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unchartedthelostlegacy · 3 months

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i love graffiti. "comics and jazz are the only american art forms" you forgot graffiti. did you remember graffiti? That art form birthed in Philly and NYC in the early 70s by poor Black kids. that art form that spread all over the world and influenced so many. that's used without irony in commercials when they're trying to appeal to a "young urban" customer.

did you forget graffiti? that racism broken windows theory victim? that reach the establishment takes claiming that it's exclusively violent gang members throwing up those full-color pieces and wildstyle tags in the middle of the night outsmarting fifty security cameras because the billboard was ugly anyway. as if, even if it was, it wouldn't be impressive as all hell. risking brutality and fall damage so your art can occupy the space a gentrified condo named something like "Coluumna" took away from you. proving that despite only assholes affording to live here anymore there's still a soul beneath it. an animal with dripping stripes and teeth that go clack-clack tsssss

#graffiti #it's like how they claim touching a paper that had drugs on it can kill a police officer #manufactured fear of art itself because of who made it #you won't invest in addiction recovery or keeping libraries open or extracurricular programs but you'll sure as hell give cops overtime #so they can beat a kid writing on a shutter #writers have such big dick energy

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 1 year

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"Probably because they don't have a grave," Danny said, pulling out his vape. "Final resting places are--HEY!"

Nightwing held the pilfered vape above his head. "Where did you get this?" he asked, scandalized.

Danny jumped for it, but Nightwing was too tall! Even at 5'7 he'd have to use his powers to reach the vape; he had no chance as a 9 year old. "We're in Gotham! You're lucky I didn't get cocaine instead!"

#this is a new fic or just an idea? you decide #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #deaged danny fenton #c: dick grayson #c: danny fenton #dp crossover #dc crossover #cw smoking #cw drug mention #c: nightwing #ya'll want the idea in a less vague way #ok so heres the deets #danny got outed and then deaged by clockwork to make him survive so he takes off #deaged danny remembers what happened and is having A LOT of big kid emotions #somehow ends up in bludhaven and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?#there's a lotta hauntings in the area #its not like amity where all the ghosts are really powerful so the ghosts are just shades #danny ends up being a pint-sized supernatural detective #full of angst and used to being a young adult #who's out at night trying to solve crimes #detective grayson is put in charge of the kid #he has a lot of brothers he has to be good with kids right?#so now dick has to deal with constantine jr over here #who can SOMEHOW figure out he's nightwing bc of the ghosts?? following him???#but then dick realizes Oh No this kids has NOTHING #no parents no friends no house no food #and he finds himself thinking #oh alfred will need to hurry in getting danny's room at the manor ready #and

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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I've seen "Danny is Dick Graysons clone/son", "Dick Grayson is over sexualized by people in the comics", "Dick Grayson is protective of Bruce Wayne when it comes to romance" and "Danny is just as farel if not moreso than Dick"

But I haven't seen them combined yet.

Let's fix that >:)

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Dick was a bit antsy. Someone had been putting his rogues and allies in the critical care units for the past two weeks and hes no closer to figuring out who it is or what thier motivations are.

He didn't want to ask his family for help since they were all busy with cases themselves. Apparently Gotham had its own new rogue that was giving them trouble. Figures. Well, thats fine, he could always be up for seeing Kori again-

Kgnk

The sound of an empty soda can falling out of a trash bin behind him had him whirling around, locking his eyes with that of a startled child.

A child who was stick thin. Walking the streets at night. Alone. Following him around quietly.

Well, at least this one didn't have a camera.

"Hey, kiddo. Who are you?" He asked as he approached slowly, body purposely relaxed as to not scare the child into bolting.

"Danny." The kid just stared at him as if lost in thought. Huh. It's not the typical little kid reaction Nightwing normally gets and it kinda stings his ego. "Okay Danny," Nightwing says softly as he enters grabbing distance, "Were are your mommy and daddy? Do you know you shouldn't be out this late?"

"I don't have a mommy," the kid replies, "But I followed my daddy here!"

Dick looked around, his bad feeling growing worse as he saw no one else but him. "Where's your daddy?"

Danny pointed at him.

"What?! How??!"

"Clone."

Dick stared at him. Yep. That would do it.

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Danny was a little terror. Dick and his family had discovered the connection between all of the people that were attacked. They had all harmed Dick or his family at some point...or, to his shock, hit on them.

The bats had thought little of bringing him to the Watchtower after five heroes were assigned to watch him so he didn't get into anything or in case this was a trap set up by someone.

Nightwing wasn't even gone more than 20 minutes but when he had returned, Kon was tied up with an apple stuck in his mouth as he inched across the floor and away from the pile of kryptonite was was currently on fire (How?! Where did he even-) with what looked like one of those rotisserie things over it big enough for Kon to be on.

Bart was on the floor with what looked liked cookies around him. Was he drugged?

Cassie was face down on the couch looking like she had been thrown there like a rag doll.

Superman himself was standing perfectly still and staring blankly at the wall, clearly in some sort of trance.

Finally his Baby Bird, Tim, was sitting in a recliner with Danny curled into his side. Danny listened with rapt attention as Tim told him the story of one of his adventures.

Dick thought this was karma for how he had acted as a kid. But first, he had to go rescue Red Robin who was giving him pleading looks every few seconds.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #clone danny #dick grayson #dad dick grayson #danny fenton #danny grayson #is a little terror #everyone is like: i can handle him BUT THEY COULD NOT #bart got drugged #tw: drugged food #its 3 am when i wrote this and i just woke up so if you see a mistake no you didnt

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batarangsoundsdumb · 2 years

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in my head bruce is faster than the kids and it pisses them off so much. they're in their prime and this 40 y/o guy who sleeps like two hours a night and puts protein shakes in his coffee and calls that breakfast can outrun them

#i imagine dick used to run track as a teen and he'd be ahead of the group and then you have bruce casually jogging along with a camera #at the gotham 10k they drug test him #bruce is the kind of guy to run an iron man #he has all the characteristics; insane #im at an iron man event rn and all these ppl should get help actually. they voluntarily swim 4 km #and then they bike 180 km #and THEN they do a full marathon #these bitches spend like 12 hours straight up doing that #and then they get a t-shirt and go home??? like girlllll #bruce wayne #batman #batfam

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sadisticlostsouls · 1 year

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Come on, sweetheart. You know the deal— I already let you off last time after you told me how desperate you were, how you’d pay me next time. You know I don’t do freebies, and I told you if you didn’t pay up I’d find another way to make you pay. Oh, don’t give me those pouty lips and doe eyes. You know that shit don’t work on me, you want it? You better get on your knees.

What do you mean not here? I’m sure this entire fucking club can tell how much of a desperate slut you are by what you’re wearing— look at those tits practically spilling out of your top. Maybe I’ll make you suck off every guy in here before I give you this shit, huh? And I bet you’d do it too, because you’re that desperate. But lucky for you I’m a nice guy, one blowjobs all it’ll take for us to both get what we want.

You can’t? You can and you will, or you ain’t getting the bag, doll. Actin’ so grandiose like you won’t lick my boots for a taste of what I’ve got. Now open that fuckin’ mouth.

God, you really are fuckin’ desperate for a quick fix aren’tcha? Look at you rubbing those thighs together like a filthy whore. Open wide so I can spit in that pretty mouth— fuck. You’re too fucking easy, sweetheart. Look how quick and eager you were to suck my fuckin’ cock. Do you like that? Like when I fuck that pretty face. Look how deep I am inside you, fucking that pretty throat.

Can you feel their eyes on you, babe? Look at them trying to hide their nasty hard ons from the sight of you on your knees like a cheap whore. Bet they’re wondering how much it’d cost for you to blow them next, hah? Shall I tell them the next ones free? You’re gonna look so good with my cum all over you—

Nu-uh, where the fuck do you think you’re going, doll. You’re gonna sit there and take every drop I’ve got to give you, you don’t get to decide shit. Lemme fuck that pretty face until you’re covered in cum. Oh, come on sweetheart. Don’t cry— it’ll be so worth it in the end, won’t it? You’ll like it— so take every. Fucking. Drop.

Fuck.

Shit, if I’d have known how pretty you’d look covered in my cum, I woulda made you do this way sooner. Hey— where do you think you’re going?

Oh, did you think we were done? Did you think that I was gonna let you leave just like that? I haven’t forgot about last time, sweetheart. You owe me.

Now bend over and show me that sloppy little cunt.

#nsft concept #nsft thoughts #implied drugging #rough cnc #cnc dom #cnc k!nk #cnc daddy #bd/sm dom #bd/sm daddy #bd/sm concept #It’s making my dick hard having you pretty girls requesting scenarios now.

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fuckkwithtwoks · 2 years

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Headcanon that Dick knows exactly how to make each family member fall asleep even if they're refusing. Everyone acts like it's some kind of magic, but to him it's really simple.

Tim hasn't slept in days? Put him somewhere warm. Lay a blanket on him, sit him in front of a fireplace, put him by a window in a nice sun beam. He'll be out in 30 minutes max.

Bruce is being a problem and Alfred is considering drugging him again? Easy (at least if you can manage to get him out of the cave) Put him in a room with a few of his kids and a TV. Seeing them all safe calms him down enough for the dad instinct of falling asleep ten minutes into any movie to kick in.

Jason's too tough for naps? Chamomile tea. Dick has no idea why it's so effective on Jason specifically but if you give him chamomile tea he'll probably be asleep before he can finish it.

Damian can't sleep? Put one of his pets on his chest. A weighted blanket can also work but if he doesn't want to sleep, he'll just move it off. If it's a pet, he won't dare disturb them and he'll be out like a light.

Cass has been up for too long? Cuddles. Ask her for a hug or to braid her hair when she's sleepy and she can fall asleep standing up. Bonus points if you can get her to go cuddle Tim because then she warms him up (she's like a walking space heater for some reason) and then they both rest.

#if you cant get bruce out if the cave you do just have to drug him #the real problem here is when Dick wont sleep #yes i did just call tim cold blooded #batman #dc comics #bruce wayne #batfam #tim drake #batfamily #cassandra cain #dick Grayson #jason todd #damian wayne

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mokulule · 1 year

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The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 6

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

Bruce sighed, absently feeling the air on his hands folded in front of his face. He stared unseeingly ahead. His frowned deeply, at a loss of what to do. Worry picked at his self control.

Something was up with Jason. Ever since the other night, something had happened between the thief and Jason. It had left him unsettled and off balance, that much was obvious. They’d all been able to see it.

Now, today, Jason had lost control. He’d been agitated of course, but Bruce hadn’t expected the outburst. Jason was usually good at managing his anger these days, at least in the family. He didn’t get physical with them anymore in anger. Except today Jason had suddenly pulled him up by the shirt, and Bruce had honestly expected him to punch him. Jason had shaken it off, but then he’d fled.

The urge to move, to do something, itched at him. He wanted to get answers, but confronting Jason was out of the question. Their truce was fragile, and it seemed every time he spoke to Jason he said the wrong thing. He didn’t know what to do except control the urge to go after his son. He couldn’t fight his demons for him. He could only try not to make it worse.

And so he sat there, staring, unseeing.

Dick’s footsteps, came down the stairs, easily recognizable: light and almost dancing to a rhythm only he could hear, skipping a step every now and then.

“Hey B, thought you were going golfing with the mayor, keeping up the old appearances and all that” he greeted brightly, as ever immune to Bruce’s mood. Or maybe Alfred sent him down to deal with him, that was also an option.

“Oh I love these,” Dick reached forward over Bruce’s shoulder to grab a protein bar from the backpack. He opened it and started to eat it without hesitation.

“Dick,” Bruce sighed, “this is evidence.”

Dick snorted and leaned on the console so he could look at Bruce. “You’re serious.”

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Dick snorted again, of course Bruce was serious, then he pulled the backpack over and started rooting through it. Much to Bruce’s exasperation he opened another protein bar.

“Dick, they could be drugged.”

“As if you’d have let me take the first one if that was the case,” Dick mumbled around the mouthful of granola. Bruce mentally conceded the point.

“Anyways,” Dick swallowed and continued, reading the name tag on the inside of the backpack, “Danny Fenton, who’s that?”

Bruce sighed.

“The thief.”

“The Ghost!?” Dick looked up in excitement, “so we have a name now?”

“Presumably, it may not originally have been his backpack.”

“True, doesn’t help much either does it? Danny is very common and Fenton may not be Johnson, but it’s not exactly unique.”

“I haven’t looked it up yet.”

Dick narrowed his eyes.

“This has anything to do with why you’re brooding?”

Silence stretched between them, but Dick could be surprisingly patient when he wanted to. There was no point in dragging things out, it wasn’t a secret, Dick could easily find out through the surveillance if he wanted, Bruce would rather he didn’t.

“Jason was the one who delivered the backpack.”

“Ah.” There was the worried frown Bruce would have liked to avoid. He leaned down a bit to better face Bruce.

“You had a fight?” The question was posed carefully, softly, not betraying any inkling what he thought of that, in a way to gently pry the answer from Bruce, but Bruce knew his eldest son well enough to know he was already mentally running damage control options. That was Dick, always trying to keep their family together tooth and nail. There was a soft pang of appreciation in his chest he couldn’t articulate, instead he focused on the problem at hand.

“He’s convinced the thief needs help, I don’t actually disagree.”

Dick sat back in realization, his eyes flickered to the backpack and its sorry spoils.

“But he could still be working for someone,” Dick recited with a sigh, it was an old lesson. One he knew Jason wouldn’t have appreciated, not if he felt Bruce was dismissing his concerns. “B.”

“I know.”

Do you? Dick’s eyebrows asked, but he had the grace not to actually say it. He clapped Bruce on the shoulder instead, squeezing slightly.

“He’ll warm back up.”

“You think so?” He asked unable to look up at Dick.

“Hey,” Dick said brightly in a way that naturally drew attention to him, “we’ve come back from worse.” And there was that bright smile and that pang of appreciation was back, along with another warm feeling in his chest: hope.

“Well, I gotta get going, I’ve got work tomorrow. Just gotta grab a few more of these.”

And the feeling was gone.

“Dick.”

“We shouldn’t waste perfectly good food, B, also they’re W-Mark exclusives, they don’t have them in Blüdhaven.” He grinned, pockets stuffed with contraband. Invariably reminding Bruce of a younger version with pockets full of candy he’d been denied. Brat already knew he had won. Bruce waved him off with a sigh.

Dick practically skipped towards the stairs. Then he paused.

“Oh and B, if I was you, I’d check the phone at the bottom of the bag. It’s not a brand I recognize.”

With that he was off.

Bruce stared after him. Pride warred with annoyance. He’d been so absorbed in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed Dick checking out the bag more thoroughly than the cursory look he himself had done when Jason had handed it to him.

He grabbed the bag and rooted around a bit, and just as Dick had said, there was a phone.

He pulled it out, and turned it over in his hands. It was made from dark blue plastic. The logo on the back, a stylized V in front of a globe, wasn’t one he recognized. It looked old and scuffed, had actual buttons and a jarringly small screen when you were used to modern smartphones.

It was also out of power.

With how old it looked, it was unlikely cordless charging was an option. He looked at the bottom edge where there was an actual mini headphone jack, along with what he assumed was the charging port - it wasn’t a type he recognized.

He frowned and got up. He wouldn’t be too late for his meeting with the mayor if he left now, not something he couldn’t brush off as eccentric forgetfulness at least.

He could drop the phone off at Tim’s on the way. Tim would get the phone working one way or another.

Oo o oO

Danny stayed underneath the pavement long after the not-ghost had left. The feeling of almost giving in was a crawling like ants underneath his skin. The threat of almost capture was like a noose around his neck - if they captured him, if they managed to contain him, he would never get home.

Eventually the bone deep tiredness of using his powers too much hit him, and he dragged himself back to his haunt, invisibly and intangibly, because he’d had much too much excitement today. He was raw and empty inside when he dropped onto his blanket pile and rolled up. He would get food some other day. Never mind that he was completely out. It wouldn’t end his existence, just weaken him. Ghosts at the core ran on willpower, and Danny wanted to go home.

A small squeak and rustle, had him opening his eyes a crack and turning his head to look to the far side of the room. There the rat was going his trash, the packaging probably still smelled like food.

He huffed and closed his eyes again. If he got truly desperate he could always eat the rat - It wouldn’t be the worst thing he’d eaten.

Sorry, it's not the longest part this time, but we got to appreciate a few other characters, yay! Hope you enjoyed, cause Danny sure isn't enjoying himself.

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jasontoddsguns · 2 years

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Acknowledging that Robin is inherently a child-solider even with the complicated situation surrounding it 🤝 understanding that it’s fictional and that it’s the younger readers self-insert.

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thegodpleasingcrownprince · 4 months

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Ah yes, being obsessed with your rival's dick and spitting poetry about it any given time sounds pretty normal, not gay at all.

#Mu Qing idk what kind of drugs you're on but I have to break this news to you #I will never understand this man's obsession with fx's dick #mu qing #fengqing #feng xin

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tarucore · 6 months

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need roydick friendship that’s just on the edge of being inappropriate, like there’s a age difference of 3-4 years depending on who’s had a birthday recently and no one really cares about a 17 year old and a 14 year old hanging out, especially when Wally is around as a buffer between the two, but later when Roy is 20 and Dick is 16 still and they’re walking down from from the roof of titans tower smelling like weed and liquor, suddenly people are thinking about stuff like “boundaries” and being a “good influence” like that ship hadn’t sailed a long time ago

#and like the titans know that roy would never /purposely/ hurt dick #but donna is keeping an eye out for her friends anyway #she loves them both!!#but something is clearly going on with roy and dick isn’t volunteering any information #tfw you’re spiraling and accidentally dragging your kid brother/best friend/long time childhood crush with you #teenage dirtbag dick grayson #roy harper #dickie bird #roydick… sorta #cw drug use #young justice 2010 #bc i think that’s the only canon where they have that type of age gap #*

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max-nolastname · 2 years

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jason todd, stephanie brown and duke thomas are absolutely the best robins for gotham; they have the knowledge and perspective on how to best serve their gotham because they actually grew up in the city. they have lived experiences with addiction, poverty, homelessness, foster care etc. that the others don’t have and there’s a lot they can bring to the table in terms of how to best help the most vulnerable populations of gotham.

#jason todd: i believe in harm reduction! i can reduce harm by killing the worst drug lords :)#duke: i dont think thats what harm reduction means dude ://#many many thoughts which i will elaborate on later #i work frontline at a shelter once i put pen to paper and write a fic about this its over for you hoes #bruce wayne throws money at a ton of services in the city but its jason steph and duke that step up and say #'heres how these services can be run better to actually benefit the people of the community'#i should write a guide #a 'how to write people struggling with addiction complex trauma and poverty with empathy and kindness' guide #anyways #stfu haidee #i dont think dick cop grayson and barbara my dad is police commissioner gordon will have the most trauma informed approach #stephanie brown #duke thomas

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hood-ex · 2 months

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Wait a minute. The barista in Titans called Dick "Dirk" then TT named Bea's evil pirate brother Dirk... did TT get inspired by that scene alskdja is that where Dirk came from? Someone ask TT that, I can't. I have that man muted.

#so anyway i'm going through dick edits on tiktok for the first time #and i don't really like the sexy edits #EXCEPT for this one that used the weeknd/abel #like yes absolutely you can do a sexy edit of dick to a weeknd song OR to a chase atlantic song #those are my rules alsjda #they have sexy discographies thank you very much #chase atlantic is usually singing about drugs or fucking they're a viiiibe

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mrwallrubber6s · 14 days

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