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Dc x Dp Prompt #10: Inter-Dimensional Bake-Off

Alfred was checking the mail the manor had received that day when he found it. In between bills, fan mail, and company missives was a regal purple envelope addressed to one Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth. Intrigued, Alfred set aside the rest of the mail and sat to open the letter.

Inside was a high quality cardstock invitation of a metallic silver color decorated with luxurious midnight green script. It declared on the front:

“You Are Cordially Invited”

Alfred raised an eyebrow and flipped open card.

Dear, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth You have been cordially invited to participate in the first annual inter-dimensional bake-off to celebrate the coronation of the young, King Phantom, age 21, Ruler of the Infinite Realms, the Great One, Protector of Souls, Keeper of Peace, The Perfect Balance, The Infinite King, Ancient of Space and Reality. We have discerned that you are among the top 25 bakers in the 11 most stable and prominent dimensions with an open connection to the Infinite Realms. Thus, we would like to offer you the opportunity to show off and test your skills against talented competitors. Should you accept, all transport, accommodation, amenities, materials, and potentially needed medical care shall be provided by the King and his court. If you would like to bring any specific ingredients or tools you are welcome to file a request for them when you arrive and they shall be summoned to you at the start of the competition. You are allowed one plus one either as an assistant or moral support. Should you have any questions please write them down and place them on the sigil on the next page and recite the incantation bellow: “bonvolu respondi mian demandon” The event shall occur in a fortnight upon the weekend before the kings official coronation ceremony. In order to confirm your participation in the competition please burn this letter with one of your most recently made baked goods. In order to decline simply dissolve this message under running water. Please confirm your attendance or absence within a week’s time. Kind Regards, the Council of Ancients Advisors to the Good King Phantom

Well, it seemed like Alfred had earned a place in a rather prestigious event. ‘It seems a finally have a reason to make use of all those vacation days Master Bruce keeps insisting I must utilize.’ He smiled to himself, tucking the letter into his pocket. ‘I wonder if Master Jason would be amicable to accompanying me for a weekend of baking in a magical dimension?’

~ Just in case anyone has trouble reading the letter:

Dear, Alfred Thaddeus Crane Pennyworth You have been cordially invited to participate in the first annual inter-dimensional bake-off to celebrate the coronation of the young, King Phantom, age 21, Ruler of the Infinite Realms, the Great One, Protector of Souls, Keeper of Peace, The Perfect Balance, The Infinite King, Ancient of Space and Reality. We have discerned that you are among the top 25 bakers in the 11 most stable and prominent dimensions with an open connection to the Infinite Realms. Thus, we would like to offer you the opportunity to show off and test your skills against talented competitors. Should you accept, all transport, accommodation, amenities, materials, and any potentially needed medical care shall be provided by the King and his court. If you would like to bring any specific ingredients or tools you are welcome to file a request for them when you arrive and they shall be summoned to you at the start of the competition. You are allowed one plus one either as an assistant or moral support. Should you have any questions please write them down and place them on the sigil on the next page and recite the incantation bellow: “bonvolu respondi mian demandon” The event shall occur in a fortnight upon the weekend before the kings official coronation ceremony. In order to confirm your participation in the competition please burn this letter with one of your most recently made baked goods. In order to decline simply dissolve this message under running water. Please confirm your attendance or absence within a week’s time. Kind Regards, the Council of Ancients Advisors to the Good King Phantom

The Esperanto translates to “please answer my question"

Edit: now with possible contestants

#long post #dc x dp #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #danny phantom #interdimensional bake-off #to celebrate Danny’s coronation #ghost king danny #alfred is a good baker #this spawned from the idea that Alfred should have a cook off with the Lunch Lady #potential dead on main #but not 100% necessary #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

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bluboothalassophile · 7 years

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I LOVEEEE YOUR WORK! your writing is fantastic and I love reading it. Can I request raex where Jason is showing off Raven's scratch marks on his back. Thank you so much. ☺️☺️☺️☺️

I’m glad you enjoy the stories! =) And I hope this works for you.

Obvious…

The first time Dick saw thescratches on Jason’s back was when they were sparring, Jason had reluctantlyagreed, and it was hotter than the hinges of hell, both of them were shirtless.And that’s when Dick saw them, Jason had clobbered him hard in the jaw then andsent him reeling before he could ask about them. Though he supposed now that wasthe first obvious clue.

The mysterious scratches hadstarted about three years ago. Dick had wanted to pry into it, mostly becausehe didn’t even know what Jason did with his civilian time, however, there wasnever a chance to ask, and Jason didn’t seem to care about the scratches.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Bruce first saw the scratches amorning Jason had stayed the night and was up and cooking. Something had beenon his second son’s mind; however, Jason was mum on the subject on his mind.Bruce had never thought too much about what Jason did in his civilian time,mostly because he was afraid that by asking he would scare Jason off, and thatwas the last thing Bruce wanted.

But it didn’t stop the wellingcuriosity about what Jason did in his off time. About the person who hadinflicted those marks.

Still Bruce only made a coffee andsat at the table reading the stock reports as Jason quietly continued hiscooking.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Tim’s first encounter with Jason’smysterious scratches was when he was trying stich an impatient Jason up. Hisbrother had been shot in the back, on the way to buy supplies as a civilian ofall things. Yeah, drugged Jason was docile but the moment he sobered up hewould not be happy.

The scratches were light, variousstages of healing and Tim was curious about just what his brother did as acivilian. He didn’t get the courage to ask, for that would be too personal for Jasonand Jason was just coming around to the idea of being their brother again.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Damian had first noticed the scratcheswhen Todd was changing. They weren’t anything special, nothing he hadn’t seen ahundred different times on his father or Dick. However, considering how secretiveTodd was about his civilian time Damian was curious.

“Where’d you get those scratches?”Damian asked, his brother spared him a glance.

“Hm?”

“The scratches,” Damian repeated.

“Met a wild cat,” Todd answered andpulled a shirt on before walking away. Damian wasn’t certain if his brother wasserious or not. One thing was clear though, Todd had something going on in hiscivilian time.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Alfred first saw the scratchesabout four months before Miss Roth walked into the Manor with Damian. Jason wasnot happy about having been cornered for stitches for a knife wound on hisshoulder, however Cass and he had won and Jason had sat there scowling as hetook the stitches.

Alfred had wondered just what his elusivegrandson was up to and if the person who had left the marks was good to him.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason was up at the god awful hourof six in the morning after having gone to bed at about four, Raven had leftthirty minutes ago to get to an interview at seven, and she was had classes allday, and the afternoon with the Titans. Therewas a knock on his door which had him groaning.

Three months since his family hadfound out about him and Raven, and they didn’t leave them alone. Stephanie andCass had taken to coming over whenever the hell they wanted, Raven didn’t seemto mind. Tim came over every other day for lunch and shit. Damian just poppedup at random, which Jason didn’t like at all because it was like the demonspawn was purposely playing cock block when he came over. Dick popped in once aweek on his way home, and Jason wanted to punch him. And since Raven and Brucehad sorted things out between them (yeah, he didn’t get that one, but they wereapparently alright, which demolished his hope of Bruce staying away because hewas dating a demon), Bruce came over once a week also. And Al stopped bywhenever he damn well pleased (not that Jason minded that one so much).

Grumbling and rubbing his eyes hemoved to the door, not bothering with a shirt because he was too fucking tired,and it was April, and about now was when his sleep died. Yanking open his openhe fond himself glaring at Bruce and Dick.

“What?” he asked as he pinched thebridge of his nose and tried to clear his sleep addled head. Right about nowwould be a good moment to have his empath girlfriend; perhaps she could knockhim out.

“We come bearing gifts,” Dickoffered and Jason snatched the paper bag away from Dick as his brother and fatherwalked into his apartment.

“What is it?” Jason yawned as hewalked to his kitchen and put on the coffee, his back to them as he tried toclear his head of the sleep and nightmares which were starting up again. Fuckdid he hate April, he hated it. Thank god for Raven, else he’d have shatteredcompletely last year when the Joker had escaped and been prowling New York forhim, this was after an earlier encounter where Jason had almost snapped, andthe clown had almost killed him; again. Yeah, that was a real sucker punch tothe gut which had him running like a coward because he couldn’t handle it ifthe Joker killed him again. Bruce had of course caught the fucker, but Jason waspretty sure Raven had been a step away from murdering the clown for him.

That or truly making the clowninsane and unleashing all that empathetic pain she had stored up over theyears.

“Just coming to check in on you,”Dick said and Jason turned to glare at Dick, who was staring at his back.

“What!? Good fucking God! Do I havesomething on my back, a tramp stamp I don’t know about, what the fuck are youstaring at!?” he spat out as he poured himself a mug of coffee and turned toglare at Dick.

“No, just… I didn’t think Raven tobe the type to do that,” Dick chuckled.

“I know how to kill you and make itlook like an accident, Dickhead, I advise you to shut up while I’m too tired toretaliate,” he warned.

“We’re happy for you Jase,” Brucesaid calmly, sitting at his island.

“Uh-huh,” he muttered sleepily ashe sipped the Arabic brew Talia had gotten him addicted to when he’d beentraining under her supervision. The Middle East might not be his favorite placein the world, however, they knew how to do their coffee.

“Seriously, we didn’t think you hada sex life, or civilian life,” Dick said and Jason frowned as his head came uptiredly.

“And why would this be of concernto you? Either of you?” Jason asked exhaustedly and took another strong sip ofhis coffee, letting it burn his tongue.

“Because we worry about you Jason,and we want you happy,” Dick gave the gooey answer. “And I didn’t think youknew how sex worked.”

Jason snorted as he rolled hiseyes. “Please, if I told you half of what I know about sex you would run awayand become monks. And my sex life has nothing to do with either of you so buttout.”

~~~*~*~*~~~

Dick and Bruce both left Jason aboutan hour after they had arrived, when it was clear he was falling asleep andwanted to be alone.

“Well, that answers the big questionabout all the scratches he’s had over the years,” Dick mused dryly.

Bruce said nothing.

“Oh, come on, you must have beencurious to. Was it a guy? Was it a woman? Was he dating? Was he just doingrandom hook ups? And don’t deny that you were curious!” Dick accused. So muchabout Jason was a mystery that it was hard not to wonder about what his babybrother was doing. And yeah, it had crossed his mind once or twice that Jason mightbe gay, especially with some of his flippant, downright sassy replies, but atthe same time his brother was a shameless flirt with the girls so…

“I’m just happy he didn’t slam thedoor in our faces, but yes, it’s good to know he’s in a committed relationship,”Bruce said. “And it does explain the scratch marks.”

Dick smirked, oh he was going tohave so much fun being a big brother about this and tormenting Jason about it.Then again, Jason might lash out and disappear again, however, he might notstray far from Raven if what they had seen was anything to go on.

“Guess we should have known abouthim and Rae, those marks are kind of a big flashing neon sign,” Dick chuckled.

“None of us wanted to scare himaway,” Bruce pointed out dryly.

“True.”

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