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Made up fic title: Gotham In White
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The Ghost Investigation Ward shows up to Gotham with no warning.
Suddenly Red Hood's being hunted. Suddenly, they're at Gotham Academy, going after Damian Wayne. Stalking down the streets in search of Cassandra Cain.
Gotham knows death. There's blood ground into her streets, forgotten whispers tucked into alleys. Her people know death, know what it means to be hunted.
And they're pissed that some uppity shady Government assholes are going after their own--whether that's the Waynes, or their vigilantes or the random person on the street that danced too close to death.
The GIW is prepared for resistance from the ghosts and ecto entities they hunt, from the close family who don't understand what the GIW's noble purpose is.
They aren't prepared for an entire city to fight back. For the Batman to stand against them.
(They should have known. The Batman is a vigilante. He answers to his own code, to his family, and unofficially to the commissioner. He does not answer to random government goons with dubious authority. He will not allow his city to face another threat, Gotham has too many already).
No one's prepared for the Spirit of Gotham herself. No one's prepared for her rage. The dead already sleep restlessly here, the veil is already thin.
No one's prepared for the figure she calls. For her to reach across time and dimension to call upon the King of the Infinite Realms.
Gotham's awake. And the GIW has no idea what they've done.
#DPXDC#Ask Games#Prompt ish#Akela's Antics#Akela's Asks#The GIW: let's poke this city with a stick!#Gotham: Try it bitch#I DARE YOu#The GIW: *pokes*#Gotham: Hold my respirator#A bitch is goin' DOWN
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I SAID FUCK IT AND I DID IT!!!!
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“Your brother is adorable.” The cashier cooed at Danny, peering over the counter with a smile. “What’s his name?”
Danny looked down to the surly, scowling little de-aged Batman currently holding onto his hand, glaring up at the cashier with bright blue eyes.
Things had already been bad enough when he’d gotten caught in a fight in Gotham, but things went from bad to worse when a magician had hit Batman with a de-aging spell and then shoved them through a portal.
Into a different fucking dimension.
Because of course neither of their lives could be easy. And now the two of them were stuck in Iowa in the middle of nowhere, at a truck stop gas station, trying to go on a cross-country roadtrip to reach the nearest hero city and get home.
He looked up and smiled awkwardly, trying to come up with a name off the top of his head — one of the heroes called Batman ‘B’ when he got hit right? B for Batman, right. B… B… Bee… Bees.
“Buzz.” He said, and tried not to grimace as the cashier’s face warped with surprise. “Like the astronaut.”
This was gonna be a long trip.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc crossover#dpdc#older brother danny except its BRUCE’S TUUURRRB#why are they in another dimension? because otherwise they’d be found too quickly :)#danny has a backpack on him and irs currently holding bruce’s batman suit#bc ofc he’s not gonna leave that in a cornfield for someone to find#he’s extremely weirded out and antsy by the fact that he can see batman’s face#despite being a kid. it Feels Wrong. its respect for the secret identity#how old is bruce? younger than 10#dpdc prompt#dpxdc prompt#older brother danny in progress#danny’s like. 15-ish thats why he’s so anxious#confident danny is fun and all but nervous danny ftw#none of their tech works bc they’re in a different dimension#its their ‘zuko life changing adventure’ trip. the cross country is vital to the bonding experience#nothing says ‘brotherly bonding’ like being forcibly shoved i to the next door dimension and going on a cross country road trip to get help#danny being a random dead kid hero. nobody important other than to his city and now he’s gotten himself involved with batman and co#danny: his name is buzz :) *internally screaming*#bruce is wearing stolen kid clothes they both look homeless#danny doesnt know bruce’s secret identity and vice versa#this is gonna be so fun danny’s gonna keep forgetting that bruce isnt actually a kid#bruce has the memories of his adult self but everything is kid-sized including his brain#so he’s not developmentally an adult all. his brain is that of a kid’s#starry says its bruce’s turn with the big brother >:((
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Not all of Vlad's cloning attempts failed aside from Dani.
There was one more, but since it was already dissolving, he gifted it to an old friend so they could study it. Lex had apparently been working with Cadmus to make a clone and was...having a bit of a hard time.
Unbeknownst to Vlad, Lex managed to save the clone and stabilize it by introducing Kryptonian DNA. He also successfully aged up the clone to sixteen.
Kon has no idea.
Until he does.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#phanfic#story prompt#Kon's weird age thing was actually halfa related#because the dead don't age#and he hadn't been stabilized PROPERLY lex just did the equivalent of slapping duct tape on the problem#so his biology switched his aging to his ghost form and his non-aging to his physical body#when the age thing got fixed it just forced his ghost form to stop aging and his human-ish one to age
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Prompt 274
You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons.
Jason? Aware of none of this.
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout.
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen.
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Ghosts are Dragons#Halfa Jason#Not Ghost King Danny#Ancient of Space Danny#Jason: If I just got kidnapped by fae because Dick said my name I’m going to riot#Halfas have human-ish forms#Danny has four arms like Pandora & floating horns like Frostbite & same scale patterns as Clockwork#He’s cooing over the little Star Core Jason#Jordan & Ellie: Oh a new sibling? You give us sibling to tease? Yessss gooood#Pariah looking down at this scrap of a teen now forced into dragon form for his health: Ah yes another grandson#Jason has no clue what’s going on he’s very overwhelmed right now#Danny was not the one to nab Jason but it’s his child now look how cute#sun core dan#moon core ellie#space core danny#star core jason#a lil celestial body flock of dragons <3#Jason is like a chonky amphiptere-esque dragon#long serpentine with feathered wings but also has legs#six chubby catterpillar-esque ones and long curved talons
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Inktobertale 2023 day 12: Hoodie
I like to imagine that Ink wears a variety of colorful comfy hoodies and jackets (that may or may not be stolen lol) during his downtime
#inktobertale2023#inktobertale#undertale#utmv#ink sans#ink!sans#undertale multiverse#utmv fanart#fanart#myart#me: oh hey hoodie is gonna be a super easy prompt#also me: draws ink 4 times in different ish outfits
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imagine your fave at work, not having time to use the restrooms all day because every time they try to escuse themselves, there's always something new they have to take care of (or maybe they're just too distracted to take a break).
they're well aware of their desperation, forcing it to the back of their mind so they can help their coworkers/boss/clients/customers (depending on what job they have) with whatever it is.
this cycle goes on for hours, their absentminded squirming getting increasingly harder to keep under control.
it's in the middle of one of these tasks that they suddenly realize they have to go, now. they stutter out an apology to whoever they're talking to (probably leaking a few times) and, knowing they won't make it, at least try to find somewhere more private before they lose control.
they start wetting full force the moment they get to an empty room, slamming the door shut as they slump against it in relief. their legs give in and they sink to their knees, not caring about the rapidly expanding puddle beneath them. all they can think about is how good it feels to let go.
the stream eventually stops and they realize what they've done, their face burning with shame and tears welling up in their eyes.
before they can fully panic or think of how to clean themselves off, a knock on the door snaps them out of their thoughts.
"hey, are you there?" the other person asks. "we need your help with something,"
"i-i'll be there in a moment," they reply, trying to act casual.
great. how were they going to get out of this?
#omorashi#omocute#i give a prompt#sorry for being inactive-ish for so long#i just haven't had the time to make original posts#anyways i hope this longer thing made up for it
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My gift for @takao-in-sekai <3 Kuroko and Takao spending time together, featuring some fun wings ✨
I love both characters dearly and the prompts were very interesting! I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed working on it.
Thank you @knbexchange for hosting this event :)
#kuroko tetsuya#takao kazunari#kuroko no basket#knb#kurotaka#my children#funny how I have draw Takao multiple times in comparison to other characters#THANK YOU for the prompts once again#I thought about many ideas but went with something summer ish in a wings AU#Kuroko likes to carry his friends(at least those he is capable of) change my mind#knb valentines exchange 2024
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“You’re drunk,” the villain said, voice tinted with surprise.
The hero hiccuped.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No—wait, why are you here?”
The villain laughed.
“Someone told me a party was going on, and that I should crash it. I didn’t expect it to be yours.”
The hero blinked back a sudden onslaught of tears.
“Not really mine any more. So if you had any reservations about crashing…”
The villain arched a brow, and sat down on the slightly damp grass across from the hero.
“Are you saying you want me to crash your party?”
“Not my party.”
The villain tugged out a piece of grass.
“Why isn’t it your party anymore.”
“It just isn’t,” the hero said around a sob.
The villain studied them, too observant, too seeing.
“Does this have anything to do with you being drunk?”
The hero hiccuped again. “No.”
The villain hummed.
“I thought you had a problem with alcohol. Because of your—“
The hero stuck their hand out, pressing a finger to the villain’s lips.
“Can we not?”
The villain had the audacity to smile.
“Stop smiling.”
The villain obliged.
“Did you…did you want to get drunk?”
The hero didn’t answer, and the villain stiffened. Their eye caught on the empty solo cup, abandoned on the grass beside them.
“Please—and I mean this in every sense of the word—tell me that those ‘friends’ of yours did not spike your drink.”
The hero shrugged, noncommittally.
“They just wanted me to relax. Have fun. It isn’t their fault.”
When they looked up again, the villain was seething.
“They drugged you.”
“That sounds so bad—“
“Did you give consent?” The villain’s face was carved from stone.
“I—they wanted me to relax.”
“That’s a no.” The villain grabbed the hero’s chin. “If it isn’t an enthusiastic yes, it’s a no.”
The hero moved their head from the villain’s hand.
“It’s fine.”
“It isn’t.”
The hero looked back at the villain. The villain sighed.
“You’re even more stubborn when you’re drunk.”
Ridiculously, the hero smiled.
A moment later, the villain held out their hand.
“Come on. Let’s go get you some better friends—these ones are trash.”
The hero blinked uncertainly. They shot a glance back at the house, humming with music, and laughter, and light. The hero doubted their friends—their ex friends—had even noticed they were gone.
They took the villain’s hand.
“As long as they aren’t douchebags.”
The villain laughed. God, they had a nice laugh, and led the hero away, down the street, and kept holding their hand the whole time.
The only friend the hero ended up making that night was the villain.
And in the end, they were the only friend that mattered.
#villains and heroes#hero/villain#writing#writing community#creative writing#snippet#angst#heroes and villains#fic writing#ficlet#writing prompt#drunk#hero whumpee#ish#idk#have I posted this before?#whump
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whumper who literally just uses an immortal whumpee as an organ farm. like yes we love to see an entrepreneur on the black market! make those profits!
#whump community#whump#crack whump#ish#whumpblr#whump writing#whump prompt#sadistic whumper#medical whump#lab whump#immortal whumpee
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wctober day five - dreaming
mr sandman, bring me a dream
#my art#do not copy trace or steal#leafpool#wctober#wc art#waca#warriors#warrior cats#LETS GO LESBIANS LETS GO#the bugs r moth-ish i only skimmed my references for that BUT i think it works bc who dreams in 1080pAJKNFDHGBDFGH#im gonna be real idk what i wanna do for todays prompt i might sit on it + eat and then figure something out#tiny+littermates.? so its like a bittersweet thing? idk i also have scourge on the brain#TODAY WAS THE LONGEST SHORTEST DAY it was a neutral day . just long#my weekend also technically starts today so teehee
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I’ve been trying to think of a good fake fic title, except they all keep getting Unreasonably Long, so uh… how about “one foot in the grave”? I think that’s the shortest I can manage lol
send me a made-up fic title and I’ll tell you what i would write to go with it:
(I feel you on that, Nonnie. Keeping titles reasonably short can be hard lol)
Mmmmm.
One Foot in the Grave, huh?
Amity Park knows about Danny's accident. It's talked about in whispers but the boy seems fine. A little shaken, a little quieter, but alright. Things happen right? Kids get into things they shouldn't.
There's no real investigation, no real concern. Life moves on.
The kids at Casper High know better.
Amity Park isn't terribly huge. They aren't small either, but some nebulous middle ground. There's two small elementary schools across town from each other, a central middle school and the corresponding high school. It's more than enough for the kids of Amity. The town stays pretty steady, population wise. There's not much expanding, not many new people.
It's quaint.
The kids know better than that, too.
Most of them have known each other since they were five or six years old. There's a few transfers, a few kids that were homeschooled young and then brought in. The point is, for all that Danny and his friends kept to themselves, they were still known.
And after Danny's accident, things were never the same.
Something changed. Beyond the shock of a near death experience, beyond the fickle swings of puberty.
Something was wrong.
And then it's clear somethings wrong with Amity too. There's ghosts all around, attacking. There's hunters, appearing out of no where. The Fenton's research is suddenly everywhere. Amity Park is haunted.
The kids at Casper High look at Danny and wonder.
Things change again when the kids realize that not all the ghosts are bad or evil. Poindexter just wants a friend, wants no one else to be bullied like he was. Some students start asking him for help on homework and he's thrilled. Catches up on the curriculum and seems to come to life. The bullies--even Dash--back off. It's hard to bully when looking into the face of a kid who never made it out of high school alive because of his own bullies.
Ember just wants her music to be heard and she is good. Once people are no longer brainwashed, people still listen. Her music ends up on the radio, there's mostly clear videos of her on the internet and no one's quite sure how.
There's more. Johnny 13 and Kitty, the Box Ghost, Youngblood and his crew, even Skulker are seen as less than a threat to the kids of Casper High. It's clear that even Phantom has a understanding with them.
It's one the adults don't understand. It's one they refuse to listen. The hunters aren't enough. They aren't stopped it, aren't keeping the children of Amity Park from interacting with ghosts. The GIW is losing government backing due to lack of progress and unfounded research.
The adults call in the Justice League. The Fentons fume at the intrusion, but hope that some official backing will help the kids of Amity Park see the truth. Ghosts can't be trusted, they can't feel, they can only lie.
When the Justice League arrives, they're faced with most of the population of Casper High.
The students will not let the League or the Fentons or any other ghost hunter harm what they don't understand. They don't completely get it either, these kids, but they do know it's too easy to belong to the Ghost Zone. It's too easy to die.
They look at Danny. They know. (not that he's Phantom, not that halfas exist, but they know his accident was worse than anyone would believe, that he's seen things they can't understand, that he sets off ghost hunting equipment.)
Amity Park's children stand with ghosts. They stand (quietly) with Danny.
We all have one foot in the grave, they say, would you hunt us? Would you look at us and call us fakes? Would you believe your equipment, this untried, untested, unreviewed research?
The JLA has no idea what they just stepped into, but it's clear these kids aren't giving up a thing.
It's equally clear neither are the adults.
#DPXDC#Prompt ish#Prompts#Akela's Asks#Akela's Anons#Ask Games#Ohhh this got away from me lmao#What else is new#I inflict this upon others#Take it away from me#Go wild#Amity Parks adults: It'll be nice having competent help!#Amity Parks kids: HERE COMES A REBELLION WITH A STEEL CHAIR
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do x dc prompts #30
Jason has been reaching out on a dating site. his life is in more order than it has been in a very long time, and he decided to start dating again. and a dating app for ‘ghosts’ definitely fits.
Dani had set up Danny on the app as a prank. He really hadn’t meant to scroll profiles that long, really. a single profile caught his attention before he could swipe past it. something about this one just drew him in, and before he could second guess himself, he swiped right.
[you have one match!]
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#crossover#dc universe#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#writing prompt#writing#dating app#ghost dating app#finally a normal-ish meeting story#awkward first dates#i don’t usually do ship posts#but this came to me in a vision#as i was scrolling a dating app#still haven’t matched with anyone other than a bot lmao
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Febuwhump: Day Twenty-Six
“Help them” — #febuwhump prompt calendar
Almost over!! Eeek!! I need to get all the prompts done! And my assignments are coming due but what is more important honestly?!
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Hero brought Villain to supervillain cradled in their arms, paler than milk. It made everything look worse somehow… the dark circles around their eyes looked more like bruises now, deep purple and sore reds. Henchmen narrowed their eyes when they opened the door to see Hero standing there, covered in blood and an unconscious Villain cradled in their arms like a baby.
“I need to see Supervillain,” said Hero thickly. Henchmen raised their brows, clearly unimpressed. Hero stepped in, desperation driving them. “Please… I wouldn’t be here if there was any other way. You know Villain, henchmen please.”
Henchmen’s eyes flicked from Villain to Hero before setting their mouth in a thin line and stepping back into the house, opening the door wider.
“Thank you,” Hero breathed.
“I’m not doing this for you.”
“I know, thank you anyway. I’m grateful.”
Henchmen guided Hero to the stairs down to Supervillain’s workshop that took up the entire basement, renovated to suit Supervillain’s needs. Hero thanked Henchmen again before descending to the sounds of the door shutting behind them.
“Henchmen, if this is about tea again, I told you I’m fi—” Supervillain grumbled coming to see the intruder on the stairs. He paused, continuing to wipe his fingers in a cloth. Supervillain’s eyes took in Hero, the state of them, then focused on Villain in Hero’s arms.
Supervillain’s gaze when it returned to Hero’s eyes was heavier, weighted by their shared history. Supervillain turned away and said: “I’m closed for the day, little Hero.”
“Please.” The word was blubbered out of Hero’s lips before they could reign it in, the desperation, the despair, the panic. It caused Supervillain to pause again.
“Help them,” Hero whispered, sniffing, tears streaming down their cheeks Hero wished wouldn’t shed in front of the deadliest Villain in the entire city. “Please.”
“I told you,” said Supervillain, looking at Hero over their shoulder. “That if you walked out the door Villain was your problem. I told Villain that too. I didn’t walk, Hero. You did.”
“I’ll beg,” Hero told them taking another step down the stairs. “I’ll stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll give up being a Hero, I’ll stay here with you and we can start again.”
Supervillain scoffed, casting their gaze to the ceiling instead of anywhere else. “You’d give up your freedom for that mongrel?”
“Yes.”
There was no hesitation. No hitch in Hero’s voice, no doubt.
Hero watched Supervillain’s back stiffen at the immediacy of Hero’s reply, and the guilt overwhelmed them but it was the truth. The one truth Hero would live and die by, sacrifice their freedom for. If it meant Villain lived.
Supervillain started walking again, their voice quieter as they said: “you can set them down on this table here. Then leave. I don’t need you lurking over me while I work.”
“But—” Hero protested as they set Villain on the table. The rest of their protest died on their tongue when Supervillain cut them with a glare.
“Just upstairs, you don’t have to leave. You can shower, tend to your wounds yourself.”
Hero nodded and sniffed, “oh—okay.”
Hero pressed a kiss to Villain’s forehead before they sniffed and turned to leave. Supervillain spoke and it halted Hero in their stride.
“This will cost you dearly, Hero,” they said, voice grave. Hero nodded and said: “I know.”
That’s all they said, that was all there was to say. Hero walked back up the stairs to the main house. Henchmen was waiting beside the door, arms crossed over their chest, head reclining against the wall. Hero thought Henchmen would be surprised to see Hero without Villain, but Henchmen just scoffed, shaking their head.
“They never could say no to you,” they told Hero. Their eyes were burning with scorn when they fixed on Hero’s face. “What did you do? Sell your soul? You know they won’t do that for nothing.”
“I know,” said Hero softly, too tired to fight anymore. “I’m— I’m going to lie down.”
Henchmen pushed off the wall, haughty. “Do whatever you want, Hero. It’s what you always do anyways.”
#febuwhump#febuwhump26#help them#febuwhump2024#febuwhump prompt calendar#Whump writing#Whump trope#injured villain#hero caretaker#ish#emotional Whump#past relationship#past complicated relationship#writblr#hero villain writing#hero villain snippet#hero villain story#hero#villain#writing#orphan writing#chaotic-orphan writing#orphan#hero x villain relationship#hero x villain#villain x hero#villain x hero relationship#henchmen#supervillain#complicated relationships
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Prompt 89
The young justice team is in a bit of a pickle. It had been a usual mission, Klarion causing mischief again, before someone had mentioned the date.
The literal chaos lord had shrieked, stopping his attack, and asked for clarification. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because one moment they were in Happy Harbour, and the next they’re somewhere else with green everywhere and floating islands.
And Klarion doesn’t explain- not that they were expecting him to- and just bolts into a… wow that is a very big and scary looking castle. Keep? Honestly it’s if someone combined a gothic citadel with a clocktower of some sort.
Not important, because they had chased after Klarion who uh… Oh no, that is a Very big entity, that is two Very Big entities that could crush them in their fingers. And they are now stuck in this place seeing as the portal closed behind them.
Honestly Klarion is happy he made it home before curfew! Even if he had to bring his sort-of-friends with him to make it in time. It’s not his fault, he’s not used to having a guardian, nevermind two! Not to mention siblings, which he’s now the oldest of too, so he has to be a positive influence. Like teaching them how to properly do chaos without destroying a world.
Oh, but this is perfect anyway, one of his dads has been wanting to talk to the speedsters anyway, and his other dad is still under house arrest for the whole, trying to take over the living realm thing. But that’s not important, he has little siblings to introduce!
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dark ages#prompts#klarion the witch boy#young justice#Accidental Sleepover Au#Klarion is just a lil guys- just a lil baby chaos ancient#Pariah is on thin ice with CW & had a choice of either attempt at world domination & getting put back in the box#or work on his previously failing relationship & help him take care of these baby ancients/halfas he found#Look he was stuck in that sarcophagus *so long* and he has an eternity how hard can parenting be#The older a ghost the larger they are#Klarion & Fenton siblings are human-sized#but their ghost-parents are Definitely Not when they aren't pretending to be human-ish#They have the space to sprawl out in their Haunt and they're going to use it!#Poor young justice has no clue what's going on#CW ain't letting them leave because eventually the other speedsters will arrive to get their baby speedster back#And he has Words for them#Klarion: Look at my maybe-friends :D They're good at fighting!#Klarion: I don't like their parents tho- they hang out with yellow-helmet-@!&#Danny w/ his 3 friends who all just finished finals & are tired: Omg did u bring friends over for a double sleepover :O#Danny: That's such a fun idea we can spar and make smores and- aw why are they hiding :/
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If you want to add Natalia Knight into Jason's life, with the street kid origin, a good way is having her be someone genuinely worried about WHY a man as wealthy as Bruce would want to adopt a kid from the slums? Like, she had better luck than a lot of street kids usually have with these wealthy people, but a kid from crime alley, the worst place in Gotham being adopted right after Bruce's ward goes away? As soon as he turned eighteen? And they're allegedly in bad terms? That's just plain weird.
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