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Dream SMP meets Batfam Masterpost

This is a crossover au between Dream SMP and Batman in which random Dream SMP members get dropped into Gotham and try to find their way home. Shenanigans ensue. A group of oneshots that connect into a small storyline that happens concurrent with the Dream smp (exile arc to post prison arc)

Note: the first three parts were written two years ago, so there may be some recons in those because we’ve come up with new ideas since then

Written by me, @imhereforbagels , and @frogchaos

Part 1: Technoblade meets Damian Wayne (early exile)

Part 2: Ranboo meets Jason Todd (1) (shortly before doomsday)

Part 3: Dream. Shows up. (same time as part 2, different place)

Part 4: Tubbo meets Tim Drake-Wayne (same time as parts 2 and 3, different place)

Part 5: Ranboo and Jason Todd (2) + Bee duo (direct follow up to parts 2 and 4, after the Dream encounter)

Part 6: ???

Part 7: ???

Part 8: ???

Part 9: ???

Part 10: ???

Part 11: ??? (End)

It’s all planned out but you know, suspense

This started out as a joke

And they say Endgame was the most ambitious crossover of all time

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This is the map we're using to place the events in Gotham

Technoblade and Damian Wayne: upper west side 

Ranboo and Jason Todd part one: crime alley

Tubbo and Tim Drake-Wayne: Old Gotham

 Ranboo and Jason Todd part 2:

Sam and Barbara:

Quackity and Alfred:

Phil and Bruce Wayne:

Tommy and all batfam (multiple parts):

 The End part 1:

The End part 2:

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Tubbo x Tim drake: Written By the-hoely-bleach and i'm-here-for-bagels

A/N: I know we’re mixing up the timeline on the DSMP side, we don’t care, it doesn’t matter

Tubbo pulls his suit jacket tighter around himself, wishing not for the first time that he’d brought a heavier coat. Really what business did any place have being this cold so early in autumn?

He shakes his head. Focus. He runs through a small checklist in his mind. Ranboo freaked out and disappeared yesterday, and no one can find him. Tubbo had paid Purpled to track him here. Michael is safe with Captain Puffy. Quackity is handling Tubbo’s paperwork. Dream and Technoblade are going to attack L’Manberg 

tomorrow. Ranboo is a traitor. Tubbo doesn’t care. 

Okay. Find Ranboo. Get him home. Fight a war. Easy.

Tubbo stands at the door to the biggest, most official looking building he can find. Some kind of skyscraper with a big W and the word “Wayne” underneath. Surely someone here would know something. Or at least could point him in the right direction. He walks in.

Tubbo thinks someone went really overboard with the interior design. They have an indoor fountain. Who has an indoor fountain? There’s rich-looking people milling around in fancy suits, who Tubbo doesn’t even consider approaching. He turns his attention to the receptionist deck. A lady in a nice button up blouse and big black glasses is typing at her computer. A man in a 3 piece suit is standing next to her. They look to be in an intense conversation.

“I just got the email earlier that the galla flowers have been delivered but when I looked at them they're in the wrong color ” the girl stated.

“Well shit, we need to fix that or Bruce will be pissed,” the man states. 

“Excuse me,” Tubbo starts, “I’m looking for someone and I’m wondering if you could help me.”

The woman startles, composing herself quickly. “Did he come in here? I could have security look for them.”

Tubbo winces. “Well that’s the thing, I’m not sure. I just know he’s somewhere around here and this building looks important. Guy’s pretty hard to miss if that helps; around seven feet tall, lanky bastard too.”

“Sounds like my brother,” the man laughs. 

“Ah, well he isn’t exactly from here,” Tubbo flaps his hand idly, at his side, “Actually, where is here? I just walked into a portal and now I’m here.”  

The man looks at the boy with a little confusion and a little excitement, though Tubbo has no idea why, “Well that’s not too common here, but I know someone who can help you, go to the Bat Burgers at 10pm. Someone will be there to meet you.” 

“Uh, alright I guess,” the boy president says, internally contemplating the odd restaurant name, “Whereabouts would that be? Like I said, not from here. And also you didn't answer my question. Where the hell am I?” Tubbo has to admit, he’s 

getting a little irritated; his country is on the brink of war, his best friend, who he thought was fucking dead until a few days ago, is allied with Technoblade of all people, and now his husband has gone missing. He’s kind of at the end of his rope.

“It’s on the other side of town, all you will have to do is go to your left out the doors and walk 12 blocks east and take a right and another 5 blocks to the north and it will be on your left hand side.” The man in the 3 piece suit responds.

“12 blocks east, turn right, then five blocks north, got it,” Tubbo mumbles to himself, “Oh, what can I call you by the way? Sorry, been a long week.”

“My name is Timothy but everyone calls me Tim. And this sweet lady next to me,her name is Barbara. I am the C.O.O of Wayne Ent. And Barbara Is our Treasurer.” He hands Tubbo a card. “This is my business card. Call me if you have any issues.” 

Tubbo glances at the card before stuffing it into his pocket. “Thanks, man. I’ll, uh, see you around, I guess.” He gives an awkward wave excusing himself, rubbing absently at the burn scars on his face.

Tim’s POV: 

“Barbara let’s go into my office” Tim states and they head to his office and shut the door. 

“Barbara, did you see the scars on his face”

“Yes I did, Tim. Are we going to address the fact that he’s part of the goat?”

“Well I didn’t want to be rude, I just also assumed he's one of Jokers' failed projects.’’

“Is that why you're going to meet him tonight on patrol?”

“Yeah I’ve got to make sure he’s not a new villain coming to rain terror on Gotham.”

“That’s probably smart, we can’t have another joker running around.” 

“Let's stop dwelling on this and get back to work. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.”

     ..…………*time skip*…………..

(Tim as Red Robin) 

Tim stands on top of the Bat Burgers building ready for the meeting. He does a quick once over to make sure he has everything he needs to fight the strange child if need be. Tim then jumps off the building to meet him. 

Tim sees the child sitting in a booth trying to look all professional.He finally takes a good look at the small child. He’s wearing a suit that is two sizes too big. He has horns that stick straight out of his shaggy poorly cut hair. He can tell that he's trying to hide all of the goat parts of himself. He’s wearing a pair of shoes that clearly don't fit his hooves. As Tim analyzes his face it takes all of his self restraint to not burst out laughing at the sight of the child trying to seem like an adult. Tim opens the door and waves at the waitresses as they look so excited to see him. He continues to walk over to the child. He takes a seat across from the mutant child. 

“I’m Red Robin. I heard about your little predicament. I’m here to help you to the best of my abilities. So tell me what you need.”

The kid nods, taking a breath. “I’m looking for my husband. As far as I can tell he went through the same portal I did, so he must be around here somewhere. He’s stupid tall, void black on his right side, ghast white on his left, he’s got horns, basically he doesn’t look human at all. You notice when he’s around.” 

Though he hides it well, Tim can see the boy’s nerves. His hands shake on the table and his breathing is showing that he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. All though he is actively trying to calm himself down. Tim reaches across the table and grabs his shoulder. 

“Son, we will try to find your husband as fast as we can. I understand how this must be hard for you.”

“I’m not your son, I don’t appreciate being talked down to.” He sniffs, all tough, but all Tim can see is a child in over his head. “I am the president of a small country you know,” he mutters in a defiant tone.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I’m just trying to help. Tell me a little more about your husband. With what little information I have, I can't really help you. Is there any place he would go? Or anything here that would seem familiar to him?”

The boy drums his fingers on the table. “Uh.. His name is Ranboo, he-“ he swallows, a slight waver entering his voice, “Honestly, he’s probably just wandering around. He isn’t great with directions.” A hand wanders up to rub at the scars and he starts to rock slightly back and forth, before seeming to catch himself and straightens back up. “He likes dark places? I think he’d probably try to bunker down somewhere and hide.” 

Tim notices that the child is trying to not say too much. He decides to take the information he’s been given and start the search.

“So before we get started might i have your name. I have given you mine. Just as a customary greeting, I like to know the people i'm working with.”

“Oh, right,” the kid huffed out a laugh, maybe a bit embarrassed, “It’s Tubbo. Tubbo_Beloved.” Tubbo runs a hand through his hair, letting Tim get a good look at his horns. “So where do you wanna start, big man?”

“Alright Tubbo let’s get this search party started.” 

The two boys start out walking around the city looking for Ranboo. They walk around Old Gotham. They stealthily walk around until Tim gets a call on his comm. 

Tim tells Tubbo he will be right back as he walks away to answer his comm. 

“hello.”

“Tim I have this strange being in the batcave in the holding pod. I don’t know what to do with him.” 

“Jason, what does he look like?” Tim says with haste.  

“He has like white skin and a black skin as his other half. He’s kinda creepy.” 

“I have someone who has been looking for him here.”

“Well knock him out and bring him here.” 

“I will.’’

Jason then hangs up. 

“Hey Tubbo!” Tim yells as he runs back over. “I'm sorry about this” Tim says as he sprays a sleeping mist in Tubbo’s face 

Tubbo falls as Tim grabs him before he hits the ground. He ties him up and takes him back to the Batcave.

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Dream gets his ass kicked by a child (Dream x Dick Grayson PLATONIC)

Dick woke up in a good mood as always. He went to work and headed to the manor to go on patrol. He changed into his Nightwing uniform. He went to The Narrows. The Narrows are a pretty poor place. Richard makes the hops across the rooftops. 

Dick proceeds to hear a loud crash a little ways from the rooftop he was currently standing on. Damian was already in a fight with Bruce. Of course they are. Richard goes to walk off when he runs into a man with a mask on his face. 

“Ahh!”Richard yelps. “Can I help you.” The strange masked man doesn’t say a thing or move. Dick tried to walk around the man but every-time he tried he kept stepping in his way. Dick is finally able to walk away from the strange man. 

When he gets back to the cave he starts to tell Tim about the strange man.  

Dick: “Dude I was just standing there and he just wouldn’t move.” 

Tim: “I mean he could just have been startled by you, I mean you're on the roof of his building.” 

Dick: “ No, dude he was wearing a mask. Like it wasn't anything but a white smiley, it was weird”

Tim:  “ I dunno know, man.” 

A few nights later, they all get a call from the commissioner that an apartment building has been set on fire. 

 “We have an apartment building on 8th street on fire,” Bruce explains, ”We think it was arson. People are saying they saw a man with a white mask with a blank expression setting boxes on fire and throwing them into windows. We don’t know who this is or who they're working with. So be careful. I'm looking at you Damian. Jason isn't here. So you're the main one to watch tonight.” 

“You don't have to worry about me tonight Bruce,” Damian sassed. 

As they get to the building, they start to get everyone out. 

Bruce: Remember, this man is dangerous. We don't know who he works for, or what he wants. 

Damian starts to walk to the back of the building, when he catches a quick glance of the man they’e looking for. “ I see the suspect.”  

“Damian, don’t engaged.” Burce says in his usual monotone voice. Damian, being the little shit he is, doesn't listen and takes off after this man. Once Damian rounds the corner he is  immediately hit with fear toxin. Before Damian loses it he sees the strange man hit him over the head with what he can only assume is apparently every villain's favorite weapon: the crowbar. 

As Damian wakes up, he realizes he's in a cold, damp environment. What he can only assume is the basement of some location. As he fully comes to, he sees, looming in the corner, the strange man from before. 

“What the hell do you want.” He screams at the man. 

The masked figure tilts his head. “Oh, nothing. Just information. I’m looking for someone.” He twirls the crowbar idly in his hand, and Damian is, frankly, starting to get really pissed off. “Heard of a guy called Ranboo, by chance? Half black, half white, forgetful, massive pushover? Ring any bells?”

“Listen here, you want to be a purge party member. I have damn no clue who the hell you’re talking about. You and whatever band of freaks you're running with” Damian yells. “You don’t know who you’re messing with you fucking imbecile.” 

The man doesn’t seem remotely phased, only chuckles, humming in thought. “I think you’re lying. But that’s fine.” The crowbar stops spinning and he steps closer, a little too close for comfort. “I’ve got time.”

“Yo! Freak show, Who the hell do you think you are! How dare you speak to me like I'm two! I’ll have you know I can kill you in so many ways they'll never be able to identify your body.” Damian screams. 

The freak show in question stares up at the ceiling, irritation now shining through, which Damian takes as a small victory, as he mutters, “Oh gods, it’s another Tommy.” He pulls his bright green hood down and runs a hand through sandy blond hair. “You’ve got a mouth on you, kid. I can respect that. But tell me. See, I’m a bit new around here, and I keep hearing different names getting thrown around. You’re associated with someone called Batman, yes? And I’ve heard that my guy is with someone who’s associated with Batman. What I’m getting is that this guy’s got a group of,” he pauses, seeming to chew on his words, “helpers,” he settles on, much to Damian’s displeasure. “And you’re one of them. You call yourselves the Robins, yes? So. My question is, which one of you is harboring a traitor?” He speaks slowly, as if Damian won’t understand otherwise and it’s really getting on Damian’s nerves. 

“The robins!” Damian scoffs. “ I'm The robin,” Damian states as if it's a common fact. “These other robins,” Damian does the air quotes around the word robin. “As you call them, are my imbecile brothers. They have much better interrogation skills, might I add. They are looking for me as I speak. Not like I need their help.” Damian states confidently. “ Now we aren't harboring your buddy even if we were do you think it would be this easy to get me to talk. Don't underestimate me. I'm not a child who should be spoken down too. Now, Two Face reject, Answer my question now that I have answered yours. Who The Hell Are You! Before I cut it out of you. I'm not one to shy away from violence.” Damian ends, confident that he can and will beat he shit out of this man.

The guy has the decency to look sheepish. “Right. Call me Dream. And, brothers, you say? That’s… interesting. These others, are you actually sure they’re coming? I mean,” he shrugs his shoulders like he doesn't have a care in the world, “this place isn’t all that well-hidden(this is true, it’s just the first abandoned warehouse he could find), and you were out for a few hours(he is lying, Damian was only sleeping for maybe thirty minutes after they got there). I was honestly starting to wonder if I grabbed the wrong gas. If they were coming to save you,” he pulls up his hood as he speaks, “don’t you think they would be here by now?”

While Damian is gone, Dick is trying to find him. “Bruce did he take out his tracker?”, Dick states in pure panic. “Richard I have put at least three in him. You don’t think I have learned from you and Jason. Y'all took out so many of them damn things.`` Bruce states, like it's a normal thing and Dick should know this by now. “Damian is a smart kid Richard. He was trained not only by me but by the al-Guls as well. He can hold his weight.” Dick out of pure rage, slams his hands on the keys of the Bat computer. “Bruce how many kids does it take for you to realize that we were just kids! Hell Damian still is he's only Ten! I don’t care if you think he can hold his weight. He’s ten, He shouldn’t be expected to fight for his life every other day!” Dick sighs “Now we’re going to find Damian, with or without your help.”  Dick continues to type on the computer. 

When Dick finally gets a ping on Damians tracker he calls everyone into the Batcave. “I have found Damian. He's located in the basement of an abandoned warehouse downtown. I'm going to get him with or without you.” Tim quickly agrees to go with Dick to retrieve Damian. They hurriedly get into their suits and run down the warehouse where Damian is being held. When they arrive they quickly form a plan on how to save Damian. 

“ We need to get in and get out without making much of a scene.” dick explains. “If we make too much noise. We might blow our cover, who knows who he has working with or for him.” 

As the boys get closer to the basement they can hear yells in the distance. “I believe Damian has gotten loose.” Tim says as he winces while listening to the screams from the strange man from before. 

The boys bust down the door. The sight that is before them is Damian on top of this poor man. The man's nose is clearly broken, the mask half way on half off his face. Damian sitting on top of the man's chests fists in the air ready to strike again. Damian's small frame is a lot smaller than the man underneath him. The yelps from the man as Damian yells are curses at his captor was very funny to Tim. 

“I see you thought you had Damian but actually Damian had you.” Tim says between breaths. 

“You can have your demon child back. Get him the fuck off me!” the man screeches as he attempts to push the punching and screaming ten year old off him. 

Dick and Tim manage to pull the rabid Damian off the man. The moment Damian is detached from the man. The strange fellow gets up and books it. He straight up vanishes. Before they could get anymore information off him.

Dick looks at Damian. “You have to tell me everything you got out of that man.” Damian agrees and proceeds to fill them in on what happened.

Written by: imhereforbagles and @the-hoely-bleach

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Jason Todd x Ramboo (PLATONIC)

Thanks to @frogchaos for the help with Ramboo!!!

The Forest

As Jason was walking down the halls of Wayne manor. He could hear the sounds of his brothers fighting in the west wing. Like always Tim and Damian are at each other’s throats. Richard is trying to keep the peace like always.

Some days Jason wished he could just disappear . He was tired of his brothers up his ass all the time. And Bruce is always trying to force a better relationship with him. Jason's body aches all over. Whether it be from his nightly activities or his death and subsequent resurrection.

Just as Jason was going to take a nap he got a text from Roy. Roy has only sent Jason his location “Of course he’s lost,” Jason stated out loud. Roy has a problem with drugs and Jason knows if he doesn’t go with him he’ll OD somewhere.

When Jason gets to where Roy is located “God dammit Roy” Jason exclaimes. Roy looks at Jason with gleam. “Jason, look at the dude I just met.” Roy saids way too loud.

Jason looks at the strange man. Half of his face is black and half of his face is white/grey. He wears a dark gray suit with a red necktie, gray pants, a golden crown, and gray shoes. The man has a red eye and a green eye. The man stands just slightly taller than Jason. He looks at the man with suspicions. Was this one of two faced goons. Was he related to two face. As Jason sets his guard up. The man held out his hand.

“I’m ranboo,” the man states. Jason hesitates but shakes his hand. He mustn't be from here, he thinks. “You must be Jason, Roy, was just telling me about you,” ranboo states. Jason reluctantly talks to ranboo. “I’m just here to make sure this idiot doesn’t hurt himself or relapse.” Jason doesn’t want to state more than he needs too. Because if he his working with two face he doesn’t want to give off any information.

As Jason inspects Roy, he realizes that Roy is once again high off his ass again. Jason was over it at this point he had done so much for this man. As Jason looks over his shoulder he sees ranboo again. The boy looks no older than 17.

Jason goes to speak to the boy “hey? You're not from here are you?” ranboo responds with “no I’m not I don’t even know where here is. I was just in my panic room. When I slipped and hit my head and woke up here in the woods.” Jason states “oh hey I get that I had a moment years ago where I woke up somewhere different too.” Jason was pretty good at detecting when someone was lying. And this child wasn’t, he could tell this child was lost; very lost.

“Where are you from?” Jason quickly asks. “ I…I…I… I can’t remember…hold on!” ranboo pulls out a book with DO NOT READ on the front. Jason stares at it in confusion. As ranboo flips through the pages of this book Jason is tending to Roy continually giving him narcan.

“AH! I’m from a snow biome but I don't know where that’s from here…” ranboo states. “Tubbo and Michael must miss me!? I need to get home.” “Woah woah woah calm down,” Jason tries to get ranboo to calm down. “We’re gonna figure out how to get you home. Come on with me, I know some people who can help.”

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Tumblr I need a dreamsmp fan to consult me on a few questions thank you!!!

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Damian Wayne x Techoblade platonic  A strange encounter

Damian Wayne, despite his wishes and partly because of his brothers, he was taking Titius out for a walk to the local park. Now, was this a good idea in Gotham? Well no, but this Damian Wayne we’re talking about. As he neared the park, he could feel the rage radiating off his body. The cold weather outside was a relief from the stuffy house filled with the absolute idiots inside. 

Young Damian could no longer stand Richard’s insistence on family bonding. Could he not think about murder in peace. The sound of children playing and the off putting sound of AC/DC was looming in the air. Where was this god awful music coming from, Damian thought. As he walked into the park he quite easily noticed decrepit playground equipment, watching a child falls from the monkey bars as the ring he was holding onto snaps. He falls to the hard ground below. 

“They really should tear this shit down,” Damian mumbles.

He lets Titius off his leash to run around. As he walks around the park, keeping a watchful eye of his surroundings, Damian notices a tall brooding man sitting on swings, his long, atrocious pink hair just flying around everywhere as his braid falls apart. This man man has a fucking cape and crown on. is this another one of Joker's failed projects?, he thinks. This strange man is the source of the god awful music Damian heard earlier. He tries to ignore the man until he hears off in the distance, 

“Where does an orphan get a suit?” 

Was the strange pink haired elf man talking to him? Damian Wayne, son of Batman, the future heir of the league of assassins, no it couldn’t be; no one messes with the Wayne family. 

“Looking pretty entitled for an orphan too,” the strange man speaks again. 

 “Who the hell do you think you're talking too, creep,” Damian yells. 

The strange man just points at Damian, “orphan” he yells in a monotone voice. 

Damian, without missing a beat says, “Who the hell are you calling an orphan, you pixie hollow reject? I'm Damian Wayne, the son of Bruce wayne. I demand respect.”

“I don't know who that is.” the strange man states not a single change in the sound of his voice. 

“You come to Gotham and don't know Bruce Wayne!?” Damian exclaimes bewildered. 

“Hey man, I'm just passing through, I just couldn't stand the idiots any longer,” he states, no enthusiasm in his voice anyway whatsoever. 

Before Damian could respond, a small white dog ran past with Titus not far behind. The strange man quickly calls for the puppy. 

“Floof, come here” 

Damian looks absolutely appalled at the man like he's on crack.  

“Who the hell names their dog floof.”

“Well, I think it's a pretty fitting name. I mean look at him.” the man throws Damien a sideways smirk.

Damian notices the man has two fang tusks things in the front bottom of his mouth. Damian’s thoughts consume him as he thinks about how ridiculous the man looks. Why would anyone look like that? It kinda reminded him of Beast boy. Maybe Richard was expecting this man. 

“Are you part of Richard's group of rejects?” Damian asks. 

“Who’s Richard?”  

Damian can not tell if this man is legit or not. Baffled, he just starts to ask questions.

“What's your business here?”

“I just told you, I'm passing through. Gotta go back eventually o’course, but for the meantime I’m here. By the way orphan, why are you at that park in a suit?”

The strange man glances at Titus and back at Damian. Titus is just in a protective sit next to Damian. 

“Hey, is this your dog, weird kid?” 

Damian stands a bi taller. “Why yes, this is Titus. He was bred for my protection.”

“Titus? That sounds like a type of cancer.”

“He was named after the great Shakespearean character!” Damian exclaims, clearly pissed off.

The man hums, nodding slightly. “I’ve never really liked Shakespeare, more of a Sun Tzu guy myself. Or maybe Poe, thought the one poem about the raven was funny.”

“Sir, who do you think you are to talk to me like we're old pals?”

“Well let me introduce myself,  tiny human. My name’s Technoblade, friends call me Techno. Enemies call me The Blade. Which one will you be?” he asks in a kind of mocking way. 

“I'm going to beat your ass, mister, if you keep talking down to me.” 

“You can try, tiny child, but you can see here my dog is mighty vicious.”  

Said dog is trying to hump Titus's leg. 

Damian proceeds to pull out a katana. “I will not hesitate bitch.”

“Yo, that’s a pretty sick blade,” he says, though Damian can’t really tell if he means it because his voice doesn’t change at all, “More of an axe guy myself.” He proceeds to pull out his battle axe from beneath his cape.

This axe, may I remind you, is huge, shiny black and double-bladed and wickedly sharp with a weird purple glow emitting from it. There is something carved on the hilt, but Damian couldn’t read it from where he was standing, nor did he care to. Not much anyway. 

Damian, stopping short, stares at him. “Wait. Hold on. Pause.” Damian takes a moment to appreciate the massive, beautiful weapon presented to him in all its glory. “You carry a blade in your back pocket too? I thought I was the only one who did that!”

Technoblade, giving a restrained chuckle, responds, “Oh, man, I carry so many weapons.” He runs a hand over the blade, clearly well-taken care of but had probably seen many battles. “This one’s just my favorite.” 

Damian, getting excited despite himself, pulls out a batarang to show him. “Oh, sir, you’ve seen nothing yet.”

Technoblade leans closer, “Okay that looks awesome but I have no idea what it is.”

Damian knows an opportunity to rant about weapons when he sees it. “Well the wing part is sharp, see?” he says, pointing helpfully at said wing part, “And you throw it, and it stabs people.” A pause. “In the back.” Another pause, and he adds, “Oh, and it’s called a batarang.”

“Yooooo, my buddy Phil knows a guy with something like that. He’s got this wicked trident and he likes to mess with people by missing them on purpose and then it just completely annihilates them on the way back.” As he speaks, Techno makes his way over to a rotting picnic table, Floof (still a dumb name) close behind. He doesn’t seem to mind how it creaks dangerously under his weight when he plops down on it. 

Damian, Titus in tow, follows him to stand a few paces away from the ramshackle piece of outdoor furniture. Techno looks up from his dog to stare at Damian. “You gonna sit down?”

Damian wrinkles his nose. “On that? No, this suit is versace.”

Technoblade blinks. “I dunno what that means.” He leans in uncomfortably close to examine the suit. Has this guy heard of personal space? “Does look kinda expensive though… Uhh, here.” He moves to unclasp his (stupid) red cape, draping it over the bench next to himself. “There, now you won’t mess it up.”

Damian gives the man a look that he hopes portrays the feeling of absolute disgust crawling up his back as he sits stiffly on top of the cape, careful not to touch the table (it’s growing moss), and trying not to jump at the loud protesting creak.

“Would you mind telling me the text that is on that axe?”

“It says the axe of peace. This is not the original because I gave the original away and this one is from my friend,” techno states.

“Ahhh that's cool, my katana is from my mother. It was forged in a fire hand chosen by me.”

“Nice, I once threw a pickaxe into someone's teeth.”

“Oh man, are you serious?”

“I carry it on me.” This man proceeds to pull out a pickaxe made out of the same material as the axe with the same purple glow.

As they are talking Jason walks up behind his little brother. Jason picks Damian up a little off the bench. Before Damian could figure out who it was Jason had already started giving him a noogie. 

“Hey there you are demon spawn.” Jason states loudly. 

As Jason and Damian start bickering, technoblade can't stop laughing. 

“Is this your brother Damian?” he says, trying to catch his breath. 

“This is the loathing idiot I unfortunately share a household with.” 

“I'm Jason Todd.” Jason sticks his hand out for technoblade to shake.

He takes his hand and shakes it firmly. “ I believe it's time to take your pristen toddler home. I think it's past his nap time.”

“IT'S 2PM AND I’M 10!” Damian yells. 

Jason laughs loudly and this statement. “Well Alfred sent me after you. I believe it's time to head out. Say goodbye to your friend Damian.” 

“I can't stand you todd.” Damian huffs. 

“Well i'll see you around kid, i think it's time for me to head home.”

As they all walk their separate ways techo stops and thinks that man wasn't afraid of all the weapons out.

By: imhereforbagles and @the-hoely-bleach

#crackfic #technoblade #dream smp #Damian Wayne #batman #technobladeoutofplace #damianisconfused #crossover #crack treated seriously #jason todd

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Idk if I ever said anything about it but I bought one

Hey y’all! Can you guys help me out in picking a design? My friends and I are going to be having a Titans watch party soon and I want to have these hoodies made for it. I’m stuck between these designs so I really need some help!

The designs are going to be embroidered that’s why they look all fuzzy. This is a preview of how they would look done.

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I have some quicksilver just because

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Girl this is my whole lifestyle

Hey y’all! Can you guys help me out in picking a design? My friends and I are going to be having a Titans watch party soon and I want to have these hoodies made for it. I’m stuck between these designs so I really need some help!

The designs are going to be embroidered that’s why they look all fuzzy. This is a preview of how they would look done.

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Where can I buy this please

Hey y’all! Can you guys help me out in picking a design? My friends and I are going to be having a Titans watch party soon and I want to have these hoodies made for it. I’m stuck between these designs so I really need some help!

The designs are going to be embroidered that’s why they look all fuzzy. This is a preview of how they would look done.

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people who love dc AND marvel

fucking elite

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#idk what im doing #roy harper x reader #anime #red hood x reader #tim drake x reader #batfamily #batman #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd

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