#Alfred Blurb

[little-pondhead]

Classic "promised-at-birth-to-the-Ghost-King" story, except the contract never states how, exactly, the King is to use the offered soul. Usually, one would be offered as a bride or sacrifice. But with Pariah Dark sealed away, his retainers got a little lazy in the last few millennia. They just made some generic contracts and practically handed them out like candy.

When Danny took over as king via conquest, that included all the weird and messed up soul contracts the previous retainers had signed. And since ghost magic was a thing and seemed to have it out for Danny personally, many of these contracts updated their terms and conditions as soon as that crown hit Danny's head, reflecting the new King's subconscious desires and personality.

This caused many issues with those still around to profit from these contracts. Some people lost their power, some gained more, and some were unbound and kicked to the curb. A few special people found themselves dropping dead after their less-than-ethical abilities disappeared.

Danny was unaware of the chaos he had unintentionally caused for quite a while. It was only brought to his attention when a letter arrived on his desk one day with a copy of someone's valid contract enclosed. The new changes have been highlighted, and a separate note is attached.

It seems that in exchange for blessings of near-immortality for her infant son, a mother had offered Pariah Dark both their souls in order to ensure her child's survival during harsh times. (The souls were to be collected upon death and were to be used as soldiers in the King's Army.) The mother's soul had returned to the Keep decades ago and was recently assigned to tend to the gardens, while her son seemed to have grown into a fine gentleman and was still alive. He used his mother's gifts to serve his country and loved ones well, it seemed.

At first, Danny didn't see what any of this had to do with him. If the mother was already a part of his kingdom, and the son would be eventually, why was a letter about the whole thing showing up before him?

Then he read the revised contract, which bore his magical signature. A signature that overruled the power of Pariah and binding it to him.

'...and as such, in return for the abilities stated above, [Mary Pennyworth] and [Alfred Pennyworth] will fulfill the conditions detailed below, upon pain of Ending.

[Mary Pennyworth], when returned to the Kingdom of Dark Kingdom of Stars, will work as a lieutenant in the Skeleton Army caretaker in the Gardens of Pluto.

STATUS: COMPLETED

[Alfred Pennyworth], when returned to the Kingdom of Dark Kingdom of Stars, will work as a general in the Skeleton Army caretaker of the King and his Court.

STATUS: PENDING'

Danny had to re-read the contract several times to understand what it was saying. He now had a caretaker? What did a caretaker do? Was it like a ghost parent? Could this guy ghost-ground him??

He sighed and pressed the speed dial on his phone for Tucker. Time to find out who the hell this Alfred Pennyworth guy was, and how to break a magic contract when it wasn't even fulfilled yet.

Meanwhile, Alfred had just found the original copy of the contract amongst his mother's belongings after it glowed and drew him in. The paperwork cleared up a lot of mysteries he'd always wondered about himself, even if he disapproved of his mother's methods. Nonetheless, he smoothed out the aged paper with dark green ink, noted the fresh (sloppy, a teenager?) signature, and began preparing to meet this supposed new King and his Court.

It wouldn't hurt to make introductions before he died, after all.

#pondhead blurbs #dpxdc #alfred is now their grandpa #i just want alfred to meet danny and his group of friends and unironically call him 'your majesty' and danny HATES it #like this is the guy who's gonna be my butler/caretaker after he dies? please man just say my name #it's not a cursed name i swear #no one else knows how to feel #cause like #if the contract wasn't in place everyone was sure Alfred would haunt the manor even after death due to his devotion to the wayne family #but now he's already got a job in the afterlife #so how will the bats see their father/grandfather figure now? #Bruce: the obvious solution is to adopt these random kids who still have families so alfred never has to leave :) #alfred isn't even dead yet but the bats are speedrunning their grief in like a week

[braindead94]

“What-just what the fuck are you?!” You yelled at him while keeping your distance from him and the burning building that once was your workplace. The heat from the fire was immense and painful, but not in the way that made you fearful that day. Not by it, but by the tall man with the cane with the blue gem on it.

Whom simply smiled through his goatee, what should have been a warm and soft smile if it wasn’t for the fact his dark eyes glowed with the blaze from the infurno. “I am your new life, my dear. Your will, your protector, your devoted servant with a bleeding heart.” He said in a posh voice.

You only glanced at the building again and held back a shudder of the poor burning people stuck inside. “You are batshit insane is what you are! Stay the fuck away from me-“ you felt yourself cut off as you try to finished your scream at him, but your mouth only moved to the words silently. You try to speak again but your lips move on as if on mute. The tall man just tsk with a mocking concern on his handsome face, strolling toward to you as you Trimble where you stand.

“Do continue to deny my advances, my dear. It oils only delay the inevitable”

#alfred molina #molina-verse #yandere maxim horvath #minors dni #maxim horvath #Dark #blurb

[possibly-not-a-ghost]

Did Danny bring gifts for all of the bad family members or only the main ones?

And what was the conversation between him and Alfred that led to the decision to get all those gifts in specific?

I'll be real I've mostly just been tossing ideas at the wall and seeing what sticks so to speak.

I think despite the efforts of Sam and Tucker they didn't know for sure the number of Bats were around Gotham. Changing their IP to Gotham sure did help with getting through the hiccups of social media but there was only so much to be done. The Horrible Cookies were meant to be the focal point and the gifts for the (seemingly) youngest was a safe bet.

The most recent Robin has a sword and that's only because of some invisible wanderings (Not Stalking) that Danny knows that much. Another weapon seemed safe enough. Maybe Jazz discretely inquires about gifts for some 'friends' of their new neighbors. They take a trip to one of the rooftop shrines during the day and take note on what's already put out there. Can't go wrong with what's confirmed Good Shrine Offerings ⟨™⟩ after all.

I bet Danny was just really earnest about wanting to make a good impression on some 'like-minded' friends. Or likening it to an awkward:

"We moved into an...associate's-" Don't say haunt, don't say haunt, don't say haunt. "-building!" Nailed it. "Obviously we're allowed to come in but we don't know if they'd be alright with us staying? For longer and I - well me and my sister, really just want to show our appreciation for letting us in the door-" Not that Danny knew for sure if they could do that but it felt like they did. "-let alone having us stay."

There was a long pause as the well-dressed man seemed to examine Danny. From messy black hair to well-worn shoes before he finally put Danny out of his misery.

"I find fruitcake is a winner for any housewarming parties."

Gotham felt strange but not hostile. If the alleyway's shadows felt a bit deeper, a little darker whenever he or Jazz had to use them neither of them had felt particularly threatened by it. Rather than that it felt...safe. Like the blanket forts he'd make with Sam and Tucker.

Obviously, they'd been given an acceptance by Gotham and therefore the Bats. A confirmation of their non-human status that had him almost giddy after the stressful escape road trip. It was unspoken, sure but it felt rude not to acknowledge them. As if they'd go to a grave and leave no flowers.

#spongebob memes are the gift that keeps on giving y'all #asks and answers #fake cryptids real ghosts au #danny doesn't buy fruitcake In Front of Alfred but he is responsible for it showing up at the shrine #I don't know where that blurb came from maybe writer brain came back from vacation #rook posts stuff #I really need to decide how spooky the bats are #Imagine danny trying to get gifts for like extended families you don't know well but make it spooky

[sunnysssol]

Alfred fell for Suzie because he felt like she was the one being whom he could let down his walls for. He was born alone, and he was going to die alone– that was the mindset he's had since he was young. But when he's with her, he doesn't think about hellfire or being damned for all of eternity for desire, or the sins he can never wash from his hands. He loves them because Suzie is familiar. Strong, safe. He doesn't have to worry about geopolitics if he's with her, basically lol. As much as he loves the spotlight, he also, above all, loves his fucking space. Again, he was born alone, and spent so much time being alone that any other way feels odd, somehow. Like he's just playing the fool. But with her, he doesn't have to pull back his emotions, his thoughts. He doesn't have to worry about her judging him even if he knows he deserves it. Instead, when he fucks up, or when he feels especially alone, they take his hand and squeeze it firmly– "We're going to be okay. We'll get back up somehow."

Suzie fell for Alfred because he made things feel possible. Being raised as the youngest daughter of some nobleman or other, Suzie knew early on that their duty to their family prior to being chosen for this job was to marry some wealthy nobleman, maintain his household, give him children, then die. A lot has happened since that little girl left her father's home, but even then, Suzie told themselves that whatever their duty or station in life is, they were going to fight like hell to make it a fulfilling one. She's always been endlessly curious– after a question has been answered, she has at least five more. Suzie wanted to see and experience everything, to have the knowledge, the capacity– the power to make things happen. She's always dreamed of the sky and the stars– and Alfred, with his all-encompassing, boundless optimism and fiery drive to accomplish whatever task he thought was worth the effort, Suzie can't help but feel similarly.

They both make each other discover things about themselves they never would've known otherwise. Alfred had no idea he too, hated the utter lack of complete independence when one's in the spotlight until Suzie told him how they felt about it. Independence to do whatever they wanted, whenever they want. He had no idea he was being so damn scummy until Suzie smacked him with cold, hard facts in the late 80s. He genuinely thought he was doing good things, deluding himself into thinking he was being good. But most of all, he had no idea about the depth of his compassion until she began involving him in her non-official excursions, helping out in communities and such. He loves his people, but just "loving" doesn't really mean anything if he's some kind of untouchable patron saint. Love doesn't mean a damn thing if the one half is unsure about truly returning it and the other is unsure of what, who it's loving. But Suzie was sure. She was always so goddamn sure of everything– and Alfred admires that. Sure, they take a while to make decisions, but they truly take the time to hear all possible reasons, study all possible scenarios, circumventing most problems Alfred would be blindsighted by.

It's definitely not perfect– their relationship has been on the rocks now and again. But the effort, the devotion is there. And, they make one hell of a good team.

#re: amesuzie #oc: susannah knightley #sol's writing #i never know whether to tag alfred in these damn things. a lot of these little analysis blurbs include a lot of him but #yeah LMFAOO #i just felt bad abt talking shit about AmeSuzie yesterday i had to balance it out !!!!!! #oh also! i used a lot of gendered terms on suzie's part but they are non binary still. i'm talking about their girlhood in past tense #apologies if this was messy these are just thoughts !! very word vomit-y #if anyone wants me to elaborate on sth pls don't hesitate to ask and i won't hesitate in shamelessly yapping about my silly otp <33 shhdhd #i'll also probably go back in and edit this a few times as i go but yeeee !!! once again i'm not an expert

[pirateprincessblog]

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢.

𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘴

the walking dead masterlist

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘱𝘢𝘥

𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤.

𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

#ateez #ateez oneshot #ateez fanfiction #ateez imagine #ateez requests #ateez blurbs #the witcher #witcher #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #hongjoong #Seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #mingi #wooyoung #san #jongho

[someonetaughtmetowrite]

The Bats on a Ski Trip

Jason’s the guy who simultaneously trips people (Tim) on the hills while also giving little kids and especially nervous folks some gentle advice. He spends majority of the stay hiking around while a small but mighty gathering of wide-eyed, grateful children slide after him, begging him to join in snowball fights and snowman making and the like. And how could he say no to all those puppy eyes?

Tim takes this opportunity to sleep in well past noon (“It’s the warmest time of the day anyway. Go away Steph”). Despite being a native Gothamite, this small man was not built for this cold (“You look like a miserable marshmallow, Replacement.” “I’m wearing twelve jackets and I’m STILL cold, f*ck off”). He’s hopeless at skiing (“You might have more luck if you took off a couple layers-“ “Do you WANT me to die, Dick?”). He spends majority of the time in the lobby by the fire, switching out coffee for hot cocoa (but still drinking at least 5 cups a day, of course), and catching up on some leisurely reading while cuddling with Bernard (of course Tim brought him, and how could Bruce say no?)

Steph is having the BEST TIME OF HER LIFE! She is very much a public safety hazard, shredding the snow, and often going slightly off the path (“YOU FELL INTO A SNOW DRIFT AND DISTURBED A GRIZZLY’S DEN!!!” “Yeah, but the gram has never seen better.” “F@!$?!-“). However, she’ll wind down eventually and spend the evenings cuddling with Cass while the family gathers round the fire.

Cass quietly takes in the winter wonderland, getting up early for admire the way the dawn lights up the snow. She’ll try snowboarding (which she has a natural knack for, of course), but she’ll end up back at the lodge, taking quiet strolls with Bruce or sometimes Jason or Duke. They encourage her to play in the snow like a child, making angels and building snowmen. They love seeing her light up and live a little.

Duke loves snowboarding, but one can only take so much abuse from Jason and Steph before throwing in the towel. He spends majority of his time with Cass or just hiking by himself, enjoying a winter not permanently tinged Gotham Gray. It may be freezing, but he gets all warm and fuzzy when the family gathers, and he’s welcomed as if he’s always been and is meant to be there.

Alfred, much like Tim, spends majority of his time catching up on his reading and enjoying the fire. He also dabbles in photography, and collects a lovely assortment of photos featuring his family at peace in a winter wonderland. However, the kids coerce him onto the ski hill at long last, and let me tell you, they know they shouldn’t be all that shocked, but when Alfred FLIES down the hill like it’s second nature, and then stops with a sniff and strolls back inside like it was nothing, they can’t help but lose their jaws in the snow.

Damian may have braved many harsh climates and training exercises with the League of Shadows, but skiing and snowboarding prove difficult. He almost tears Steph’s and Jason’s heads off in frustration as they ski circles around him. Bruce and Duck finally step in, gently coaching him through it and accompanying him down the hill. He won’t admit it, but he kind of really loves cuddling with his family by the fire at the end of the day.

Dick is in love with the snow. A natural skiier and snowboarder just like Cass, he spends plenty of time racing Steph and Jason while also trying to stop them from killing anybody. However, he takes special interest in skating, and ends up by the lake more often than not, often with Cass and sometimes with Bruce, Damian, and Duke. He insists on herding everyone downstairs to sit together, handing out hot cocoa and blankets and cuddling Damian whether he likes it or not (he does).

Babs loved skiing before the loss of her legs, but she doesn’t let it get her down. She loves watching Cass be a kid, Tim and Bernard be lovey dovey, and stealing away Dick for…holiday fun. She chats with Alfred a lot, and if she thought she knew some secrets, she’s shockingly humbled after a long rant from an Alfred slightly drunk on spiked eggnog. She loosely braids Cass’s and Steph’s hair as they all dog pile on the couch, smiling as Dick cuddles her and Damian closer.

Bruce is just happy to see his kids happy. He doesn’t necessarily hate nor love the snow, but he does love spending time with his kids without having to worry about Gotham or WE (he pulled a few strings and has several leaguers and close friends taking care of things while he’s gone). He loves watching them all be kids again, without the trauma and the villains always lurking around a shadowy corner. In this winter wonderland, they are all made new, innocent and wonder-full, and for once he has no past to hold him back from letting them in and loving them.

🦇❄️

#I think they just need a nice vacation #they should have a nice holiday #batfam #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #cassandra cain #stephanie brown #barbara gordon #duke thomas #tim drake #tim x bernard #alfred pennyworth #jason todd #blurb #bringontheweirdworld #dc

[c-nstantine]

blurb #010

Jason sometimes disappears without leaving a note and it scares Bruce. He knows that Jason is a grown adult now but all he can think about is Jason in the warehouse right before it explodes. The worried parent in him is turned on to 100. It's not until Alfred explains it does Jason make an effort to start letting Bruce know he's going to be gone for an extended period of time.

#bruce wayne #bruce wayne blurb #jason todd #jason todd blurb #batman #alfred #red hood #robin #batfamily blurb #c-nstantine

[godzilla-reads]

“Here is a marvelous werewolf thriller set in upstate New York in the days close after the American Revolution. A series of bizarre and horrifying events besiege the village of New Dortrecht with the advent of the French Comte de Saint Loup and his hound DeRetz. A giant wolf, possessed with evil intelligence and savage fury, sates his desire for blood in a series of horrifying and supernatural killings.”

—The Wolf in the Garden by Alfred H. Bill

#godzilla reads #the wolf in the garden #Alfred H. Bill #werewolf #werewolf books #vintage books #paperback books #booklr #reading #bookworm #bookish #book blog #booklover #quotes #book blurb

[little-pondhead]

DPxDC Prompt:

[this is a long one please forgive me]

Bruce lied to the others about his trip through time. Not all of it! Just…one specific thing.

During the early parts of his timeline hijinks, before Tim realized Bruce was still alive, he had a bit of a respite in between his endless time jumps. (Maybe a certain ghost was helping him out.) With a fuzzy memory at best and a strange itch to investigate the unknown, Bruce had been taken in by an old couple who had no kids but wanted to pass on the family name. And who better than a thirty-something amnesiac stranger who could actually be related by blood?

Bruce, with nowhere to go, accepted his new name, grew out his hair, and quickly got accepted into college for engineering. There, he met two of his closest friends; a redheaded woman who could kick his ass and a wet chicken of a man who could also kick his ass. They both made him nostalgic for something he didn’t remember, and that made him sad sometimes, but the two were always there to cheer him up.

Years passed, and Bruce’s life moved on. He settled well into his new name, mourned his parents when the eventually passed, celebrated his wedding with the redhead, and grieved when the last of their trio fell out of touch. He had a daughter, and then a son! They were both so smart, even if they didn’t share the same passion he had for exploring the science behind the afterlife. (Something about the dead just itched his brain in an infuriating way, and Bruce wasn’t one to let sleeping dogs lie. He just had to find out why he was so obsessed with this stuff!)

Eventually, his and his wife’s research yielded results, and that’s when bits of Bruce’s former life started coming back to him. After the portal opened, he spent his days with his head in a fog, oblivious to the world around him as he struggled to continue his work.

Why did he remember a boy named Dick? Who would name their child that? And Jason…who was Jason? That name always made him sad. There were more names, more faces, but none of them were his. He could never remember what his name was supposed to be. All he had was the one his adoptive parents gave him.

His wife was worried. His daughter was struggling. And his son…his son sometimes hurt to look at. Bruce didn’t know why. He knew he was being a terrible father, but something in him wanted to cry whenever he gazed at those clear blue eyes, just like his own. His son was too smart for his own good, and realized his dad had started avoiding him.

The day his son purposely left the room so Bruce could relax was one that hurt him even now.

Time kept passing, and Bruce was becoming anxious. His brain fog was as bad as its ever been. He had constant headaches, and his hands kept twitching for nonexistent tools on his belt. Something was going to happen. Something had happened. A voice in his head told him it was all his fault.

So in an attempt to clear his head and spend more time with his family, Bruce insisted they all go to dinner at the local diner. His son invited his friends. Even better! More people meant more distractions from his messed-up thoughts. He wouldn’t spiral with the kids around.

And then something exploded.

The last thing Bruce remembered was his son’s (green??) eyes widening in fear and horror as something yanked him violently backwards. He fell farther than expected, through a portal and a green sky full of black stars. A hand tightened on the back of his jumpsuit, hauling his giant body through another portal with a roar of a motorcycle.

And then…and then…and then what?

All of a sudden, Bruce was sprawled in some mud in the middle of a forest, dizzy and coughing from the explosion’s fumes. He’s singed all over, and his ears still rang from the force of the…what happened again?

Bruce sits up, and all of a sudden, he’s in the era of the pilgrims. His memory has been wiped clean, his new name and family forgotten thanks to the hands of time. His adventures through the time stream continue, with him assuming many different identities throughout many different decades.

The memories of being Jack Fenton don’t return to him until he’s back in 2004, once again in his own time and living as Bruce Wayne. A glowing green sticky note informs him that “The Nasty Burger Incident” had just occurred. His “other self” just had his ass dragged to another era, so the time loop would continue.

It also informed him that he had an orphaned son crying for him at Bruce’s own grave.

Well, his forgotten son (that sounded bad, even to him) was supposed to be about fourteen now, right? Bruce hopes he doesn’t have to fight anyone for custody.

#pondhead blurbs #danny phantom #dpxdc #writing prompt #‘Alfred get the Guy’ #‘you haven’t even left the house today’ #‘my dad senses are tingling and I may need to fistfight another billionaire so have the Other Guy on standby as well’ #Bruce becomes Jack Fenton #he went to college and literally built a life for himself at the same time ‘Bruce Wayne’ existed #‘Jack’ just never watched the news #clockwork had to make sure Danny existed so guess what! you’re the son of the bat happy birthday #the nasty burger incident happens but in the two seconds it took to kill everyone #Johnny 13 dragged his ass to another era #he was ordered to by clockwork #I have zero clue how old Bruce was during his timeline shenanigans and idk when it took place either #just work with me on this #please I am begging you #he only got his memories back when the time matches up with Jack Fenton’s ‘death’ #Danny loses his dad and then gets him back in the span of 24 hours but now his dad is a billionaire?? #well he gets to watch Bruce fistfight Vlad for custody and then stop him from killing clockwork #cause how DARE Clockwork just make him FORGET an entire family he had??? #morally grey clockwork #Danny is trying really hard not to become Dan and Bruce is trying really hard to explain this to his other kids #‘no this one is ACTUALLY mine’ #‘yes I know I was a teen in Europe when the wedding would have happened’ #again don’t know the dc timeline just work with me here #please don’t ask me to continue this I will cry #if someone else does I’d be happy to read it though :))

[tarrenterror25]

i have thots and nowhere to put them

#thinking about the old man again #Alfred Pennyworth #ulysses klaue #do i write a blurb? #let it simmer in my brain and consume me? #do i ask? #halp

[nephilim-tears]

𝓟𝓡𝓘𝓝𝓒𝓔𝓢𝓢 𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓣𝓗𝓔 𝓑𝓤𝓢𝓑𝓞𝓨

ᴀᴅʀɪᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Warnings: F! Reader, bat affiliated reader, menstruation, classism, food mention, Word count:1k.  ↳ Fluff:: Adri meets Alfred.  Browse my catalog?  You are responsible for the content you consume, as always read with care.

You lay motionless on the foreign mattress observing the ambiance of the small Airbnb, the barren room decked in its bare essentials completely doused in golden sunlight added a touch of softness to its otherwise desolate aura. 

Seafoam-like guilt washes up against your conscience waxing and waning on the surface, refusing to touch the footprint of shame left behind. An anniversary trip to New York had been your idea, you envisioned a sexy, fun, and adventurous weekend but alas, Mother Nature had other plans. 

“Oh good, my red panda is awake,” in strolls, your lover with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen; bad days from him are few and far in between. “Here, I packed these for you” His outstretched hands held a box of flex foam pads, Tylenol, and a miniature heating blanket which looked suspiciously like the one you have back at home. 

Your eyes scanned him perplexed, “How did you know to pack these? I didn’t remember to pack these.” 

“Our calendars are synced, I read all the notifications unlike some people” he smiles continuing,  “Besides, I always carry pads and Tylenol for you when we go out, just in case.” His casual tone made it sound like it was the most natural thing in the world. 

Like he didn’t just wordlessly declare he loved you down to the bones; down to your atoms, like he wasn’t looking at you like you’d just spun straws into gold — precious, miraculous, and priceless. 

It had been a year since you’d gotten together and he still managed to sweep you off your feet, strange as his charm was it could disarm you in seconds, “I’m sorry I ruined our trip.” You sniffle averting his gaze. 

True to his nature like the sentimental creature he was, he crouched down beside you, his hands immediately found your lower abdomen applying light pressure to the area, “Hush, you didn’t ruin anything. Now lay back and let me do what I’m good at — taking care of you.”

Adrian pours a glass of water and hands it over with a pill, then he plugs the heating blanket in and covers your torso with it. Contemplating the glazed look in your eyes for a second, “What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Alfred’s cupcakes,” you answered a little too quickly causing him to chuckle. 

Once he settled you in and was sure the meds had kicked in he had approximately five hours until you woke up. Enough time to make those cupcakes himself that was until he found himself blankly staring at the instructions and realized he didn’t know what made Alfred’s so special. 

Deciding this was indeed an emergency he scrolled through your emergency contacts which consisted of him at the top, Bruce, then Alfred. 

It’ll be a quick phone call totally not a big deal he thinks, he’ll ask for the recipe and be on his way. 

Much to Adrian’s surprise it was in fact not a quick phone call and Alfred invited him to the manor personally as soon as he explained the situation. 

He scribbled a quick goodbye note on the counter and subsequently grabbed his jacket and keys. 

Of all the Bats, his girl maintained that Alfred was the best among them. She revered the man as a grandfather so it’s imperative he made a good impression. 

The GPS guided him from the dingy, cluttered urban New York scene to Gotham, New Jersey. He drove up a hill past several affluent neighborhoods towards a secluded mansion hidden among acres of land that seemed to stretch on for miles surrounding the property.

To anyone else, the scene was picture-perfect, rustic, and serene; nothing to see beyond a billionaire’s love for his privacy and pine trees oversaturated in sunlight, however, Adrian was far from anyone else. 

Instinctively, he counted the security cameras disguised as birds randomly— no, strategically placed along the path, the animatronic movements gave them away, the birds were also not native to New Jersey. 

He tried piecing together what the security system might look like, or if there was a security system at all since it was a house of superheroes. Maybe if he tripped on an invisible cord close to the ground, all the bat kids would dramatically burst out of nowhere, guns blazing—metaphorically, of course, most of them did not use guns. 

At the center of the property, past four water fountains stood the isolated mansion, Adrian tugged his seat belt uncomfortably as he drove through the golden gates that opened without his request.

Sticking his hands inside his pockets, he could feel the rips and tears of the lining; he felt small and misplaced. If this house was a living organism, it would have jeered and stuck its nose up at his presence. 

Adrian knitted his eyebrows together trying his hardest to picture you as a child running throughout the mansion with a smile on your face. Were you allowed to play in the yard? Nothing about it seemed to suggest that a childhood had taken place here. 

Despite what was lacking, he couldn’t help but notice the abundance; it was a stark contrast to your living situation now—  with him. He pictured you as a young woman, elegant and sophisticated floating through the gardens. 

That was an image that painted itself clear as day, suddenly thought you growing up here didn’t seem far-fetched. He’s seen the way you effortlessly navigate the upper echelon, granted it was a means to an end on a mission but the point still stands; you belonged here. At the very least, he reasoned you’d be better off here; Bruce was a wealthy man and he was not. He could not provide what Bruce or his wealthy connections could, his stomach twisted into knots as he pictured you hanging off the arms of a comically stereotypical rich prick. 

Awkwardly he shuffled his feet together and contemplated leaving before he pondered on it, the decision was made for him. The doors swung open revealing a polished man in formal attire.

“Ah, there you are, Master Adrian.” A polite smile graced Alfred's soft features. 

The words circled Adrian’s head and weighed heavy on his chest suffocating him. 

It didn’t sound right to his ears, he wrinkled his nose and tensed his shoulders at the unearned— undeserving title, ‘Master Adrian.’ 

He wanted to correct Alfred to say: that he didn’t have a title, he wasn’t master of anything; his father walked out on their family and his mother worked three jobs to keep the lights on. In the same vein, they couldn’t afford to send him to college, so he didn’t entertain the idea; he wanted to say on occasions he had the same off-brand cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And that he exclusively wore his big brother’s hand-me-downs as a child and he still had some of his brother’s shirts in his closet.

Unbeknownst to Adrian, he didn’t need to say any of this, Alfred is fluent in many spoken languages, as well as the unspoken ones. 

Adrian didn't need words to express what his body was already saying; he said it with his eyes, he said it with the hesitation in his steps, and with the broadness of his squared shoulders. It was a look Alfred had seen before, on the gaggle of orphans that rotated through the oak doors of the Wayne manor; even the original orphan, Bruce.   

In his eyes, they were all born great, it’s the weight of greatness thrust upon them that keeps them anchored at the front door.  Alfred rests a comforting hand on Adrian’s shoulders, “It’s alright son, you do belong here, Let me show you the kitchen, I’m well versed in what our young miss enjoys.” 

Massive quantities of eggs, flour, milk, butter, vanilla, sugar, and baking powder are organized neatly on the marble kitchen island. Adrian’s request was to curb his girl’s cravings but it seems Alfred had plans to feed King Arthur and his knights should they stop by for dinner. 

“I can’t feed one without feeding them all,” Alfred sighs reading Adrian’s timid expression once more. 

Adrian rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and began following Alfred’s lead. His pink tongue caught between his lips in concentration as his keen eyes memorized every detail of the recipe.  

Under Alfred’s influence, the mixing and baking went on without a hitch and much to his amusement Adrian insisted on washing the dishes, all of them; tenderhearted, he watched the scene unfold and decided he liked the boy. Adrian is preceptive and selfless, hallmarks of excellent lovers, he thought that the moment he answered the phone, but seeing him up close further confirmed it. 

The cupcakes were golden and frosted to perfection, immaculately arranged in a glass Tupperware that Adrian held securely in his arms. He traced the engraved Wayne's crest on the lid and smiled, his pragmatic mission had taken a romantic turn, he was delivering a love letter to you. 

“I smell cupcakes.” Someone strolled into the kitchen, Adrian knew that voice, Damian. 

Damian’s smirk grew to a mischievous devilish grin when he locked eyes with Adrian. He lifted his palm in the air and high-fived him,  gleefully grumbling something inaudible, Alfred quirked an inquisitive brow at the odd interaction. Damian was standoffish with most people, strangers in particular. 

Three hours after he arrived, Alfred escorted Adrian to the door, and sent him off with a kind and genuine open invitation, “You’re welcome to visit anytime you like, son.” 

Adrian pulled him in for a hug, you weren’t kidding when you said Alfred was the best amongst the bats, he might be one of Adrian’s favorite people ever. Tears welled in his eyes, he’s overwhelmed by the hospitality shown by your paternal figure, he didn’t realize how much he missed the closeness of family. 

After he left, Alfred turned to Damian, “The young miss is in good hands, don’t you think?” 

Damian did not verbally affirm his stance but he couldn’t hide the small smile that etched itself onto his face. 

“Master Wayne, have you been previously acquainted with Master Chase?” 

“Yeah,” Damian bits into his cupcakes, “I visited them.” 

“I see,” Alfred connects the dots, eyeing Damian suspiciously “And did your visit happen to involve a missing dolphin from the Evergreen aquarium?” 

The unwavering smirk on Damian’s face spoke volumes. 

Alfred pinched the bridge of his nose, “What did you even do with it?” 

Damian shrugged casually, “Have you ever seen Free Willy?”

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x y/n #reader insert #adrian chase blurb #peacemaker #dc #vigilante x reader #vigilante imagine #vigilante x y/n #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne

[jaybirbie]

DP x DC

That wonder woman issue got me thinking that Damian would be a great Dad. So have this.

He had failed, he could still hear Alfreds last words, the sounds he had made as he was killed. How quickly he had lost practically everything.

He had never seen his Father give up before.

Never thought Drakes sacrifice would wound him that deep.

Never seen Jon that angry.

It was all his fault, his own stupid Pride had set motion to a catastrophic future.

So when that old man shaped being had appeared and told him he could have a chance to fix things.

He took it without hesitation.

Damian knew he'd have to pay that strange creature back one day. For his family, he would pay any price.

But being summoned one day to a floating clock tower and being handed an infant , an infant who was to become the king of the Realms no less. It wasn't what Damian had expected.

He'd have to figure out how to explain this to his family, to Jon. The apparent master of time had given him 3 rules.

1) Protect Danny at all costs.

2) Nurture his core (emotionally bonded)

3) Don't tell anyone who/what Danny is or what had happened.

Standing in a summer field under the stars (he swore it was late autumn when he left ) holding a squirming bundle.Damian took a breath in and projected calming feelings to the blue eyed infant in his arms. Jon would be on the way, surely having heard his heartbeat.

He looked down at his son and smiled, he had no idea what he was gonna tell everyone.

But he'd already proved he'd do anything for his Family.

He'd do the impossible for his son.

Yeah, just a blurb. Feel free to add or use

Damian just has to Gaslight, Ghostkeep, Girlboss his way through raising the most powerful entity in the world. No big deal.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #damian wayne #danny fenton #jondami #damijon #accidental child acquisition #clockwork

[arkhamknightz]

LACY

pairing: dick grayson x reader (blurb)

summary: his new “girlfriend” is too perfect to hate

warnings: no actual plot really, jealous!reader, platonic damian x reader, shitty writing, built around lacy by olivia rodrigo

notes: i wasnt sure whether i should write this for jason or not but it fit dick so well… anywho this is more kinda focused on lacy and less about dick himself, as its how the songs written so! also this is short sorry i just needed to post something

No matter how hard you tried, you simply couldn’t come up with a reason to hate her. Everything about her was angelic, it wasnt hard to see why Dick liked her so much.

You watched as Dick and Lacy walked into the charity gala that Bruce was hosting. She smiled brightly at you as your eyes met with hers, confidence radiating off of her as she walked over to you before greeting you and pulling you into a hug. You looked over her shoulder to see Dick walking towards the both of you, a grin plastered on his face.

“I didn’t think you were coming!” He smiled watching the both of you before wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing her head as he looked at you. “Who’d you come with?” he tilts his head in question.

You laughed and shook your head. “Nobody, I actually came to keep Damian company, we both know how much he hates these things and I promised I would come the next time Bruce hosted so we could sneak out and grab some actual food.”

Dick smiled as you took a glance over your shoulder at Damian, who had a glare plastered on his face as he looked around the gala. You turned back to face them just in time to see Dick being dragged off by Lacy to one of the mini tables to grab some food, a bright shade of pink painted on both of their faces. Her perfume lingered in the air as they left you alone. They were staring at eachother, smiling and giggling as they spoke in whispers to each other.

You saw nothing but her the whole night. Everywhere you seemed to turn, her and Dick were huddled together quietly talking, her arm looped through his. It wasn’t long before you felt a small tap on your arm, Damian quietly spoke. “Are you just going to sit and stare at them the whole time? I would like to leave now.” You turned around to look at him and smiled before letting out a small laugh. “Alright buddy let’s go.”

You and Damian sat in your car, his hand tapping on the side of the passenger door. “Are you and Richard having… problems?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Damian spoke up. “I mean, you spent the whole time staring. I’d assume theres an issue between the both of you.”

You shook your head. “Nothing’s wrong with me and Dick.” His face scrunched up. “You’re lying.” You turned into the parking lot of a fast food place. “It’s… complicated. It’s just, I can’t dislike her Damian. She’s so incredibly nice and she always compliments me when she sees me and she always makes sure to text every other day just to check in!” He shook his head. “I don’t see why you need a reason to dislike her. I personally dislike whoever I want.”

You let out a laugh, Damian trying to surpress a smile as you doubled over in your seat. “Oh god, I wish that’s how it worked buddy I really do. But she doesn’t deserve that you know? I can’t just hate her because she’s with Dick. I mean come on shes absolutely perfect for him…” He let out a quiet hum. “Well, I’m sure I could get Timothy to dig something up about her.”

You lightly shoved his shoulder laughing. “As much as I appreciate the effort, it won’t change anything. Let’s just grab our food and our ice cream and head back to the manor alright?”

Dick and Lacy walked into the manor, you and Damian were sat in the main living room, Alfred the Cat laid on your leg. “Oh hey!” Lacy smiled at both you and Damian, the boy shooting her a glare. “Mind if we join you guys?” Dick spoke up, his jacket draped over her shoulders. “Yes actually, I do mind.” Damian spoke up before reaching down to pet the cat.

You looked over at them, a small shrug of your shoulders before looking back at Damian and pressing play on the TV. You looked back at Dick as you watched him walk down the hall, Lacy’s hand intertwined with his. A small pit formed in your stomach, oh how you wish that could’ve been you.

Damian quietly spoke up. “I don’t see why you like Richard of all people, because he’s definitely not the smartest.” You furrowed your brows. “What’s that mean?” He let out a small chuckle. “His shirt was inside out the whole night.”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #young justice #teen titans #titans #lacy olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo songfic #nightwing x reader #nightwing #robin x reader #robin #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne x platonic reader #damian wayne

[brightjimini]

Caught making out

Bruce Wayne x reader

Blurb

A/N: omg yes you are seeing this right. I WROTE AGAIN. Literally almost a year ago but. I slowly want to write again. After seeing Blue beetle and my battinson obsession coming back. I felt inspired. Hope my writing has gotten better. Enjoy.

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The uncomfortable feeling of the side of the table against your thighs was easily ignored. Warm big hands ran over your back. Lips pressed against yours. His light stubble scratching your face slightly. 

“Bruce” You tried to mumble against his lips. Tried. 

Because the moment you went down to his cave after you had woken up to a cold bed, you had gone downstairs to see what he was doing. Clearly, he was trying to make that up in some type of way. Seeing him shirtless, tinkering with some new gadget for his suit, warmed your heart when you came down to the basement. And before you knew it he had you on the table kissing you like it was his last day on earth. You had wanted to warn him. You knew Alfred was always up when Bruce was awake. But the fear of getting caught by Alfred disappeared from your mind the moment one of his hands went under your shirt. 

Shivering, you pulled lightly at his soft hair that was between your fingers. He groaned and pressed his body even closer against yours. The kisses became more passionate. You could hear something, but it did not register fully. 

A loud cough broke the spell between you and Bruce. You both pulled away with a gasp. Eyes widening like a deer caught in headlights. Cheeks heating up. His hand disappeared from underneath your shirt. Bruce's broad shoulders blocked Alfred's figure, but you did not need to see him to hear the humor in his voice, but also reminding you of a father that caught his son. 

“Breakfast is ready, Master Bruce.” You did not know how you were going to face him again.

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More to come

#bruce x reader #bruce imagine #bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #batman imagine #the batman imagine #batman x reader #the batman #battinson x reader #batman #the batman 2022 #dc #dc x reader #dcmultiverse #dc imagine

[notwonderlandsworld]

That's Just Creepy (Batkid blurb)

I just thought of this random blurb after seein and I thought it was a funny idea to write about. Also yes I am alive somehow.

reader's gender neutral/race not identified*

*SPECIAL NOTE: all of my child fics/daughter/son/sibling fics will be with an adopted reader and not a biological one. Biological would mean that half of these parents/couples would be mixed, so no I won’t be doing biological. Especially when it comes to predominantly white characters*

pairing(s): Bruce Wayne/Batman x Child!Reader

warning(s): I don't even know lol, father and child moment that I thought was funny, now looking back it though I'm kind of regretting it.

Proofread: hell no

They all sat at the table, a rare occurrence within the family.

Dick sat next to Jason, talking the younger sibling’s ear off, despite them protesting how much they “didn’t care” about the oldest and his adventures.

Duke watched Jason slowly unfold, amused but also scooting a bit away from the white streaked man. He did not want to be a target of whatever Jason was about to do next.

Damian and Tim sat next to one another on opposite sides of their older family. were They would usually wind up next to each other, but were moved after starting an argument, ending with Cassandra being moved between the two (per Alfred's request).

As the boy was forced to switch spots, you remained next to Bruce. He was too busy focused on settling the family down that he didn't seem to hear your question.

Sighing, you poked at Damian, who had taken Cassandra's place and now glared over. He smacked the arm 'assaulting' him, earning an 'ow' from you.

"What?" he asked, bothered at the fact his dinner was being disrupted by the youngest, adopted, Wayne. Shrugging at the boy, you calmly stated, "I just have a question..."

Rolling his eyes, Damian picked up his fork to focus back on his food, "I don't care. Leave me alone and stop—"

"When can I marry someone?"

The entire table got quiet. Spoons and knives were put down, staring wide-eyed at the smallest Wayne. Dick stopped his speaking and turned to look at the youngest sibling. Even Duke had paused from holding back Jason, who had also stopped his planned attack on Dick.

Bruce slowly turned to face his youngest. No. It couldn't Now fully turned to them, the child's smile radiated nothing but pure innocence. Happy to have their father's attention being one reason, and now that they might get their question answered.

However, they quickly noticed all the siblings attention as well, making the child's smile into a straight line. Picking their fingers seemed like an interesting concept to the youngest suddenly.

It was Alfred who broke the awkward silence. Clearing his throat, he asked calmly, "What would be the reason for such a question, Mx. (Y/N)?" Bruce thanked whatever heavens there were that the butler stepped in. The man was still in shock and wouldn't know how to even respond to his child.

Meanwhile said child merely shrugged, not noticing the tiny blush that had settled across their cheeks. The silence grew louder, waiting for them to further elaborate. Picking up the fork and poking at a potato, they managed to mumble something out.

"Jus' curious is all..."

"Why?"

You turned to face the person who asked you again. It was Damian. Answering the same with a shrug, "I-I said I was jus' wondering is all—" The boy didn't seem satisfied with the response. Just as he was about to demand you tell him more, Duke interrupted.

"...Where'd um...did this sudden interest peak, (Y/N)?" he asked cautiously. Everyone's attention was still on the small child, who sheepishly scratched their arm in embarrassment. "Well...you see, there's this kid at school and..."

Everyone flinched and stared at Jason, who had now stood up with his palms flat against the table, eyes set in a hard stare. Alfred was about to scold the man when the Dick and Tim stood up as well.

Cue everyone shouting at the same time. You couldn't even decipher who's voice was who. Feeling overwhelmed, no one noticed the small child leave the table from arguing back and forth on what they were going to do about it.

"I'll hack into (Y/N)'s school files. From there we'll figure out the name of all the students, and which one's our sibling is friends with, then we'll—"

"That's just creepy."

"Don't be a creep, Drake. What we need to do is wait for (Y/n) after school, seek the child and—"

"Oh, so that doesn't sound creepier?"

"Look we just gotta find the munchkin and tell em' to keep away from (Y/N)."

Duke rubbed his temple while Cassandra watched on amused. "Guys, I'm sure it's not that serious. It's just a childish crush—" Jason cut him off, "Childish crush? Our sibling already asked us when they could marry the fucker!"

Duke knew he was poking a bear, but he didn't care. "They didn't even mention anything about—"

"What the fuck else could they have meant?!"

Cassandra almost spit out her drink from laughing.

It was Alfred and Bruce who noticed your lack of presence. Standing up to follow, Bruce left the rest of his children to bicker. Motioning a gesture to Alfred, he received a nod as well as a mouthed 'go' from the butler. He knew the older man would be able to handle the group.

Arriving at the youngest's bedroom, Bruce knocked a few times before slowly opening the door, "(Y/N)?" he spoke quietly.

Peeking inside, he saw them huddling next to a pile of stuffed animals in the corner, almost blending in with the stuffed characters. The image made him chuckle before asking, "Can I come in?"

The child grumbled a small, "Yeah..."

Bruce smiled softly before sitting down on the bed. He dwarfed it in size, which would make anyone hold in a laugh at the sight before them.

Picking up the banana plushie on ground (you had begged Jason to win it for you at a carnival), he played around with it before motioning to his youngest, patting a free area next to him, or at least what space was left.

Escaping the pile of stuffed animals, his child now sat next to him. Laying a hand on their shoulder, Bruce asked, "What was that about, (Y/N)?"

They looked away from their father, embarrassed. He looked on and waited patiently. The small child huffed and slowly turned around. Bruce thought of what might even be the right thing to say in this situation.

"Do you like someone?"

The youngest Wayne turned and shot him a look of disgust with their wide eyes, "Gross! No!"

Their father blinked, now confused. "But...but I thought because you. What?"

"I don't like anyone!"

"Then...why did you ask—"

"I..." they took a small breath before continuing, "I was asking because something happened at school." Bruce couldn't even think of any possible scenarios. Not interrupting, he let them continue on.

"—and then since we were playing 'house .my friends needed a 'mom' and a 'dad'. So we got married to continue playing. But I told my friend I wasn't old enough so then..." Bruce wanted to slap himself at what he was hearing.

Rubbing his temples, he struggled to form a sentence. "So...you married someone at recess?"

"Technically lunch time."

"Right..."

Scooting closer to their father, they asked, "Are you mad at me?" Bruce answered simply by kissing their child's head followed by a hug.

This literally makes no sense and is so stupid lol. IDK why i even posted this LMAO

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[possibly-not-a-ghost]

I've been thinking about your fake cryptids real ghosts thing nonstop, rent free in my head. That's all

All according to plan! Here's another blurb because everyone in this fandom is a gift.

So, I for one can totally see the Batfamily trying to find out where Danny set up is Haunt in Gotham because Dead Ghost Child and the implications of their first meeting. Actually, let's talk about their first meeting because it's related.

Danny bringing gifts to the biggest shrine to declare his arrival. He brings Robin a cool knife he found in the GZ (Or maybe it was a gift who knows.) Point is, it's a spooky knife, and like...nice postcard of sunrises, blue skies and other Pretty places because man, the Bats don't ever leave Gotham and aren't seen in daylight hours what if they miss it or haven't seen it and some homemade (slightly ectro-contaminated cause it was made in the GZ) Bat-themed cookies. No one Knows they're bat-themed until Danny explains. (They look like those sad misshapen spider-man ice cream cones but god did Danny and Jazz Try and intentions are what matter here.)

They meet, Danny throws them into existential crisis' because Ghosts and of course they're trying to find him so they can (adopt him, make sure he's okay, ask what who's hunting him cause WHAT) And instead of the usual shenanigans of them meeting Danny as human or Phantom, the only one to ever meet Danny is Alfred.

Danny who got help from a really nice British guy when he was trying to figure out what to give as offerings to the Bats and might've been having a small crisis because 'what if they don't let us stay and we have to go to somewhere like eugh Metropolis.' and ends up latching onto the first Nice Adult he meets during said crisis.

Danny & Jazz who just so happen to bump into the the Nice Adult while grocery shopping (Alfred who has a schedule for the family shopping and Jazz who always says having a set routine is Healthy.) and the two keep trying to politely ask how to adult and do cooking because let's be real. While Jazz has done her best to feed herself and Danny a better diet the Fenton kitchen was a disaster zone and there's only so much you can do when you're food keeps trying to attack you. There's much more to your food than striking it back down after all.

Also here's another meme.

#dp x dc #fake cryptid batfam #fake cryptids real ghosts au #danny phantom #there's so many ways you could go. I am an angst machime but I am just in a silly goofy mood #I made the memes on my phone forgive the quality lmao #plus Alfred unknowingly helping out Danny pick out gifts for his family makes me smile #Jazz asks the BEST PERSON about hard to get out stains by pure accident because you can't convince me that ectoplasm is an easy clean #this got away from me a little whoops #but love for Alfred is forever #rook posts stuff #asks and answers