The fact that I made a Spidersona whose whole thing is Being Up In Hobie's Face is because if Hobie Brown was real and I had the privilege of working with him
I would in fact be, All Up In Hobie's Face.
Like.. Look at that face!! Sculpted by the gods!!!
And it's like I could do that because you can't even tell me I'm being unreasonable or over-exagerating cause look at him!!!!
What, you want me to just pretend he's ugly? You want me to make believe that he isn't fine? NO!!
I got every reason in the world to be. Can't even tease me over it.
Like 'What are you starin' so hard at me for?🤔😂'
Shut the hell up you know what I'm staring at. You know you cute. Don't even try to play. Now shut up you're distracting me from staring 😳
Like forreal if you met him wouldn't you be like 'this dude is funny and cool and handsome and PUNK and also he hasn't told me to piss off and kick rocks yet so until he DOES imma just follow him around and laugh real hard at his corny ass jokes mkay?'
No? Just me? Well.... 😐
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DP x DC HC that Stephanie Brown and Dash Baxter are cousins. (Moms are sisters)
*walking to a WE meeting room where all the Waynes are sitting*
Dash: I can't believe you talked me into this!
Steph: Come on! It will be funny. It will probably work too!
Dash: He doesn't like rich people.
Steph: Neither does Jason.
Dash: Didn't you say the oldest grew up in a circus?! Danny's not a fan of the Circus.
Steph: No, you said he doesn't like clowns. Dick is an Acrobat. Totally different. And! This entire family, heck the entire city absolutely LOATHES clowns. He'll fit right in.
Dash: But!
Steph: Nope! *shoves Dash into room* Go get 'em Tiger! *barricades door shut*
Bruce: You had a proposal for us, Mr. Baxter? *gestures to his family*
Dash: *gulps* Ah. Uh. Yes. *clicks on the projector where 'WHY YOU SHOULD ADOPT DANNY FENTON' with a picture of Black-Haired Blue-Eyed Danny front and center flashes onto the screen*
Wayne Family: o.o
Dash: *clears throat* So, there's this orphan in my hometown...
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Meltdown meet-cute (dp x dc)
Steph was cold and hungry. Which honestly, was pretty par for the course for a stakeout. At her side Cass was standing as still as the gargoyle up in Bristol, and had been unmoving for what felt like forever. Cass really was just inhumanely good. Letting out a fond huff, Steph turned back towards their current target for the night.
They had chased a tip that the warehouse was a base of operation for some human trafficking ring that was coming through Gotham. Now it was only a matter of timing the guards and casing the place to make the take-down quick and efficient. Though with Cass here, that was almost a given.
"How was ballet?" Steph asked as they waited for the new people to come in.
"Good," Cass answered and it sounded like she was smiling behind her mask.
"I'm so hyped for your next recital," the blond said. "Maybe they'll let you do Laurencia variation you showed me last time."
"Not yet," the other girl answered fondly. "More practice."
Then, before Steph could answer, Cass spoke up again. "Look."
One of the man had looked at his watch and was turning to the other guard. Time was almost up, then.
"Showtime," Steph said as she let a smile stretch on her face.
Simultaneously, both girls jumped off their perch and fell towards the warehouse. Grapple-guns made noises and the drop wasn't high enough that they couldn't just roll off the impact, so that was what they did. Getting back to their feet, they silently crept towards the eastern front of the building where the blueprints had shown there would be a high-placed window for aeration (thank you, Oracle).
Steph dangled down as she broke the latch open, as Cass kept a lookout. Silently both vigilantes slipped in and landed softly on the ceiling metal beams. There were big crates piled up beneath them, but none big enough to contain human beings. Then, Cass nudged her and Steph turned to see those long metal shipping container.
Bingo.
Still up in the rafters, the two quietly moved towards the two big metal boxes. Making sure no guard was around, the two vigilantes dropped down and broke the lock swiftly. They started opening the doors with the things being rusted enough to make a noise Steph winced at. Finally, they got it open, only to be met by an empty container, with zip-ties littering the bottom of the box.
Had someone beaten them to the rescue or had the people been moved?
The two bats exchanged a glance before Steph nodded towards the other container as Cass nodded. They both moved to the other box and made quick work of the lock and the door, and this time they could make out one form in the very back of the container, seemingly glowing slightly green. Maybe some guard with a conscience had slipped in a glow stick in to ward off the complete darkness.
"Hello," Steph started. "My name's Spoiler and this is my friend Black Bat. We're here to help."
As she talked she and Cass walked closer and pulled out their low-level flashlight, casting a little light around. They could now make out what seemed like the frame of a small person, possibly a kid.
"Can you hear me?" Steph said as she inched forward.
With still no response, she took the chance to put a hand on the person's shoulder and gently guiding them into turning around. As the person came into view, Steph couldn't hold in a gasp.
It was a young girl, looking around 13-14 years old, but the truly horrifying thing was that where her legs should be, there was only a puddle of fluorescent green goop.
"Please," the girl begged as she turned imploring blue eyes on Steph. "Help me."
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