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daringyounggrayson · 1 year

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For the batfam bingo hallucination with Bruce and Dick with Dick having the hallucinations, thank you

thanks for sending the prompt, i hope you like it!

“Hey, did anyone know that Scarecrow broke out of Arkham?” Dick asks into his communicator as he pursues Scarecrow.

“There was no alert,” Bruce replies. “Oracle?”

“Looking into it.”

“Stay back!” Scarecrow screams.

Dick ignores him, closing in on the man. In response, Scarecrow throws something at Dick, and anticipating a release of fear toxin, Dick quickly pops a rebreather in his mouth just before the device explodes.

But instead of the green-tinted cloud Dick was expecting, a thick, goo-like substance splatters over his face.

“Ugh,” Dick groans in disgust around the rebreather. He wipes the goo off his face, noticing that his skin tingles slightly where the goo touched it. He grabs an evidence bag and scrapes some of the goo into it. Then he takes out his rebreather, popping the goo-covered device into another evidence bag. “Gross.”

He pauses to scan the area, and the second he spots Scarecrow again, Dick sprints to chase after him. He presses his communicator to update the others. “He’s been experimenting with something new. Some kind of goo, possibly a topical form of fear toxin.”

“You alright?” Tim asks.

“What’s your location?” Bruce asks.

“It got on my face, but I’m not noticing any effects yet. And I’m near the old high school. I’m guessing Scarecrow took over the science lab.”

Dick probably has about fifteen minutes before the hallucinations get bad—plenty of time to subdue Scarecrow. And there’s a chance he won’t even have any hallucinations; it wouldn’t be the first time one of Scarecrow’s new experiments turned out to be a dud.

Dick picks up his pace to catch up with Scarecrow and watches as he disappears into the high school.

“I’m following Scarecrow into the high school,” Dick reports, crawling in through the same window Scarecrow used about thirty seconds earlier. “I’ll let you know when I subdue him.

“Let us know if you have any symptoms,” Barbara reminds him.

“ETA eight minutes,” Bruce says.

Dick silently makes his way through the halls of the old high school, listening carefully for Scarecrow. He heads toward the science labs on the second floor, figuring that’s his best bet. He sneaks up the stairs and turns the corner toward the labs, and as he approaches the closest one, he hears quick footsteps from behind the closed door of the lab. There’s the distinct sound of clinking glass, too.

The footsteps get closer to the door, and Dick ducks down to stay out of sight. Scarecrow bursts through the door, hands filled with notebooks and a glass vial of thick green goo.

Dick charges at him, grabbing him by the shoulders and slamming him into the wall, making him drop the notebooks and vial.

Dick swiftly catches the vial before it can hit the ground. “You’re getting a little too easy to catch,” Dick says with a sigh. He reaches into his pocket and trades the vial for some handcuffs. He’s securing the handcuffs around Scarecrow’s shaking wrists when the smell of smoke reaches his nose.

Shit.

“What did you do?” He asks Scarecrow angrily, swinging him around to grab him by the front of his shirt.

The smell of smoke is getting stronger, and Dick can make out flames in his peripheral. Crane is probably trying to dispose of evidence, taking with him only what he needs to restart his lab elsewhere.

The smoke alarms aren’t going off, Dick notes, and given that the building has been more-or-less abandoned for a couple of years now, he’s not counting on them to start.

With a growl, Dick tugs Scarecrow and starts to march him out of the building. “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” he asks.

The question was rhetorical, but he’s still a little surprised by Scarecrow’s silence.

They’ve just made it to the stairwell when he hears a scream—multiple screams.

Shit.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been running experiments on people,” Dick snarls, tightening his grip. Dick gives Scarecrow a shove. “Get out of the building. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll wait outside until I evacuate everyone and can deal with you. If you make me chase after you again, you’ll regret it.”

And with that, Dick is running back toward the labs. Into his communicator, he says, “Scarecrow set the high school on fire. The smoke detectors and sprinkler systems are down. I had to let Scarecrow go so I can get the civilians out.”

“How many civilians?” Bruce asks.

“Don’t know for sure yet, at least three,” Dick says as he turns into the hallway, the walls of which are now completely covered in flames. “Oracle, can you contact the fire department? I can’t contain this.”

“Putting in the request now.”

Dick breaks into a coughing fit as the smoke assaults his lungs. He’s kicking himself for not having a backup rebreather, but there’s no way he’s going to use the one covered in Scarecrow’s goo. For all he knows it combusts when exposed to excessive heat.

He cautiously enters the science lab, calling out for the civilians. None of them answer him directly, but they continue screaming. He grabs the fire extinguisher from the classroom so he can have it on hand in case they’re trapped behind a flaming door.

“I’m going to get you guys out,” Dick promises, hoping they can hear him. The smoke makes his eyes sting, and soon tears are streaming down his cheeks. He coughs again, throat and chest feeling too tight. “If you can hear me, shout out where you are.”

No answer, just the sounds of their screams and the building starting to collapse on itself. Dick runs back into the hall to move deeper into the school, checking through the window of each classroom he passes.

“Can anyone”—Dick coughs and coughs and coughs—“Can anyone hear me?” Dick shouts, desperation and panic leaking into his voice as he moves through the smoky and eerily empty hallways. Where could they be? Has he already moved past them?

His heart is pounding. He feels dizzy.

Dick stumbles, dropping the fire extinguisher with a clang. He catches himself on a water fountain at the last second and stays there for a moment too long before pushing himself off of it and continuing down the hall. He’s sweating from the flame’s heat, and it’s getting hard to see through the smoke.

The civilians’ screams and call for help continue and grow louder and more desperate, but instead of helping Dick pinpoint where they’re being kept, they only further disorient him. Have they been moving? Did they separate from each other?

Dick is all too aware that if he can’t pull himself together and come up with a plan soon, he could get everyone in this building killed. But he’s gasping for breath between coughing fits at this point and the lack of oxygen is making it hard to think. Blackspots dance in front of his eyes and cover at least half of his vision. He can’t get any air.

He sinks to his knees

“Nightwing, respond!” Batman’s impatient voice crackles in his ear through the communicator. It sounds like he’s been trying to get Dick’s attention for a while, though Dick can’t recall him speaking before now.

“I can’t find them,” Dick gasps, unsure if his line is open, if anyone can hear him.

He’s lying on the ground now, though he’s not quite sure when that happened. He feels like he’s about to pass out as flames lick at his gloved fingertips.

People are screaming, dying, and Dick just lies in the hallway, gasping for oxygen.

“Nightwing!” The voice doesn’t come through the communicator this time.

Hands tug at his shoulders, forcing him upright.

“Nightwing, why haven’t you been answering your comm? Report.”

“Find the civilians,” Dick says, pushing against Bruce to try to get free. “Where are the firefighters?”

“There are no civilians,” Bruce tells him, shaking him slightly. “There’s no fire. You’re hallucinating.”

Dick shakes his head. “The building’s on fire.” He coughs, chokes on the smoke.

Bruce shakes him again, harder this time. “You were exposed to some type of fear toxin. Fight it.”

Dick can’t get enough air to answer. How is Bruce able to talk through this much smoke?

Between one choked gasp and the next, Bruce pulls Dick over his shoulder and lifts him into a fireman’s carry. Dick clings to consciousness as he’s run out of the building, but he doesn’t have enough air to protest, doesn’t have enough air to demand Bruce go back and look for the civilians.

“Nightwing!”

Dick makes out Tim’s voice, and he notes the flashing lights of police cars and fire trucks, he notes the firefighters standing around and doing absolutely nothing.

Dick is carried right past them and deposited in the Batmobile.

oOo

The old antidote, it turns out, doesn’t work very well on this new version of fear toxin. Bruce disappears to make a new one, taking Scarecrow’s notes, the vial of goo, Dick’s goo-filled evidence bags, and a sample of Dick’s blood with him. In the interim, Dick continues to hallucinate, this time convinced that the Batcave is on fire. Tim and Alfred stay with him and try to talk him down from his panic, but the results go from mixed to completely ineffective. At one point, the smoke inhalation feels so real that his body starts reacting accordingly. Alfred ends up having to put Dick on oxygen.

On top of that, Dick is allergic to the topical form of fear toxin, and an itchy rash breaks out over his face where the goo had touched him.

Dick finds himself dipping in and out of lucidness and swimming through various levels of panic, but eventually, Bruce is able to create a new antidote, and between that and the Benadryl for the allergic reaction, Dick’s back to normal in about two hours. It could’ve been a lot worse.

Still, Dick wishes it could’ve been a little less embarrassing.

“Were the firefighters mad?” Dick asks, voice hoarse from screaming.

Bruce pushes a water bottle at him. “No.”

“So they were totally cool with being dragged out there for nothing?” Dick asks, accepting the water bottle but not making any move to open it.

“They get false alarms all the time. It comes with the job.”

“All the time might be an exaggeration,” Dick points out.

“Hnn.” Bruce nods at the water. “Drink.”

Dick does.

Tim and Alfred have gone to bed, but Bruce is staying in cave with Dick so he can continue to monitor the new antidote. It’s part of their protocol to have a longer monitoring period for new antidotes so they can check for side effects and the like, and to make sure it doesn’t wear off. So far, it’s making Dick feel wired and jittery, like a ten-year-old who had way too much caffeinated soda at a party.

“But seriously—are they going to give Nightwing a hard time if I need to call in a fire?”

“No. They’re all familiar with the effects of fear toxin.”

Dick nods, because of course they are. First responders in Gotham kind of have to be.

“But if they do, they’ll have to answer to Batman.”

Dick can’t hold back his laugh. Bruce shoots him a look, but Dick just shakes his head in amusement.

“At least we managed to catch Scarecrow before he started distributing this stuff,” Dick says.

Bruce grunts in agreement.

Dick drinks some more of his water, mindful of how his hands still shake ever so slightly.

“I . . .” Bruce starts, stops. “How long has this been an issue?”

“How long has what been an issue?” Dick asks, capping the water bottle.

“Your fear of fire.”

Dick stiffens. “I’m not afraid of fire.”

“Dick, fear toxin doesn’t create fears for you.”

“Yeah, but it can exaggerate them,” Dick counters. “Are you seriously mad at me for reacting to fear toxin?”

“I’m not mad.”

“Then what is this?”

“After we got you back to the cave, Tim mentioned that you’ve frozen before, when you two were caught in a fire.”

Dick closes his eyes, exhales slowly. Tim.

“We’re around fires a lot in this line of work. If you freeze, it could get you killed. You need to get this under control.”

Dick opens his eyes. “It is under control.” Does he still avoid bonfires? Sure. But that’s just a preference. He can and does run into burning buildings when the need arises.

Bruce doesn’t say anything, doesn’t make a sound. But it’s clear that the silence is Bruce’s way of disagreeing with Dick, questioning him.

“We don’t have to talk about this,” Dick insists. “What happened with Tim was just a fluke, and not to mention forever ago. You’ve seen me handle fires since then. I’m good now.”

“I’m not so sure.”

“Well, I am,” Dick says. “It was fear toxin taking advantage of bad memories. That’s it. Now unless there’s anything else about me that you’d like to psychoanalyze, I’m going to take a shower.”

Dick hops off of the medical cot and stalks off toward the showers. Bruce lets him go.

And if Dick spends the next week losing sleep over nightmares about the circus and his old apartment building burning down, that’s no one’s business but his own. Because Dick is more than capable of handling this—and he will, he is.

#dick grayson #nightwing #one more prompt and then i'll be done with the bingo! and it only took me like three years 😅#elizabeth writes #batman bingo

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emo-batboy · 1 year

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A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 33 (Masterlist)

(Part 34)

@bruciemilf Do you have your bingo card, bestie?

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legallytimdrake · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Protective Bruce Wayne, Father-Son Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, The deaths are Jason and Bruce, Suicidal Thoughts, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Symbolism, Character Study, Hopeful Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

“Nothing matters,” Tim added quietly, glancing down to the grass that swayed nearly four stories below where they sat. Bruce’s heart jumped to his throat, but he didn’t let it show. Tim’s words were spoken with a bit too much finality to be something he’d only thought about while perched in those branches. Bruce couldn’t say it wasn’t something he’d expected, saying Jack Drake had barely been gone a total of two months. Death always brought about thoughts of mortality, and with their line of work? The impermanence of life wasn’t anything new to the residents of the Manor. Bruce couldn’t even say it wasn’t a thought he’d entertained a few dozen times in his life. Hell, he couldn’t even say it wasn’t a thought he’d entertained recently, but it was never one he’d actually tried to go through with. He understood his place in the world, the reason fate had chosen for him to live while so many of those around him didn’t. — There's a Sycamore tree in the backyard, planted generations ago yet somehow the glue that holds the manor together.

#batman bingo 2020 #batman bingo #my writing #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #dc #oneshot #batfam #batfamily

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dcxdpdabbles · 5 months

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Cave boy Danny AU where he's half asleep and rambling as he mentions some people back home like his exes (especially Valerie), his English teacher, this stalker of his who he likes messing with, and the annoying fruitloop who's the bane of his existence! They're concerned. Only once he's fully awake when they ask for names.

Lancer is Alfred, Talia is Val, maybe Paulina is Julie Madison but idk, Wes is Edward/The riddler (I'm pretty sure there was a time he had a reddish orange hair. Either way, he was the same model as Danny so maybe Wes dyed his hair to not be confused with the Fentons in this AU), and Vlad is Ra's!

Hello! This actually falls out of my planned plotline for Cave Boy, but I will write something for you that is close to the prompt to make up for it! Hope that's okay and that you like it

Flash sends them a message sometime in the early afternoon before any of the Bats are ready to go out. In fact, Damian, Duke, Steph, and Jason are in class when his message arrives.

Bruce, Dick, Tim, Cass, and Barbara are at work. As the Flash is one of the few who knows what the Batfamily is doing during these hours, it is rare for him to bother at this hour. He would have usually waited until after five as that was when a majority of them became available.

They all quickly check their phones when they vibrate to ensure it's not a world-ending threat, just in case.

Since the messages would be sent to their civilian phones- anyone in the know of the Bat's real identity chooses to text in a very specific code. This way, no one would know what they were saying, and the Bats would realize they were speaking to who they thought they were.

Barry Allen chose Disney theme GIFs as his code.

A gif of Mulan singing Reflections lets them all know that somehow, the speedster has again opened a portal into a different dimension and/or mess with time.

"Why is my reflection someone I don't know?" meant "A double of one of you has crossed over from a different dimension and/or timeline"

This causes a brief ripple of anxiety. The last time someone had a double, it was Tim, and his future version of himself was crazy, evil, and surprisingly capable. It took Tim almost ending his life to beat the guy.

Thankfully, the second GIF comes through seconds later. This one is Mulan's Honor To Us All.

"Please bring honor to us all" meant "The double is friendly."

The last Gif was from Lion King, Timon cheerfully singing Hakuna Matata. "It means no worries for the rest of your days" meant "Sorry for the trouble."

Those in class return to their various lessons, but Tim quickly responds, "I love that movie! We should watch Mulan again the next time I see you, Uncle Barry!"

This means, "We will meet the double tonight."

The rest of the day drags on as they all slowly start to make bets on who the double would be for. They all agree that Cass is long overdue to face herself again. Still, Dick makes the complying argument that Duke needed to have his first "My counterpart from another dimensional/ Timal plane" moment.

They all actively hope Duke can clear another block on his Bat-bingo card. He gets two more and a complimentary tray of any of his favorite Alfred's desserts.

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That night, they all meet up in the watch tower, each clutching their bingo card just in case. (The game resets every month, and so far, Jason has written down the most accurate predictions. He needed two more squares for a cooking lesson of his favorite meal, and he was out for blood)

They all silently go to the conference room, where Barry entertains the guests. Apparently, they were trying to find discrepancies in their world's history and the double's life to help find which world they came from and send them back.

They were being shown the main rouges to test the timeframe.

"Is that Wes!?" A young male teenager yells. Sadly, Steph swears, staring at her "A new Batgirl from a different world" box.

"We call him Edward when he's not in his costume. Otherwise, his name is the Riddler." Barry answers, amusement clear in his voice.

"Riddler? How is Riddler menacing? What does he tell you, riddles of death or something?"

"You be surprised......."

Bruce gets to the door, pushing it open with a quick flick of the wrist, and inside is Barry sitting at the conference table next to a boy with dark hair and blue eyes. In front of them is a hologram showcasing the Gotham Rouge files.

There are papers and pencils scattered on the table. Likely, they have been writing down notes of the differences they have spotted.

Barry's eyes flicker to them, but the boy is too distracted to count on his fingers.

"Okay, so Wes is Riddler, Val is Talia, Fruitloop is Ra's, Sckuller is Bane, and ugh....for some reason, Spectra is Harley Quinn." The boy finishes checking his notes.

"For some reason? I thought you said Spectra studied psychology too."

"yeah, but Harley Quinn actually got a Ph.D. What did Spectra do? Land a school counselor position? Please." The boy rolls his eyes dismissively, and Barry frowns.

He's never taken kindly to people disregarding another person's profession, especially if it was connected to the educational system in some way.

"Hey now, that's an important job, and you need years of study before you can be a school counselor-"

"I bet Spectra peaked in high school. That's why she's like that." The boy cut him off, nodding as though he had found the universe's answer.

Well.....this was either a version of Jason, Tim, or maybe early Dick, that was a little too sassy but not angry? It's not sad either; it's more like, fed up? Or teenage tired.

"Oh, who are they?" The boy asks, and Barry zips right next to Batman.

"Danny, meet Batman...the you of this world. And his kids."

Danny squints. "Who is your mom, and how easy am I? Because there is a lot of you that I fathered for me to not be easy."

Jason burst out laughing, checking a box. "Yes, someone calling Bruce easy in costume. That's on bingo for me!"

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Double Vision #Basically Danny is not impressed #All his villains are villains here too #That Batkids play Batman bingo #It's bonding so Bruce lets them

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evaningotham · 3 months

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the batfam as things that happened at drag bingo tonight

bruce: wins twice in a row and half the crowd voted to kick him out

steph: wins and chooses a shirt that reads “bingo makes me horny” as his prize

duke: is the 4 1/2 year old who was chosen to read off numbers

jason: throws crumpled up bingo sheet right in a winners face

tim: thinks he won but was wrong and got sent back to his seat as everyone boo’ed

alfred: was the food network star who happened to be there

cass: “you are the first winner we’ve had who looked like they absolutely hated doing the winner run and we love that about you”

dick: the announcers misheard his name five times

steph: is the disco ball in the bathroom

#im still tipsy from drag bingo #steph cass and dick were all me #then my roommate stole my shirt #batfam #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #dc comics #batman #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #tim drake #alfred pennyworth #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #bruce wayne #duke thomas

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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“I stay right here” with Bruce x wife 🫣

“The restraints,” Bruce voiced his concerns in a strained voice. “They’re hurting her.”

The crease that appeared between Alfred’s eyes revealed the strain that he had tried to hide. His lips pursed and he nodded quickly.

“Yes, sir. It’s necessary, unfortunately. The fear gas is making her lash out and she could hurt herself.”

You attended a meeting in his stead, waving off questions about Bruce Wayne’s whereabouts with a smile and a reminder that he had been seen partying late last night at one of Gotham’s top clubs. In reality, he was seated in the cave all day watching the tracker he placed on one of Scarecrow’s vans dart all around the city. By the time he realized where their final location was headed, it was too late. The gas was pumped into the vents of the room you were in, not Wayne Enterprises because he thought of these things of course, and now you were laid out on a cot in the cave with the antidote slowly pumping through your veins.

It would take two hours, maybe three, before the antidote fully cleared your mind. You were in the throes of horrid nightmares and visions, begging sobs and panted wails escaping your lips. You thrashed against the restraints that dug into your skin and he couldn’t just stand here anymore and watch. Bruce pushed away from the desk and strode to your side. He yanked the restraints off and smoothed his thumb over the abrasions on your skin.

“Shh, shh. I’ve got you,” he whispered into your ear. He slid under the thin cotton sheets of the medical bed and pressed your hot, tear-stained face against the skin of his neck.

“Bruce,” you whimpered as you convulsed and curled into him.

“I’m here.”

His fingers brushed against the metal band you wore on your left hand and he pressed his own against it, a silent brand against his mind as he remembered his vows. In sickness and in health.

“Don’t leave me,” you begged.

“I won’t. I’ll stay right here. As long as you need.”

He broke a lot of promises. He missed date nights and worked odd hours and you went to bed alone every night. He forgot meetings and let you handle the day to day things while he took on the sins of a city. He was a shit husband. You were the perfect wife.

But this was a promise he wasn’t going to break. Even if you needed him until the sun began to crest and start its ascent, he would stay. Even if the city was on fire, he would stay. Even if the world was imploding, he would stay.

In sickness and in health, he had promised. He wouldn’t break that vow.

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagine #bruce wayne #batman x reader #batman imagine #honey's 3k celebration #his poor meow meowness and pathetic being has bewitched me #we're down to two bingo requests to write #ha i told you they'd be done this week

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junimo-hexed · 3 months

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First square of my DC obscure character bingo! I decided to make my own amalgam styled character by merging Lonnie Machin and Peter Parker. This is my 4th design attempt and in my mind what would be Lonnie’s first spider suit.

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 2 months

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Why did it take me watching the 1966 Batman show to learn that Dick has an aunt?

Actually, no, objectively I knew he had other relatives, but that fact never really registered?

And now I've fallen into a rabbit hole...

Did you know that her comic counterpart, introduced in 1964, was introduced after Alfred died when he saved Batman and Robin from a falling boulder and essentially took his role?

And when she found the Batcave, she smeared pitch onto all the exit routes of the Batcave, because Bruce and Dick tried to trick her into thinking that they aren't Batman and Robin.

They used a hydrofoil attachment to get over it.

So they go out for partrol to catch the latest villain.

You'll never guess who it is.

It's Cluemaster. Fucking Cluemaster.

He painted a special chemical onto the BatTires so he could locate them but the tracks just stopped at some point.

Bruce and Dick thought they outplayed Dick's Aunt Harriet.

#wild times in comic history #never did I expect to see the name cluemaster when starting this little research #pre crisis #dc #dc comics #batman #batman comics #batman and robin #batman 1966 #dick grayson #bruce wayne #robin #aunt harriet #cluemaster #dc comic #arthur brown #Bruce and Dick gaslighting Dick's Aunt and Steph's dad's evil scheme mistaken as Harriet's attempt to collect proof #I did not have that on my bingo card #alfred pennyworth

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tanglepelt · 1 year

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Dc x dp idea 21

Danny reveals phantom to his parents. They seemingly take it well. Life continues as normal. They don’t hunt phantom but still going after other ghost.

Slowly things start to change. His parents ask him to do things for them. Like let them take his blood or do some seemingly harmless test. All under the claim that it’s for Danny’s best interest. To make speciality medicine and what not.

The Fenton parents get more and more deadly with other ghosts. Weapons are more effective their containing cells fully work. Danny is just happy there not hunting him and ghost are out less.

It’s only when they hurt a ghost to the point it goes into his core it’s a problem.

Danny can’t just chuck the core into the ghost zone and call it good. Some ghost could absorb it to make themselves stronger or something.

So Danny ditches his screaming parents takes the core and goes. He leaves unaware of his parents plans for him and the core.

The minute he leaves amity Constantine and any magic users can feel the presence of the infinite realm. 2 of them 1 extremely injured.

Danny ends up in Gotham cause there is ectoplasm there. That way the core can heal quicker.

There is a hunt for Danny and he doesn’t realize it. Both his parents and the JLD. One to help the other to hurt.

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glitch-in-space · 1 year

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Title: Amity Park: Untold Horrors

Fandom(s): Danny Phantom; Batman - All Media Types

Relationships, Characters: Danny & Sam & Tucker; Tim Drake-Wayne & Danny Fenton (but in a one-sided character & fan way)

Warnings: Gothic horror; found footage; analog horror; spooky vibes; eldritch danny

Summary: Tim clicked the link out of curiosity, figuring he could give up ten minutes of his life to find out what was so interesting about 'Amity Park: A Brief History – Fenton's Final Project' that it had attracted over a million views in just one week. He had no idea of the research rabbit hole he was about to fall down. /// It started with an innocent school project, a video presentation posted online for ease of access. Danny had no idea it would lead him here...

Inspired by: this post by @stealingyourbones (sorry if you didn’t want the tag!)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43728996

For the ‘free space’ of this bingo card:

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timdrakeismypatronus · 10 days

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@badthingshappenbingo fic #5!

Prompt: Kneecapping

Fandom: Batman

Rating: T

TW: None

Summary: "The mercenary had caught him by surprise. One minute Dick had been patrolling, and the next… well, Slade had done what he did best: ruin Dick’s night."

OR Slade is hired to keep Dick "occupied." It, unsurprisingly, ends poorly.

#bad things happen bingo #batfamily #batfam #batman #dick grayson #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #vampire dick grayson

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daringyounggrayson · 9 months

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and here it is at long last, the very last Batman Bingo prompt! thank you @amararae12 for the prompt request, and thank you to @minnow-doodle-doo for the beta!

i hope you enjoy the fic!

When Dick was fifteen, he, Roy, and Donna went sledding together.

Gotham had been hit by a huge snowstorm the night before, leaving the city covered in a good two feet of snow. He was texting in one of the Teen Titans group chats while running some analyses in the Batcave, and somehow, they ended up talking about happy childhood winter memories. Dick doesn’t remember who had brought up sledding, but soon, he was racing upstairs to ask Alfred if Donna and Roy—the only two who were available—could come over.

Alfred, always one to encourage socializing with his peers outside of crime-fighting, had said yes.

The three of them sled down the hills at the back of the Wayne property all afternoon. They hadn’t stopped until Dick’s sled hit a patch of ice that sent him crashing through an ice-covered pond.

He doesn’t remember being under the frigid water long, but he got a case of mild hypothermia out of it anyway—and later, he would learn, an ear infection. As annoying as the incident was, he wasn’t unaccustomed to going for dips in cold bodies of water and coming out with hypothermia. And all things considered, that time around wasn’t so bad. No one yelled at him or blamed him for the accident (well—not until a few days later when Bruce came back home from his League mission), and he got to watch movies with two of his best friends while drinking hot chocolate.

It was a fun afternoon, and it remains a nice memory.

Dick’s had hypothermia a few more times since then (one of the many hazards of his night job). He doesn’t always think of that afternoon when he gets hypothermia, but tonight he will. Maybe it’s because of the uncanny similarities between that time and the one that will happen in just a few minutes. Or maybe it’s because he misses Donna, and lately, everything reminds him of her.

oOo

Blüdhaven had been hit by a huge snowstorm the night before, leaving the city covered in a good two feet of snow. That doesn’t keep the criminals inside, though, so tonight, Nightwing finds himself chasing some would-be robbers through a park. A simple chase normally wouldn’t be a big deal, but Dick’s knee is acting up again, and it twinges every time he puts weight on it. When he passes an abandoned purple sled, he gets an idea.

He hops on the sled and zooms down the hill, quickly catching up with the crooks.

“Agh!” they both scream as Dick sleds past them.

Dick can’t help but laugh. He tilts to the slide slightly and is about to put his hand and foot out to stop the sled when suddenly he’s airborne.

His eyes go wide, and he quickly sucks in a mouthful of air just before the sled crashes through the ice and lands in a frigid pond. The water stings as it touches his skin, but thanks to his training, he’s able to mostly ignore it and keep his wits about him. He holds his breath as he swims back up to the surface, searching for the hole he came through. Dick feels bad about leaving some kid’s sled behind, but he can’t risk saving it right now.

He lifts himself out of the water and onto the ice, keeping himself flat against the ice to better distribute his body weight and prevent more ice from cracking underneath him.

Dick shivers violently as he scoots himself away from the hole and back toward land, embarrassment replacing his previous feelings of urgency. He thinks back to being fifteen when a similar sledding accident landed him in a pond, and he can’t believe it happened again. It also doesn’t help that there are two witnesses. These witnesses aren’t his friends like last time either, and it’s definitely not mild teasing he’s worried about; Nightwing’s reputation could be at risk if he doesn’t handle this properly.

He grits his chattering teeth and stands once he’s back on snow-covered grass, looking around and spotting the two robbers he was chasing.

The criminals, who had stopped to watch and laugh, exchange “oh shit” faces as Nightwing charges at them. It’s not ideal to be fighting while soaking wet in below-freezing temperatures, but at least he’s not thinking about his knee pain anymore.

He makes quick work of catching the two crooks. He ties them to a pole and calls it in, leaving their backpack of stolen goods next to them along with a note for the police.

With that, he calls his motorcycle and heads back to his apartment.

oOo

Dick stumbles in through his apartment window and nearly trips over his own feet on his way to the bathroom. He flicks on the light and looks in the mirror, noting that his skin is pale and there’s a bruise growing on his cheek. With a sigh, he prods at the bruise—he’ll need to remember to cover it up before going to work tomorrow unless he wants an interrogation from his coworkers.

He stops prodding at his bruise and reaches into the cabinet above the sink to grab a thermometer, which he promptly pops into his mouth. While he waits, he steps out of his Nightwing suit and leaves it in a crumpled pile in the shower to be dealt with later.

The thermometer beeps—it reads 93.6°F.

“Thank you insulated suit,” Dick mumbles to himself, setting the thermometer down on the counter and moving to grab some towels. Without the suit, that number undoubtedly would’ve been a lot worse. But as it is, this is just a case of mild hypothermia, something he can treat on his own with no problem.

He towels off and then goes into his bedroom. He puts on his knee brace (his knee is already aching again), a pair of black sweatpants, an old Great Frog t-shirt, and a large Blüdhaven Bloodhounds sweatshirt. Then, still feeling a little chilled, he wraps himself in a fuzzy blue blanket.

Dick shuffles into the kitchen and turns on the kettle. He pulls down a once-white mug and then peruses his cabinet, trying to decide which warm beverage to select. He has a few varieties of tea, and he’s about to grab a bag of Earl Grey when he sees the box of instant hot cocoa Tim had brought with him the last time he visited.

He thinks about being fifteen and drinking hot chocolate on the couch with Donna and Roy on either side of him. Whether it just sounds good or he’s feeling sentimental, he’s not sure. Either way, he grabs one of the packets, tears it open, and dumps its contents into his mug.

When the water comes to a boil, he turns off the kettle and slowly pours the hot water into his mug, stirring the powder with a spoon as he does to prevent it from clumping.

He moves to the living room area of his apartment and sets his drink down on the coffee table.

Next, Dick grabs a heating pad and a second blanket to lay across his legs. Once he’s settled on the couch with his legs stretched out across the cushions, he picks up his mug again and turns on the TV, clicking the remote until he reaches the nature channel. They’re playing a documentary about Arctic wildlife that he’s pretty sure he’s seen before, but he doesn’t mind. He keeps it on and lowers the volume slightly.

He watches a white fox scurry across the snow as he blows on his beverage. Deciding it’s cooled long enough, he takes a small sip and is grateful when he doesn’t burn his tongue.

He relaxes further against the cushions and holds the mug against his chest, blinking tiredly at the TV.

The show switches from focusing on the fox and moves on to discussing a polar bear family made up of a mom with two young cubs. Dick’s not paying attention to the narrator, though; his mind is back on that winter day with Roy and Donna.

He doesn’t remember what movies they’d watched that day, and part of him wonders if Roy does. Probably not; it was forever ago.

He looks around his barren apartment, which is cast in a blueish glow from the TV, the room’s only light source. There’s not much to see as he cleaned the place earlier today, and while he’d normally feel good about being productive, the fact that it looks even less lived-in than usual makes him frown. Suddenly, the couch feels bigger than usual, his apartment more empty.

Dick brings his knees up to his chest, letting his mug rest on top of his right knee as he leans his head against the other. His chest aches.

Had he appreciated that afternoon with Donna and Roy back then? Had he realized how special that time together was? What he wouldn’t give to have his friends beside him right now.

The thought isn’t triggered by the fact that he’s dealing with hypothermia alone. No, he’s done that before, and he’s sure he’ll do it again. By this point, he’s used to treating things like this on his own, and most of the time, he prefers it this way. Even now, he doesn’t actually want anyone to come over and sit with him.

He supposes it’s less a sense of loneliness and more a sense of longing for something he can’t have.

He thinks of the sled, and he thinks of the TV and hot chocolate in front of him.

He thinks of Donna—dead and buried—and how she’ll never enjoy any of these things again. He thinks of Donna, who could make a day where he’d gotten hypothermia still feel like a good one just because she was there to spend it with him.

He thinks of Roy, who would know exactly how Dick’s feeling right now. He thinks of Roy, who he’s been ignoring because he doesn’t want to talk about how he’s feeling right now.

Dick shuts off the heating pad and turns off the TV. Without the TV’s glow, the apartment is dark, but he figures there’s no point in turning on the lights. He’s well-versed in navigating the dark, after all, and there’s nothing that he wants to see anyway.

He pads over to the kitchen sink and dumps his half-empty mug of hot chocolate down the drain. He doesn’t bother washing the mug, just places it in the sink for morning him to deal with.

Dick pulls his blanket tighter against his shoulders and shuffles to his bedroom. He immediately curls up in his bed under a pile of blankets and stares at the wall, thinking of Donna and wishing sleep would come and never let him go.

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