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aedan-mills · 2 years
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the DPS Fandom's iterations of Neil Perry
Welton's Golden Boy
Undercover Himbo
Not so subtle Theater Nerd
Daddy Issues McGee
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bts-boba · 2 years
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dps as shit my friends and i say, part 2: electric boogaloo
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ginny: “who are you? who... are you? this is what i’d sound like if i was a girl.”
chris: “you are a girl ginny.”
ginny: “shut up chris”
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charlie to knox: “why don’t you ever sing with me? you’re supposed to be my bestie.” *cue small distant scream*
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pitts: “okay i’m going to stroke town.”
pitts: “population me”
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neil: “there’s nothing to live for and nothing to eat.”
charlie: “only onion”
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charlie to todd: “do you believe that not being able to watch spongebob as a kid has affected your ability to make meaningful connections?”
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cameron to charlie: “you look like you can’t swim”
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meeks: “the best fan fictions are titled like fall out boy songs, prove me wrong.”
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*neil and charlie texting*
charlie: you broke down because of a tiktok song
neil: no because of the trend
do u work tiktok
charlie: do i work tiktok???
neil: what
what the fuck did i mean
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knox: “once i learn how to use an oven it’s over for you freaks”
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todd: i can feel my fingers touching and it’s killing me
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todd, at a dance: *a closeup picture of his face* gonna vommie
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cameron: “try and find me the word tumblr in the u.s. constitution, and then i’ll consider it.”
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pitts: “did you just hiss at me?”
charlie: yes and i’ll do it again” *pokes pitts in the eye*
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todd: “i accidentally kneed him in the *looks around* penis yesterday”
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meeks: “how am i supposed to get bitches if i have pitts”
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todd: “the pizza burned my leg"
neil: "why didn't you tell me?"
todd: "it felt kind of good"
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cameron: “yeah, neil. i didn’t go to fucking sleep overs. i had no friends.”
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meeks, to todd and neil: “no sex in the trunk”
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charlie: “i would let that man slap my ass with those calves”
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charlie: “i almost squashed a child!”
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knox: “okay let cameron finish his story…”
knox: “does she have nice anKles?”
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todd: “when i was younger my grandma didn’t buckle her seatbelts”
charlie: “well you’re grandma’s fucking suicidal”
todd: “my grandma did get hit by a car!”
charlie: *wheeze*
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todd: “i gotcha nose”
neil: “NOO”
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pitts: “i’m deep throating a frosty”
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neil: “i’m not horny but i’d let todd shove a stick up my ass”
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cameron: “don’t pass out in the back of my car”
meeks: “i just did”
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charlie: “how do you spell ‘uh oh’?”
cameron and meeks: *turning their heads in unison towards charlie*
charlie, 5 seconds later: “oh, exactly how it sounds”
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neil: “meeks did you take lactaid?”
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todd: “chemistry is fucking awful! it’s like a roller coaster with a vertical drop. you start out fine and then it just goes downhill and keeps getting worse and there's no ground to stop you and die so you just keep going and it just keeps getting worse.”
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neil, at 3 a.m.: “hop the dick like a grasshopper”
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charlie: i could see me killing todd one day
also charlie : i could see todd killing me some day
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meeks: *see’s a person he doesn’t like*
meeks: *turns to todd*
meeks: “todd! let’s pretend we’re having a conversation… hi!”
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charlie: “knox i will piss my pants”
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neil to meeks: “you spelled maggot wrong earlier”
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charlie to cameron: “you look like you can't swim”
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pitts: “don’t push me! you know I'm clumsy”
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knox: *blowing smoke out of his mouth* “it looks like a little piss stream of smoke”
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charlie: “hey pitts, you look like a green pepper”
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todd: “boutta pop a melly, so i can get some godDAMN sleep for once in this house!”
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the poets as pets
neil - parrot
• needs attention
• colourful
• doesn't stop talking
todd - bunny
• cute and fluffy
• anxious™
• needs cuddles
charlie - cat
• dramatic af
• attention-seeker
• wants cuddles but also doesn't
knox - dog
• wants to be everybody's favourite
• needs affection
• hyperactive
meeks - hamster
• smol
• confused
• easily startled
pitts - ferret
• long
• i actually don't know
• he gives off ferret vibes
cam - turtle
• lasts the longest
• bit slow on the uptake
• hard shell
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i made a quick dps crack video, if anyone would like to watch. enjoy!
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crispin-kreme · 2 years
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watching dead poets sociaty with my crush omghshshsxhahahah
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moneypriestess · 4 months
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Gothamites love the newest edition to the Wayne family.
Even though Danny comes from a small town he acts more like a true gothamite than some kids that grew up in Gotham.
Most of the Wayne children come from the streets, yet only Danny acts like he still remembers it. It's been at least a year since he was officially adopted. If you don't count the 6 months he was fostered by Bruce Wayne, usually after that amount of time passed the child should have become all rich kid polite and shit.
everyone remembers when dick was first adopted, yes, he was still Roudy after the first year but all that wild crazy energy he had was zapped by his full belly and silk pillows. Then there was Jason Todd, and before his unfortunate passing, he too had lost that wild energy that the streets bred.
next was Tim who didn't really count because he was a rich kid that got adopted to be an even richer kid.
then Cass and Damian just appeared out of nowhere and instead of the crazy gothamite energy the first two had, they had this calm crazy energy instead, that kind of mellowed out as the years passed.
Yet Danny stayed the same, in fact, all gothamites fondly remember just last week when they watched the news to see Danny bite the hand of a journalist that tried to touch him without permission.
yes, all the true gothamites loved the newest edition to the Wayne family.
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r3ynah · 3 months
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NU UH
Jack Fenton, dialed his younger sister's phone number as he gazed apologetically at the family of bats, that was hanging around in his living room. he impatiently waited for the other party to pick up.
The Bat family remained stoic as they observed the man, they had or Batman had ordered to put the call on speaker, if ever the phone was answered, Robin had stared at the doorway leading to the kitchen there stood Jack's supposed oldest daughter Jazz. who only stared amused at her father's antics much to Robin's confusion.
finally after a grueling 10 seconds wait, the call was finally answered.
Robin held his breath awaiting for the voice he was expecting for.
"Yes, Ahki?" Talia's voice resonated, from the phone. making everyone's eyes except the Fenton family widen.
'what? mother never told me she had a brother.' Damian thought as he took a peek at his father's face who was scrunched up in confusion. same for the rest of his family.
"Talia, my dear ukht, I've heard from a few birds and bats that you have taken my son. on his fieldtrip." Jack said, his nervous and outgoing personality vanishing and what took place was a serious and angry tone of a father as soon as heard the caller's voice, making everyone in the room shudder at the sudden cold atmosphere while the oldest daughter remained composed and unbothered as she watched.
Silence came from the other side of the phone, before answering "It seems i have." Talia answered back, you can here the voice of a boy in the background asking if it was his dad.
"Stop with this false innocence of yours, bring my son back immediately, partly alive and safe." Jack stated, much to the Bats and birds confusion.
Silence once again, as the phone remained quiet seemingly put down on a table with a few whispers and shuffling. before it was picked up once again.
"Nu uh." was the only thing Talia said as she hang up.
everyone paused.
"The fuck you mean 'Nu uh'?!" Jack yelled, at his phone. While his wife walked their daughter's side who was laughing her ass off, confused she looked at the bats then at her husband and then just sighed.
"Dinner's Ready." she only said as she retreated back at to the kitchen.
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flamingpudding · 4 months
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Guys it's just merch
Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.
Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.
It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.
Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.
Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.
"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.
"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.
"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."
He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.
He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.
When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.
If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.
But he still would get a good laugh out of their reactions on the day he decided to full on dawn every piece of Batman merge instead of theirs.
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nerdpoe · 7 months
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Damian has been partnered up with Daniel in their Home Ec final.
And Daniel...is putting no effort at all into cooking.
Damian keeps trying to convince him to help, but Daniel keeps wriggling his way out of the responsibility.
Damian ends up having to handle the Turkey! Unacceptable! He does not condone the death of animals for food unless it is for survival! This part must be handled by Daniel.
He shoves the turkey in Daniels' hands.
There's a soft green glow.
He hears Daniel whisper a horrified "oh shit no".
And the very dead turkey that they were supposed to be cooking comes to life.
It is very, very angry.
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dcxdpdabbles · 4 months
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DCxDP Fanfic idea: Wrong Number
Bruce prides himself in keeping all of his networks secured. If he didn't make it himself, he had the funds and connections to get him the best working on his systems.
He had backup plans in case the systems were ever hacked, of course, but he had yet to encounter a cyber attack that wasn't beaten away by his firewalls or his team.
Babs and Tim were far more feral when booting out unwanted guests. The level of protection was also transferred to his other systems that weren't Batman-related, just to make sure the connection between Bruce and Batman was never made.
That's why he never really checks his personal phone's caller ID, not the one he gave out as Brucie Wayne, but the one Bruce used for his real life without any masks- civilian or vigilante. The only ones who had the number- and the access- were his children and Alfred.
Not even the Justice League- those who were aware of his identity- knew of this number.
Bruce is in the middle of typing up a report for the next Wayne Board meeting when his personal phone rings. He figures it's Dick giving him a call to update him on his drive home or maybe Jason, as his son was planning on going to college.
"Go for Papa Bruce," He says, knowing his kids hate his phone greeting and doing it deliberately to spite them.
There is a long pause where he can't help but smirk thinking his child is either rolling their eyes or cringing too hard to properly speak. Eventually, a voice cracks over the speaker.
"Hello. I'm selling cookies to raise money for my own star. Would like to buy a box from me?" says a boy, not one he has taken in. The voice is young maybe not even double digits yet. Bruce is alarmed.
"Who are you?! How did you get this number?" He demands, yanking his phone to his face and seeing, with a chill, a phone number out of state.
His system had been compromised. By a child. By accident.
"My name is Danny!" The boy chirps. "I sell cookies. Like the Girl Scouts, but I'm a boy, and I don't scout."
"That's rather fantastic, lad. What kind of cookies are you selling?" Bruce asks to keep the boy on the line while sending an email blast to the others. It's a string of numbers that are code for compromise so they all know to close any communication channel until it's safe to get back on.
"Chocolate chip. Mint Slim. Oatmeal and peanut butter. I made them myself!"
Right. Bruce hooks up his phone, tracing the call. The signal bounces off the call, swinging up to a salute and falling back down to earth. In seconds he has the boy's location. It pings in a small town right outside of Star City.
He sends Barry a private message. His friend is already on the way to the location. He'll get the boy in a few seconds.
"How much for a box of chocolate chips? Those are my favorite." Bruce tells the boy, voice whimsical as his Brucie persona demands.
In an unsure tone, the boy pauses, then whispers, "I don't know. No one ever let me get this far."
"How about twenty for a box of dozen? I'll buy five boxes for each of my kids that live at him," Bruce tells him, and the boy gasps.
"That could buy me one whole night in a hotel!"
Bruce's insides freeze. What did he mean-
"Hey! No! Let go!" Danny suddenly screams. Bruce's heart launches- he hates it when kids get hurt, especially those that sound like Danny- until Barry's voice comes over the speaker.
"I got him, Mr. Wayne. Thank you for alerting the Justice League Hotline." That's code for This is not a threat to you Batman and Bruce allows himself to relax just a little.
"Narc!" The boy shouts, outraged, before the call drops. Barry is likely taking over the situation, which means Bruce can leave it in his capable hands.
After reassuring his kids that he is fine and that they are all safe, he suits up and meets the Flash in the Watch Tower. There, he learns that Danny is only seven years old and has been living on the streets for a while.
The boy had been surviving by baking some cookies to sell on the side of the street- where did he bake them? The boy would not say- until he got the bright idea to try to sell through phone calls like he had seen on TV.
He punched in random numbers at the community center phone and gave his pitch about a star, thinking people would be more willing to buy from him if he had an excellent reason.
Barry had left him with CPS, but he looked devastated about that. It turned out that Danny was a meta and had likely been kicked out of his home once it was found out based on what he said of his parents.
Bruce felt he should assure Barry that Danny was fine and look into his placement to help settle his more sensitive teammate's nerves.
He was unhappy that Danny was not in a good placement; there were far too many reports from a concerned neighbor to make him think it was a safe place. Given the fact that placement had a lot of meta kids that "fell through the cracks," Bruce worried he had just stumbled across a trafficking ring.
He would sick Barry and Jason on them. Just to ensure they wouldn't see the light of day again.
Still, that did not fix his mistake with Danny, the little cookie seller.
Bruce hacked into the system to move Danny. He thought about where he would move the young child but ultimately had him in Wayne Manor.
Just until he could confirm that he would be safe. He certainly didn't think about the adorable little boy who called him with his heart in his hand and got sent to a terrible place for three weeks because of Bruce.
Danny arrived at Wayne Manor with a happy little bounce and a chipper outlook on life than Bruce was expecting. "If it isn't Mr. Narc!"
God, he going to adopt the boy, isn't he?
(Danny has been thrown into a different universe, aged down to a child. He survived by overshadowing people into letting him spend the night baking cookies.
He was thrown into a somewhat typical home, but the nosy neighbor down the street took far too much notice of his overshadowing, and now he was being moved again.
Maybe he can terrorize Mr. Narc now instead? )
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the-witchhunter · 10 months
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DP x DC: Wait... this isn’t a gay bar??
I was just thinking about Danny as a bartender at a rogues bar and then it struck me...
Danny thinks he works at a gay bar
Why? Well, have you looked at the clients? Bisexual queen Harley Quinn, lesbian icon Poison Ivy, Two Face is clearly bi(two)sexual and has a thing with Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow is probably ace or maybe aro, Riddler is at the very least homo romantic, hell, even if Red hood comes by he’s bi/pan AND poly
What I’m saying is, based off the clientele, Danny would think he works at a gay bar 
and based on the evidence they have a hard time disagreeing with him
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aedan-mills · 2 years
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I feel like Neil and Todd, esp Todd, would've HATED social media
Todd because (like me) he's got a lot of social anxiety and the stress of social media would get to him amidst his fun posts. He likes sharing memes or nice poetry posts but he gets anxious if his posts aren't coming across the right way or if his friends might think he's lame.
while Neil would have a breakdown for keeping up his "persona" online because it's not his true self or his parents are monitoring/following his accounts so he has to be proper (but we all know he has an alt account for his shenanigans) but he probably has an influencer moment that he secretly hates because he doesn't want that weight on his shoulders and just wants to act however he wants without judgement (not offensively, just very tumblr attitude haha)
thus my new HC: Neil and Todd going full cottage core and having little to know social media presence post hs or college and Charlie had to force them to AT LEAST have a facebook. Yes, imagine Neil and Todd posting "Sunday Brunch" photos to their nearly empty facebook timeline. They are a happy old married couple. at 28, they are two grandpas who hate social media and their influencer friend Charlie addicted to social media and NEEDS TO KNOW HOW HIS FRIENDS ARE
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bts-boba · 2 years
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hehe guess who
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ryoalouette · 9 months
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Batman looms over Phantom
And in an attempt to intimidate Phantom, he utters his name-
"Inviso-Bill."
AKA
Danny would really, really like that specific name to die off, thank you very much.
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DP x DC Prompt: The Watchlist
Batman has a watchlist. A list that contains every individual who could become a rouge and a contingency plan for if they did.  
And while they, his children, often make fun of his paranoia and him for having it, they totally understand why he did. They lived in Gotham, for Christ's sake. Where everyone’s just a pin drop away from being the city’s next big villain, forcing the bats to scratch their heads while playing cat and mouse with a sicko for a good few weeks. And while they won’t admit it, the list has helped them a few times. 
But that won’t stop them from making fun of any of the list’s new developments. Because you see, there was a new list. And it wasn’t just a watchlist. No, no, no. It was The Watchlist.
It was a new development after he and Robin went on an out-of-state mission to investigate some town in bum fuck nowhere Illinois. And it was under some pretty tight security as well, so they were expecting something good, like mad scientists or evil mayors. Not profiles of the kids who lived in the town. And while there were a few metas and vigilantes that made the list interesting, by the end of it all they just seemed to be teenagers. 
Until they saw Damian. They hadn’t seen him since he came back from the mission with B. He looked tired. Like ‘Tim hasn’t slept in a week and is surviving on just coffee beans’ tired.
“Ah, I see you all have found it. Good. A few of them will be arriving next week as they’re a part of Gotham Academy’s student exchange program. At least three of them will be staying in the manor with us. Father will need you all to be on standby and to be ready for any possible scenario. Please, for the love of all that is good, do not encourage them in any way, shape, or form. And please do not dismiss them either. The outcome of doing that will be much worse. Is there more that I should add? Yes. Will I? No, because you won’t understand. Not until you've seen what I have.” 
The demon child sighed, then looked them dead in the eyes. “Godspeed to us all.” Then walked away.
Okay, they were scared now.
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moneypriestess · 3 months
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It starts with the usual 'Justice League has to summon the Ghost King to battle a world-ending threat.' Stick. They decided to do it in the Fortress of Solitude, which took some time to convince Clark to do, but it was the only place that had the possibility to hold the Ghost King if he went off the rocks, especially with all the added protection John did.
So, most of the Justice Leaguers and their sidekicks stood on the outskirts of the giant summoning circle and watched as it glowed a bright luminescent green, and the middle of the circle disappeared, replaced by a hole that, from Superman's place as he hovered a few feet above the ground, looked like a never-ending waterfall of green liquid.
A few minutes passed as everyone held their breath before the waterfall started moving up. Like a volcano, the luminescent liquid shot up and hit the ceiling, falling into drops around everyone. From the water, a shadowy figure appeared, giant and making the water glow brighter with their presence.
For a few seconds after the glowing fountain continued erupting until stopping suddenly and falling back into the hole, a giant eldritch figure revealed as the hole closed up under it.
It looked sort of humanoid, but the most eye-catching thing was its skin. It looked like the galaxy—stars and constellations, planets, and meteors—the being looked like it was made from the galaxy. The stars and planets spun across its skin? And atop his head were wispy white locks, not held down by gravity and flowing with the air in the confined space. On his back was a long cape that reached the floor, and he (it? She? Did gods have a gender, because this being looked more like a god than Zeus did) bent his legs at an angle to not bump his head against the ice roof.
Everyone watched with bated breath as the king, the being, the god reached inside his cape and seemingly grabbed something, coming out with a clenched fist and slowly moving it towards the youngest Robin, the child. Batman barely had any time to swoop in front of his son when the eldritch being opened his hand, and right there, in his palm.
A lollipop.
A green crystal lollipop that made superman fall from his place in the sky and Jon back away from his friend with a pained expression.
The ghost king just gave robin a freaking kryptonite lollipop.
Meanwhile, danny is just wondering why the child touched by death won't take the treat.
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