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greenglowinspooks · 6 months

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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)

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Tw: N/A

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)

(Masterlist/subscription post)

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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.

And Danny hated it.

He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.

In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.

After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.

He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.

Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.

Right. Scarecrow.

His escape.

The chase.

His mom.

“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”

“Oh.”

After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.

“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”

Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!

“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”

“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”

“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”

“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”

Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.

Danny sat down.

“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”

Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.

“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”

“Oh,” Danny said.

He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.

Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.

Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.

It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.

Tucker.

Amity park.

Home.

Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.

He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.

Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.

“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”

Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.

He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.

At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.

Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.

Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.

It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.

Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.

He was not about to cry.

“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”

He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.

Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.

He read the report again.

And again.

Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.

“What?”

“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”

Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.

“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.

“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”

“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”

“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”

Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.

“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”

“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”

But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”

“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”

“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”

Dr. Crane sighed.

“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”

“…Why?”

“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”

Danny paused.

“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”

“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”

Danny snorted.

“You care about laws now?”

“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”

Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.

“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”

“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”

Danny nodded. He could live with that.

“Alright, then let’s get to work.”

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#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc fic #liminal scarecrow #scaredad scaredad scaredad #not pictured: scarecrow frantically googling to see what he can feed Danny without killing him #and also going through everything in his kitchen to find something that isn’t spoiled #he lives like a 20 year old bachelor in terms of food. just takeout and moldy bread in there #maybe a can of soup if he’s feeling adventurous #scarecrow: ah yes I am feeding him soft foods to keep my lead on the GiW alive. No sentimental reason whatsoever #danny who is about to start bawling his eyes out:#the boy had to battle resurrected food for years. he is NOT used to being fed actual edible things #danny: scarecrow could kill me at any moment. that’s why he’s feeding me and worrying about my health and safety #btw HUGE shoutout to the riddler for cramming an entire gaming pc into a 2007 microsoft computer #or some shit like that #and just giving it to scarecrow. for free. just bestie things

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mychlapci · 2 months

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so, about that prowl pussy. look upon my gay little doodles and despair. tw for lockdown putting his hook someplace it really shouldnt go <3

+ unfortunate close ups

#im feeling sane im feeling good i feel completely sane #valveplug #i love drawing tables that dont make sense #this is the biggest canvas i can draw on without my computer crashing everything and killing itself. eh #tfa #what's the ship name #prowldown #?#that sounds funny

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skeletalheartattack · 7 months

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i haven't played minecraft in years, but with the armadillo winning the vote, i think about how wolves don't really have much going on in terms of their utility. like anytime i tame a wolf, i end up just kinda keeping them sitting at home.

i think if mojang really does feel like wolves are deserving of armour, with the addition of armadillos, they really need to update wolves to be more useful as companion mobs, because personally... i never feel the urge to bring a wolf with me when im going out to do things, especially if it involves combat.

like, what do dogs do best? fetching stuff and digging, right? like i wish that i could just mill about with a wolf and they track a scent or something and start digging into the dirt and then proceed to bring you that item. like it could range from rarely digging up iron nuggets to digging up vegetables or whatever, yknow. combine the fetching stuff with combat and you wouldn't have to manually pick up stray arrows or items from mobs your wolf kills.

the only other thing i wish you could do with wolves is automate their health in some way, like give more utility to the bowl item so you can place it down for them to eat from so you don't have to constantly manage their health by looking at their tail. just minor quality of life stuff i guess.

idk, that's just my thoughts. i do like wolves in minecraft, they just feel rather lacking with the way some new mobs have so much going on, like the sniffer and allay and so on.

#id like to play minecraft at some point but sadly i dont think my current computer can run it due to not supporting opengl #but yeah. i usually keep this stuff to tags but i figured my thought process wouldve ended up with more than 30 tags #so thusly just. lone post of my thoughts.#but back on subject. i kinda think about how you could automate like... mob farms with wolves. but i run into dead ends #like how do you specify which mobs to have your wolf ignore. and how do you target them in the first place without attacking them #like. maybe the scope? like you zoom in on the mob you want attacked. idk. thats a tough one to figure out.#cause like it has to be something that can be easily executed. and easily managed.#like im imagining going to a pig pen and letting a wolf in to go kill and then bring back the items #but like you dont want the wolf to kill all of them... and yeah ik theres more efficient ways to farm mobs #i guess i just want it to be a bit more player involved. add some fun to it.#i like going around and doing things. automation is kinda less of my thing in most cases #especially with the complexity of some things right. like having a simple easy option would just be nice to have i guesz #its just all about how you go about executing it in gameplay #anyway thats all my damn brain power #minecraft #tagging that for myself for if i gotta find it later

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castielcommunism · 2 years

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the insane thing about season 6 is that Raphael is right. it’s completely unreasonable to trust Cas at all. Anna used to be his boss and she rebelled, then Cas followed her. the consequence of this is that the apocalypse didn’t happen and Heaven has descended into chaos. Cas currently holds a reputation on par with Lucifer, except this time a bunch of other angels are listening to what he’s saying and want to follow him. and because god is gone and Raphael is tasked with ruling Heaven (a thing angels are not meant to do) the most reasonable course of action would be to kill Cas as fast as possible and try to keep shit from disintegrating entirely. both Raphael and Cas hold completely sympathetic but mutually exclusive positions on what to do now that there is no ruler of Heaven, and Raphael is structurally prohibited from considering any other position because that also means actively inciting his own rebellion. like he is in an impossible position where angels are only ever meant to follow rules, except now he has no rules to follow because god is gone, and making up his own rules means shedding the mindset that keeps angels in line in the first place. so like in order for Raphael to consider a new way of ruling he might end up realising that Cas is correct (like most other angels currently rebelling) which he doesn’t want to do. so what other option is there

#spn lb #spn.txt #i need a tag for angel stuff #IT COULD BE SOOOOO FUCKING GOOD #heaven essentially has hyper intelligent computers running the world with extremely stringent restrictions #and every time they break those restrictions catastrophic shit happens #meaning that you could fully be aware that the rules you’re following suck #but there’s no way to stop without killing a shitload of other angels #which is the position Raphael is in #AUGH. whatever

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archiephd · 6 months

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the fact that usamerican leaders are himming and hawing over what kind of aid to send to israel and how much while there are more than 8,000 people israel killed in just 3 weeks is absolute insanity. there is no connection to reality whatsoever. none. because if they admit israel is a violent occupying force who never had the right to even begin their illegitimate and internationally illegal state in 1948, boy fucking howdy do they have shit to fucking clean up across the entire globe. entire history books to rewrite. real fucking shit to address to their own citizens, let alone other countries'. real reparations centuries too late. land back, god forbid! and they would rather leave 8,000 people dead, more than 3,000 of which are children, than even entertain the thought. like it didn't even happen. western supremacy and its imperialism is fundamentally contradictory, like it literally isn't even fucking real. and it knows it. it's Nothing under a frothing sheet, and so it requires a constant buffet of lies to sustain itself. and it will kill anyone and anything real that challenges the centuries old status quo.

#j.txt #i rewrote this way too many times i don't even know what to say anymore #america itself is fucking delusion from it's conception and it can never admit that to itself without killing itself in the process #when we fight for gaza we are fighting for landback we are fighting for black lives #we are fighting for past present future victims of the same lies #never again means never again means never again until it fucking sticks #free palestine #and it's goddamn halloween on my goddamn computer fucksake. anyone else losing their fucking mind

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megamindsupremacy · 8 months

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Sorry I am the og anon. I swear that wasn't supposed to be hate: im a long time "fan" who genuinely thought the idea of the batfam not even being blorbos to you was really funny for some reason and wanted to make a stupid joke. Sorry for the trouble. I swear I don't even like worm this much. PS: I will take your anonhate advice to heart

Oh hey!! aksjksjd that’s good to hear lol glad to know a) you’re the same person and b) that wasn’t anon hate. Yeah I have a weird personal definition of Blorbo in the sense that Blorbos are the mindspinner characters and everyone else I’m just a reasonable (“reasonable”) amount of enthusiastic about. So definitely easy to think the batfam are my blorbos. That being said you’re right Barbara is the first and in fact the only batfam character to ever touch a computer. She’s the only one who knows what a computer is. She tried to tell Bruce his cybersecurity was shit once and his response was “what’s cybersecurity” and it keeps her up at night wondering if he was fucking with her or not

#i should make an ask tag #none of the batfam knowing what a computer is makes NO sense but I’m here for it #Bruce has managed to exist this long in this era without learning abt the existence of a computer and Alfred is not breaking that streak #. because Alfred also doesn’t know what a computer is badumtsh kill me #also yeah take the anon hate advice to heart yall aren’t very good at it. I have very nice followers #one time I told everyone to send me anon hate just bc I was curious and I think the worst one I got was like ‘you don’t ever shut up’. mb ig #you followed the never shut up guy and you will get me never shutting up

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whomst-is-hex · 9 months

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I have leveled up in mental illness

Fr though disco was HARD to beat. Like it's generally a pretty easy game (at least compared to the dirt path dragged me through) but the achievements were something else. There's some really specific ones, and since my normal achievement-hunting routine doesn't exactly work with disco's structure I had to do way more separate runs to get them than originally planned. I believe I had around 5 back-to-back runs? Can't remember but hey I got it done baby

Genuinely I really enjoyed the game though. I beat it by steams standards but I feel like there's still more I could find, if I wanted to. It hit the same spot in my brain that pathologic did, as I'm sure a lot of disco and path enjoyers have said, and it was just so fun to read and play and it's gonna be on my mind for a long long time.

Time to reccomend it to everyone I know

#talking #disco elysium #i am the king of resource-management games #kinda wish pathologic 2 could run on my computer without blowing it ip again so i can keep playing the hardest difficulty #i played it on intended my first time and wow. when you max out the difficulty sliders it really does get fuckin awful #in comparison i mean #that game is pretty good at killing you inside and out

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