing style.
So again, probably best to avoid her. Speaking of social life, he should get ready if he didn’t want to miss the bus again. He snapped out of his daze and quickly got ready, struggling to pull on his snow boots. Normally Neon city’s weather center kept clear skies, but last week they had maintenance when a blizzard blew through. Definitely bad timing.
A parka and sweatpants were the warmest clothes he owned, so those were the obvious go to. Pulling up his backpack and grabbing the lanyard that held his student ID, he quickly bolted out the door, with it auto locking behind him. A cleaning bot roamed the halls, the hum of its vacuum the most hello Tim would ever get from it.
It was chilly outside, and the bus was long gone. He let out a string of curse words as he pulled out his phone, scrolling to the contacts under Z. He clicked the only name under it, tapping his foot as he heard it ring. A chipper voice answered, and Tim felt himself let out a relieved sigh.
“Yo kid! You skippin out on school today?” Zlo was very against the idea of going to school past eighth grade, and never minded the idea of Tim spending the day with him instead. Though Tim rarely entertained this idea, it was Friday, and an early weekend sounded appealing. “Do you mind hacking the attendance records if I am?” There was a pause where Zlo was definitely quietly celebrating.
“Course not kid! Just come down to the store, and we can go to Bet’s n Breakfast!” Bet’s n Breakfast was a hole in the wall diner that had the best hash browns Tim had ever tasted, and one of those places his mom would have scolded him for hours if he even looked at. It was usually dirty inside, the neon sign having the majority of the letters unlit. And it was probably one of his favorite places in the world.
His ABSOLUTE favorite place was definitely Eldergrove flowers, the florist shop Zlo owned. Of course he didn’t sell daisies and roses like any other florist. Because nothing about Zlo was normal. Instead he sold lilies and foxglove, oleander honey and hemlock. While Zlo was technically a retired villain, some of his more homicidal tendencies remained. Tim couldn’t really say anything, not without being hypocritical.
The shop was pleasantly warm inside, a stark contrast to the outside. The small holographic panel behind the counter indicated it was seventy degrees fahrenheit inside. Healthy vines ran along the ceiling, shelves lined the walls. There were a few hanging baskets overflowing with foliage, and gardening tools in the corner. Each shelf rack was surrounded by a transparent barrier shield, as some of the plants were bad just to touch.
Tim was seemingly oblivious to the careful footsteps behind him, blissfully absorbed in looking at the budding foxglove. Zlo’s movements were slow and deliberate, he was slightly crouched so as to avoid being seen. Obviously he could shroud himself in darkness, but this way actually gave Tim a fair chance.
Right as he was reaching out to grab his shoulder in a sudden, quick movement, Tim spun around delivering a mock karate chop to his side. Zlo doubled over dramatically, falling backwards onto the floor whilst clutching his side. “BETRAYAL! BETRAYAL BY MY CLOSEST FRIEND! OH, WHAT CRUEL IRONY IS THIS? THAT I MAY BE STRUCK DOWN BY MY GREATEST ALLY!” Tim peered down at him, very clearly trying to keep himself together.
“If you’ve finished Shakespeare, I’ll be outside waiting.” “WOW, so first you strike me down, then you leave me for dead?” He wiped a fake tear from his eye. “I’m so proud! You’re becoming a true ruthless killer.” Tim couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he extended a hand and pulled his mentor to his feet. “Couldn’t you have levitated back up?” “Yeah, but what’s the fun in that?”
Zlo stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out a card. “For a second there I thought you were gonna pull out REAL COINS.” Tim teased. Zlo gave him a look off fake offense and scoffed. “JUST because I’m thousands of years old does NOT mean I’m not with the times. And it’s 2045 nobody uses physical cash anymore.” Tim held the door open for him. “Elderly first!”
The walk to the diner was filled with banter and teasing, Zlo at one point considering dropping the young teen down into the sewers. Though if prompted both of them would probably do it just for fun. Sure they made bad decisions, but they made them together. If that wasn’t the definition of friendship, Zlo didn’t know what was.
Tim stared upwards for a few minutes before looking back at his friend. “Hey Zlo, do you think I could balance on a roof ledge?” Zlo seemed thoughtful for a moment before responding. “Probably, yeah. You wanna try it tomorrow?” Tim’s eyes lit up at the offer. “Fuck yeah I do!” “Cool, let’s hope you actually can balance, because I don’t feel like getting an earful from your mom.”
He shuddered at the thought. The last time Tim had gotten hurt he wasn’t allowed anywhere near Zlo for a month. Which got repealed quickly as his mom was reminded of his “job” at eldergrove. “I feel obligated to warn you to be careful.” Tim was no longer listening however, as he rushed through the door of the diner. “FUCK YEAH, HASH BROWNS!” Zlo couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics. These were the moments that he remembered why he retired.
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Ghosts Tell Me
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Ghosts gather near the place where something bad is going to happen,
Danny with his ghost sense tends to notice before anyone else and tends to react outwardly before the danger even happens, gaining a reputation of seeing the future,
Ghosts also tell Danny things, causing Danny to know more about situations and the people around him, it comes of as suspicious.
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Danny pulling away a snack from his coworker: "Careful your allergic to these ingredients!"
Coworker: "How the hell...I've never mentioned that to anyone."
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Danny on a phone call with his friends while doing his nightly walks in Gotham: "Yeah so apparently the second Robin who is now Red Hood has very personal beef with the clown here cuz he got killed by him after being sold out by his bio mom, which really sucks for the poor guy."
Oracle who has been keeping an Eye on Danny cuz he's very suspicious from an outsiders pov: "Hey B, I think we have a problem."
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Danny notices that the ghost in Gotham tends to gather where something bad is going to happen, the more they are the worse the situation will be: *glowing smoke leaves from his mouth* "Yikes! Very bad vibes here, nope!"
Gothamites who at this point recognize him and know the drill and quickly pack up their things to leave:
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Just an Idea
#Danny is getting all the good gossip from the ghosts#Gothamites after seeing Danny breathe out glowing smoke#“Ok wrap it up”#“Not dying today”#Oracle can't hack Danny's phone and that just makes him look worse#ghost parents telling Danny to go smack their kids cuz they've been “acting out”#Danny then proceeds to smack villains and their goons#only saying “your parent *insert name* sent me!”#“now behave”#dp x dc#danny phantom#dpxdc#dc x dp#batman#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover
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i dont even know at this point
misunderstood villain feared by everyone, except kids
so they adopt orphans and teach them how to be criminals.
ooooh!! I’m back from school camp so expect regular posts again xx
lili-loves-whump presents:
The Difference
(part 2)
“Villain walked down the straight path on the straight street with straight lamplights shining straight beams onto their straight features.
Villain, as you may have guessed, was not straight.
They scurried down the pathway, keeping their head low, so the smelly tomato faced the moon. They didn’t touch it.
On the other side of the road, a small woman ran quickly towards a car, fear plastered on her face. Villain did nothing- they knew they would be ignored if they tried to help. So they didn’t.
They shifted their cape. It was uncomfortable, too heavy, but Supervillain still made them wear it. “You look so evil,” they’d cackle, “so, so evil, Villain!”
Villain wasn’t really that evil, though. No, they weren’t. See, that very night, Villain stumbled across a small child, with coppery hair and eyes of sea, and they went: huh. I guess that's a child, and tried to walk away.
This damn child refused to leave Villain alone. They were small, skinny, but smart enough that they followed the criminal. The not straight criminal.
Good old Villain had been trying to juggle a girlfriend (AN: or boyfriend it doesn't matter) for years, but villainy and hiding the money from their various schemes was hard to do with a spouse around the home. So they stopped trying. They were lonely- nearly as lonely as their best friend named Ava.
So when they saw a gangly child- assumably with no parents- following them, they smiled to themselves and whisked them away to their little home under the straight lights, across from the straight pathway, where the straight beams of rising sun shone against their straight features.
Before the story continues, I'd like to remind you Villain was the only thing that wasn't straight in the neighbourhood. That, and their morals, was the difference between them and every other Villain in the city."
#lili loves whump#drabble#hero#villain#creative writing#trope#child hero#parent villain#homeless hero
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