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I threw names in a quote generator again!
Duke: Do dragons fart fire?
Trace: I don't know
Duke: I thought you went to college?
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Cass: I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much
Babs: You consider everything made before 2000 old and bad
Cass: And I reserve that right! After all...
Cass: I bet you wouldn't like the average movie made in 1879!
Babs: There were no movies made in 1879
Cass: *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping!
Duke: Oooh! Let's ask Dick if he saw it in theatres!
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Duke: If you really want to get back at a man, scare him with a pregnancy test. I've got a whole box of old positives back at my house.
Steph: You're an American treasure.
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Trace: I'm going to get myself some soup
Babs: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot
Trace: Pfft, I won't burn myself
*30 seconds later*
Trace, entering the room: I burned myself
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Tim: You know what I've learned from my friendship with Jason?
Trace: There's no such thing as too mean?
Duke: Never let your family know for sure if you like them?
Dick: Always hold a grudge?
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Jason: They can't make me admit France exists, right? Legally, that's not allowed.
Jason: Sure, if France was REAL I'd say I liked it
Jason: But who's to say
Duke: I think France isn't real
Tim: Duke, you've been to France
Duke: And???
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Babs: Yesterday, I overheard Damian saying, "Are you sure this is a good idea?" And Duke replying "Trust me," and I have never moved from one room to another so quickly in my life.
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Steph: Arson? Oh, you mean "crime brûlée"
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Steph: *in a jail cell* What about my Miranda rights!? You're supposed to say I have 'the right to remain silent'! NOBODY SAID I HAD THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!
Duke: *in the cell next to her* You have the right to remain silent, what you lack is the capacity.
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Tim: As a responsible adult
Steph: *chuckles*
Tim: ... As a responsible adult—
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Dick: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?
Cass: Your life?
Dick: I- well, yes, but-
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Damian: The real treasure was the memories we made along the way.
Steph: I almost died
Damian: That...was my favorite memory.
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And that's all for now!
#batman oc#trace drake-wayne#tim drake-wayne#batfam incorrect quotes#dick grayson#jason todd#batfam#duke thomas#cassandra wayne#stephanie brown#damian wayne#barbra gordon
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A family visit
Alfred has been granted (Force) by the bats a week off, and whatever way would he do in a week?, visit his Father of course!
Alfred didn't really have a word into this, he only just been given (forced) a week off, he reason with the family ( it always works) but to his surprised! None of it came through there heads! ( Somehow they got lucky from Alfred's reasonable scolding)
What about the manor? Who would care of it? Who would assist? What will happen if-
How many times he reason and tried to budge it in there minds, none of it work?
Alfred is in horror, so the only thing he can only do is accept, remind them what's not do and do, (every single details) or atleast the common things to do, which he thinks they can handle it- if not, if he sees the house in shambles or in the news, he can now have a reason to not always take a weeks off.
In Alfred's room, he was packing some pairs of clothes, a coat, a medical kit, pairs of shoes, a book, his dark shawl that is covered with a lots of constellation's from his papa's gifts, (he always take good care of it when he left on his own, he couldn't leave his shawl even in the time of his work,) and whatever he needs.
He decided to visit and have his week's off to his papa's, it's been quite a long time ( maybe 60 years or so-)
It's not like he was an absent son, he was just busy, he would occasionally send letters or his baked cookie's ( he's own recipe but still came from papa's original treats).
The Batfam does know Alfred had a dad who's still alive?( Which the kids would joke about how his dad is immortal) outside his life here in Gotham as the only staff in the Wayne manor.
While they were chilling in the living room, they could see Alfred heading towards the door, before he stop and took out a letter, and as he did a ring in the bell could be heard, Alfred open the door, and greeted..
The mailman? ( A very hardworking ghost mailman, just saying “Jolly ho!- how may I help send! Deliver, or even package international!” which Alfred replying “International please, for in this ### #### ## address, I need it quickly delivered through his doorsteps” then the Mailman just nodded, Alfred payed him and he just disappeared)
And Alfred sighs in relief and went to get his luggage, and bid the Batfam goodbye without even explaining what was happening (Bruce dropped his newspaper)
They might had ideas Alfred wasn't human or normal, but after that bombshell, they just can't stop the urge to find out ( like the usual thing the Batfam does, but only minimal like just knowing where he went and they wanted to have Alfred privacy)
Alfred was on his way to his papa's home very much missing the feeling of home in Britain now it's been quite a long time almost but he's getting second thoughts, what would his papa think?
( and yes, hes dad was wealthy, and through family too, He lived in a manor too,
which was a very old money manor, cause Danny? he's literally the ghost king)
Alfred decided he got this, so he took a step and took a deep breath In the front door of the home he loved and cared for in his childhood, knocking three times and the only thing he imagined is that his papa would give him a big warm hug like old times when Alfred would visit once a while before he truly left home.
The bats were in disguise, well partially disguise, the british neighbors nearby can see them looking at them like there were weird (stalking is not a healthy way...sometimes) And how can they even see them?! There literally in a camouflage!!
They saw how Alfred took a step, and knock three times...the door open and there they saw- a kid? Wait what? The black haired and blue teenager might be 16 who looks like could be adoption bait look surprised and happy and he give Alfred a hug, and Alfie just return the gesture, they were having a conversation, they couldn't here it because they were out of range and no hearing gadgets ( damn it Bruce)
Then Alfred and the teen went back to the house, and the door could only shut blocking there view of Alfred and the teen.
#dc x dp#dcxdp original?#dp x dc#dcxdp prompt#dpxdc#batman#danny phantom#tim drake-wayne#jason todd#Richard grayson#Damian Wayne#the four little shits-#they were sent by ”ehem bruce” to spy on Alfred after what happen at the front door#Danny is Alfred's biological Dad#Alfred aint human#hes born as a ghost#not exactly halfa like his dad#i mean what do you think he got his abilities to not be heard and just shows up behind uour back#Danny is the ghost king and single dad of three#Dan is in another universe#ellie is traveling the worlds or universe being a errand girl from clockwork like fixing and being the IRS#And alfred the youngest who was born out of the core#Danny looks like 16 but hes way older than that#jazz is immortal too and is a phycologist#Sam is a Like poison ivy in metropolis but she helps the heroes so shes like in the neutral side.#tucker is a CEO of his company in the ghost zone for his tech and ghosts who really need technology in there deaths/lifes
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woooooo Timkon
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AU where Tim Drake is a vampire, But nobody realized because they think he’s just being like the rest of the bats
Like yeah, that level of crypticness is standard here
Oh he talks to the bats in the cave sometimes? Yeah so do the others
Oh, he’s hanging off of something upside down? Dick does it more than the others combined
He smells like blood? Yeah that’ll happen when crimefighting
#this probably already exsists but still#batfam stuff#format speaks#GhostFormat’s ideas#batfam#Tim Drake#Tim Drake-Wayne#batfamily#writing inspo#art inspo
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6 or 27 for the promts both seem soooo good, i cant decide
here ya go! 6: “Don’t move, you’re still hurt.” Kon/Tim – injured tim, kon keeping tim’s blood where it’s supposed to be <3 (cw medical)
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Tim wakes to ringing in his ears, and a sense that an unknown amount of time has passed since he was previously conscious. He was on a mission, Tim thinks – that much is clear given the pressure of his Red Robin uniform against his skin. He can’t remember which team he was with though, or what he was fighting. He definitely doesn’t remember losing consciousness – never a good sign, given that he could very well still be in danger.
Tim hopes his team – whichever it is – has bailed him out. No one’s actively wailing on him, sure, which points to someone helping him or at least losing consciousness far away from the action – but he should really check for himself.
So, groaning, Tim tries to open his eyes, tries to sit up.
But sitting up is impossible – what is with the elephant on his chest? – and even the briefest glimpse to the world around him sends a dizzying blast through his skull. Light is the enemy, Tim decides. Meaning he’ll have to use his other senses to figure out what’s wrong with him, where he is, and what he needs to do to get home.
Fortunately, as soon as he started to move, he hears something start to break through the ringing.
“Rob?” someone asks. “Rob, can you hear me?”
The voice is too muffled to make out. A guy, Tim thinks. Probably.
“Mngh,” Tim says eloquently.
The guy chuckles. That, above all, tells Tim who it is.
“Kon,” he manages, his friend’s name like a sigh. “Did we win?”
Kon hesitates for a minute. Then, reluctantly, “Not sure yet. Cassie’s handling it.”
“Then what’re you doing here?” Tim tries to get up again, but the elephant remains on his chest. That’s when he realizes the rest of his limbs can’t move, either. For a second, he’s terrified – but then he realizes Kon just has him in a full-body TTK lock. “Let me up.”
“No can do,” Kon says. He sounds like he’s in intense concentration mode, which Tim grudgingly appreciates. He’d hate it if Kon’s TTK accidentally immobilized his heart or lungs – but seeing as all that could just be avoided if Kon just let him go…
Tim fights against him again.
“I’m serious, Tim,” Kon says, voice low and warning. “Don’t move, you’re still hurt.”
That, more than anything, tells Tim what he needs to know. He goes stock still. “How bad is it?” he asks, because ‘How long do I have left?’ sounds dramatic.
“You’ll be a lot more okay and a lot faster if you let me concentrate.”
Tim clamps his mouth shut.
That’s when he recognizes the tang of iron in his mouth – oh. He has internal bleeding, he realizes. Kon probably knows about it already. Tim decides not to point it out, given Kon sounds awfully strained.
As Tim lies there for a while longer, he slowly checks in with himself. Tries to see which body parts are in danger. Internal bleeding causing blood in his mouth means something happened to his lungs – maybe his digestive system. A knife to his stomach, maybe? Punctured lungs?
Yet, to Tim’s surprise, he can’t feel much of anything. Little to no pain. With serious injuries, that’s clearly a bad thing – it usually means he has minutes left, if that.
Yet somehow, there’s a nagging suspicion that wounds to his torso are the least of his worries.
Tim almost risks opening his eyes again – but the blinding light make him think there’s a head injury, and if he only has a few minutes left, he’d rather not spend it in blinding pain. It’s enough to know that Kon’s here. It’s enough that his last moments won’t be alone.
The ringing in his ears has waned though, and Tim slowly listens for anything else around him. Anything to tell him where he is.
He realizes, far too long after starting, that he can hear wind, far away, but absolutely roaring outside. That’s about it.
“I’ve been studying field medicine,” Kon tells him, breaking the silence. Tim feels something strange in his lungs. “When I’ve got time, I just… I sit in the sun and crack open a medical book, cozy up with Krypto if he’s in a lazy mood. Then I learn all I can about how people’s insides are supposed to work.”
Tim makes a soft sound in the back of his throat. He’d suspected, after noticing several medical books appear on the credit card he’d given Kon a few years ago. The one he swears he doesn’t track.
“Yeah?” Tim manages, still tasting blood in his throat. “How are mine?”
Kon breathes through pursed lips. Winces, audibly; Tim feels a sudden flicker of pain in his right lung. “They’ve definitely been better.”
“Can- you tell me what it was?”
“Thrown into a building,” Kon says. “Like, really hard.”
It should be embarrassing, Tim thinks. He’s survived a lot worse. But instead of shame or regret, all he feels is pain.
“You’re going to be okay,” Kon insists. Leans down, even, to kiss his forehead. Tim feels floaty; he still doesn’t know how Kon’s managing to keep the worst of the hurt at bay, but he appreciates it. For now, he chalks it up to forehead kisses. “I’ve got you. I’m just here to make sure you can still breathe until an actual surgeon can take care of you. And making sure your brain doesn’t leak out – always said your brain was too big for your head.”
Tim wheezes a laugh. It hurts.
“Sorry – forgot to mention no laughing.”
Tim squeezes his eyes shut tighter, and hopes that if this is their last moment, that Kon knows Tim doesn’t blame him.
“How far away is help?” Tim asks, voice feeling far away.
“Don’t pass out,” Kon says urgently. “Five more minutes, give or take. A magic user with healing powers. Raven, I think. Someone. Once they get here, you’ll be okay.”
Kon says it like he really, truly believes it. Five more minutes of limbo, five more minutes of Kon keeping his organs where they’re supposed to be, keeping his blood flowing instead of spilling out. Five more minutes of traumatizing his best friend with what has to be the scariest moment in his life, literally holding Tim’s life in his hands.
Tim distantly realizes that if Tim does die here, Kon will see it as his own failure.
That, more than anything, keeps him alert. “You’re doing all you can,” Tim says. A clumsier attempt at comfort than usual. “Thank you for trying.”
“Don’t say that like you’re saying goodbye,” Kon warns. “I swear to god, Tim, if you let yourself slip away right now-”
“Jus’ in case,” Tim manages. His words taste even stronger of iron now. “Don’t want you feeling guilty. I know you’re trying.”
Kon’s voice is thick with tears. “You’re going to be fine, damn it. If I have to keep your heart beating myself, I’ll do it. You hear me?”
Tim does, but Kon’s voice is growing fainter and fainter. The ringing in his ears is back again, and getting louder, and louder.
Tim’s last regret is not being able to open his eyes and see his friend’s face one last time.
But with his eyes already closed, and his body so numb when the shards of bone aren’t actively puncturing his lungs, Tim can’t help it.
He slips away – and it feels like a freefall.
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Tim is surprised when he wakes up. But he does.
He can even open his eyes this time, even though the world is still a bit too bright, he can at least make out the room he’s in. It’s the Titans Tower. He’s a little surprised – somehow, he was expecting to wake up in Wayne Manor with Leslie, or the Watchtower.
He supposes that the Tower is better, though. Raven has healing powers, and Cyborg is further in biomechanical advancements than any other human on Earth, except for possibly his dad.
Tim’s in good hands, he decides. But he remembers the hands he was in before, and he frowns as the gravity of his injuries hits him. He really should have died.
He doesn’t know how much later now is, compared to when he was hurt. It could be hours later, or even days. He shouldn’t expect Kon to still be here; Tim isn’t even sure he can remember those final moments properly, considering he still doesn’t remember the actual point of impact. But he does remember Kon holding him together. Kon’s TTK being the only thing between Tim and bleeding out, or worse. (Probably worse.)
He no longer feels that pressure of that TTK field. Whatever it did, it’s long gone.
Its owner, however, is much closer. Tim realizes too late that he can hear snoring, a distinctive hnkkkk-sss that could only come from one super. (Tim still doesn’t believe Kon, that a heartbeat can sound distinct enough to track. But he will always be able to recognize Kon by his snoring.)
It takes a while for Tim to sit up enough to turn, but when he does, the movement startles Kon awake.
“Hey,” Tim says.
His mouth doesn’t taste like blood anymore.
Kon stares at him, bloodshot eyes wide and hopeful. Tim didn’t even know he could get bloodshot eyes. “Hey yourself.”
It doesn’t escape Tim’s notice that Kon’s sitting in the windowsill. He must have needed an awful lot of sun to regain energy.
He doesn’t seem to care about recharging now, though. Tim blinks, and Kon’s on the edge of his bed, sitting on him without actually putting any pressure on him. Tim can’t tell if it’s TTK or true flight, but it’s nice.
“You passed out even though I totally told you not to,” Kon says, faux-sternly. “Guess you can dish out orders in the field, but you can’t take them.”
A laugh bubbles out of Tim’s throat. This time, he realizes, it doesn’t hurt.
Tim didn’t realize at first, that there was a haunted look on Kon’s face. Whatever Kon had to do to keep Tim alive, it must have stuck with him. But when Tim laughs, it passes, if just for a moment.
“It’s good to see you awake,” he says honestly. “Cyborg and Raven weren’t sure you were gonna make it, but I wouldn’t let them give up on you.”
“Yeah?” Tim wonders just how close he got to dying. Wonders, briefly, about just how far TTK can go to keep a body alive after it stops keeping itself alive. Remembers what Kon said about his heart. A chill runs up his spine as he realizes that technically, Kon might have been telling the truth. A heartbeat wouldn’t be that difficult to replicate artificially.
Given the look on Kon’s face, Tim had better not ask.
“Well, you kept your promise,” Tim says, and reaches for Kon’s hands. He squeezes, and it seems to be the right move. Some of the tension bleeds out of Kon’s shoulders. “I’m fine. You can stop worrying now.”
“Never,” Kon says, but there’s a smile on his face, and he looks a thousand pounds lighter.
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[For my own reference, and for everyone else’s pain: Tim ended up with metal plates in his head and three replacement ribs. Kon actually still had to help with the medical process; he had to fish out the ribs that punctured Tim’s lungs so that Raven could heal Tim’s lungs. Kon had to get over his fear of a laboratory setting by being present for the whole surgery.
Last fun fact: After Tim passed out, he would have died, but Kon did in fact keep his heart beating. The uses for TTK are absolutely limitless.]
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Eddie Brock: news reporter
Peter Parker: photographer
Tim Drake-Wayne: photographer
I think I have a good idea for a new fanfic, you guys
#eddie brock#peter parker#tim drake wayne#tim drake#tim drake-wayne#is there a hyphen?#spider-man says yes#venom#venom symbiote#spider man#spider-man#red robin#photography#reporters#we can use The Newsies as the fic name!!#Danny Phantom can show up inexplicably!! it’ll be great!!!!!#part-time photographer full-time vigilante#full-time reporter part-time lethal protector#(only sometimes though. when he Hongy)#fanfiction#fanfiction idea#fanfiction ideas#fanfic idea#fanfic ideas#I’m a bloody genius#(no I’m not I’ve just wanted to read a venom&spider-man fic like this & I’m just using this to get more people interested in the idea)#(haha you have been fooled. outwitted. soon you will become obsessed with the idea. so much so that you will open an empty word document)#(my evil plan coming to fruition in front of your very eyes… and there is Nothing you can do to stop it!! mwa-hahahaha!!!)#shitpost
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Tim Drake feels like the sort of person who wouldn't be allergic to anything, but, if asked, would say that he's allergic to poison ivy and mosquito bites. At least as a small child.
#he's not wrong though#this is actually just exactly what I would say#haha#dc#dcu#dc comics#tim drake#tim drake-wayne#robin three#robin iii#robin#batman and robin#minus batman#timothy jackson drake#sunny's musings#not a reblog
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Tim Drake posting this:
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so the new Robin series huh, living that boat life?
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Tim's toxic trait is he is completely unafraid of Bruce and cannot understand why anyone would be. Bruce's toxic trait is enabling Tim by being a complete pushover
I wrote this as an intended author's note for an (upcoming) TimKon installment in ONNAKHDAU (my superbat omegaverse 'verse) and realised it stands on it's own
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At nearly four decades of life, Tim Drake-Wayne is struggling with what he wants, and what he's allowed to want, and the nature of personal change.
Stephanie Brown is just afraid of ruining a good thing, namely, a friendship.
They're both on the same page and they don't even know it.
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Dick: Trace...what are you doing?
Trace, dressed strangely like Tim: Jason's 'Tim Exposure Therapy'
Dick: Jason's what
Trace: Can't talk, byeeeee
*later*
Jason: I swear to God Trace, one of these days I'm going to actually shoot you
Trace: But you stopped shooting at me overall! You don't even threaten to shoot me with the gun out now! And Tim said you only threaten to shoot him instead of just shooting him! So it's working!
Jason: Shut up. Do you want chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes
Trace: Chocolate, please!
#batman oc#trace drake-wayne#dick grayson#batfam oc#jason todd#batfam incorrect quotes#tim drake-wayne#batfam
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A Haunted Doll's new kid
“A Damian and he's haunted doll”
Instead of Jason having Danny as his childhood doll or haunted doll, how about if Damian got haunted doll Danny?
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Where a young Talia Al Ghul stumbled across a very old and abandoned mansion in a middle of nowhere, only tall dark trees and harsh winds accompany her outside of the manor, at her vulnerable worse moments, her team was ambushed by a very cunning new group..took a lot of damaged out of her but she survived and now left wandering on her own, without anyway to contact the league or if she will faced punishment for being defeated, she decided to seek shelter inside the lifeless Manor for the time being, but to her surprise inside the manor it was warm as if no sign of abandonment as if it was alive, only one there was a beautiful baby doll.. something those rich young daughters would play at those times she heard from rich society of children..
Only Alive entity keeping her warm and welcome, so she decided to bring it to the League and no matter how childish this action was..she really can't stop letting go until she give it to her son in his 12 birthday, hoping him to take care of the Precious doll as if a heirloom, which it is😅
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Damian knew what this Doll was, it was his mother's doll. A doll so clean and beautiful, he never understand why there was a doll back then at the league.
It was his first everytime to even see a doll up closed than reading and imagining it at textbooks and examples of words in his former lessons, the Doll was strange.
Unlike The doll, it felt alive, warm and cozy like a child would be clingy to it's parent
He could feel waves of emotions he could distinct knowing the Doll's feelings..
No matter how much time passed after his mother gave it to him, he knows understands why he's mother would take care of this Doll.
No matter how much his family freak out at the constant, chairs spinning too see the baby doll sitting in it, finding in other places standing, moving heads, and little joyful laughter's. (Except for Alfred cause he already accepted the doll,)
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Danny was absolutely not amused, after a whole prank war with the fam, Ellie and the others decided to trap him in this stupid girly baby doll, with a brand label with his name💀 and decided to drop him off to a abandoned version of Vlad's house just for funzies if a few mortals ever get scared, but it kinda backfired now he's been getting good care through this girl now turn woman then her son is now taking care of him, he is grateful he isn't some kind of heirloom..right? But it was fun haunting this so called bats, even sending Grey hairs to his new profound kid caretaker,
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Danny appearance as a doll is a female baby doll, that is plump and porcelain, he also has a voice box for the original dolls lines, but he sometimes make some unholy and demonic noises to scare one of the bats except for Alfred or Damian, the doll that he was inside in had Caucasian skin, dark hair and deep blue eyes that look like had stars twinkling in it which he approved, his dress was a plump white dress that had green designs in it that was glowing, a small beautiful beach hat and a cute glowing green heels? Shoes ya that's the description and some cute accessories like a golden bracelet which had unique jewels like emerald, ruby, and etc,
when talia found him, the Girls, Ellie had created a very doll like luggage with his necessities, clothes, things for dolls..which he considers are now his own belongings after being used to the routine in the league and how he accept this as a vacay cause he knows CW is watching him😅
#danny phantom#batfam#dcxdp#Dpxdc#danny fenton#bruce wayne#dc x dp au#Damian haunted doll#inspired by Jason doll#jason todd#Damian Wayne#tim drake-wayne#dc x dp#dc x dp original?#dc x dp prompt#im gonna make a tim version next which is in my drafts...maybe dick's or Alfred..Ya I dont know if am gonna let bruce have one..maybe..#Jason's doll
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Ladies and gents, I present you Timothy Drake.
#tim drake#red robin#tim drake-wayne#pretty boy#look at that hair#he looks so young#and pensive#and melancholic#long-ish hair#robin lll#love it#timothy#baby-bird#detective#brainy is sexy#not mine#credit goes to the actual artist
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Is Tim Drake still canonically missing his spleen, or is it never talked about again?
Because realistically, Alfred and Bruce probably did know about it. And I figure Bruce would have enough money to get him a new one.
Don’t get me wrong, I love spleen-less Tim, both for angst, comedy, or just being interesting purposes.
But c’mon. Mr. Constantly Checking Vitals and Doing Scans Just In Case, would probably realize.
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For @badthingshappenbingo Take Me Instead
Working together, Nightwing and Red Robin uncover a burgeoning rebuild of the Court of Owls.
Or so it seems.
A Batman Story
#bad things happen bingo#Batman#Batman Family#Nightwing#Red Robin#Take Me Instead#My Fic#Dick Grayson#Tim Drake-Wayne
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