#how promptous

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Orange, City Pigeon, Danny & Batfam @roanawayspoons WC: 864 CW: Blood, injury

“I’m just saying, you shouldn’t get to be Red by default.”

“Well I can’t be Robin and Hood is a unique identifier.”

“No, nope, just because you weren’t creative enough to come up with something other than Red Robin you shouldn’t get to just claim Red.”

“Creative enough? Oh that’s rich from the man who ripped off the Joker.”

“It was poetic!”

“It was lazy.”

“Look here, bird bones—” …and Tim was gone, Jason thought with a sigh. He turned back to see Tim still before the last jump, staring down into the alleyway with a tilted head. Jason’s hand went to one of his guns. “Red?”

“Blood.”

“And? It’s Gotham. I think the city is held together by blood at this point.”

“Green blood, Hood.”

“How do you know it’s blood then?” Jason asked, but stalked forward to look. Alright, maybe the splatter was pretty distinctive.

That particular shade of green was also concernedly distinctive.

“Well, fuck.”

“Yep.”

“Who bleeds Lazarus water?”

“No clue,” Tim said unhelpfully. “Guess we better find out.”

They dropped silently down into the alley, one after another, and followed the trail of toxic green blood. The trail went cold a few times, whoever was bleeding was clearly trying to hide, but they were inexperienced at it and the Bats had spent enough time stalking through the streets of this city that the cement and stone basically spoke to them. The trail couldn’t hide from them.

Without warning, Jason shot his arm out to stop Tim. He tapped the side of his helmet silently; he heard something. Tim nodded and they fanned out to search. A door in this latest alley they were in was cracked open, like someone had tried to close it and it had bounced back off the latch.

A green hand print was smeared down it.

Jason pulled a gun from his holster, but let Tim go through first. While Jason was far lighter on his feet than someone his size should be, there was no denying that Tim was stealthier. Jason would be just a few steps behind ready to provide the muscles and firepower.

It was odd, then, when Tim purposefully let his foot scrape against the ground as he rounded the corner. Jason just cursed silently as the idiot continued forward, cutting himself off from Jason’s line of sight. “Hey, looks like you could use some help with that wound before you bleed out.”

Jason couldn’t hear what was said back; he edged closer.

“You must not be from Gotham. I’m Red Robin, one of the heroes here.”

The person snorted. “Just… over… then?”

Tim laughed. It was one of his many fake laughs, but the one meant to soothe people in trouble. “Why would I do that? I’m a vigilante. Do you know how illegal what I do is? I just don’t want to see you bleed out. Maybe I can even take you to a safe house where you can rest.

“So… interrogate me?”

“I mean, I’d like to know who tried to kill a kid, but that’s to make them pay, not you.”

Jason’s hand gripped his gun so tightly it hurt.

The person… the kid laughed. It was a broken sound that no kid should have to make.

Jason had heard it a lot on the streets.

“Maybe I deserve it.” Their voice was raspy, like every word caught in their throat.

Jason came around the corner. The kid went rigid, which was the last thing they needed with how blood seeped from their fingers where their pale hand was clutched against a too big hoodie.

Tim leaned casually into Jason's space in a way he wouldn’t normally, putting on a show for the kid that Red Hood was safe. It was at least true for the kid. Jason leaned back, mostly for the comfort of having his brother close in the face of the sight. Seeing bloody kids never got easier.

“You’re what, sixteen?” Jason asked.

“…fifteen?”

“Yeah, no fifteen year old deserves to bleed out. You know who I am?”

They shook their head. It dislodged the hood a little. The tangled, chin length hair was startling white and splattered with dried green blood. Jason forced himself to take a breath.

“I’m Red Hood. I protect part of this city called Crime Alley. I’m not afraid to kill a shithead, especially ones that hurt kids, but I never harm a kid. I’ve got places to put you if you need somewhere safe; places not in the system. Or get you somewhere. Do you have a place to go to?”

The kid laughed again. Somehow it sounded worse this time. “That’s the thing. I do. I might, I guess. Just no one is going to believe me.”

“Why won’t they believe you? Where do you need to get?” Tim asked.

The kid looked up. Jason felt Tim tense against him. Hell, Jason tensed. They were the wrong color, but Jason knew those eyes, those brows, that slope of the nose. Everything was just a little sideways, but Jason knew that face. He knew what the kid was going to say.

“I need to get to Bruce Wayne.”

--- AN: Happy Trauma Tuesday~

Feel free to continue this, use it as a prompt if you'd like!

#dp x dc #prompalomp #how promptous #trauma tuesday #city pigeons

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Danny adopts his dog the same week that Jason Todd-Wayne legally and officially comes back from the dead. Because of the dogs coloring, he names him Jason.

This becomes a problem when he meets the actual Jason in a park one day when the man runs over, concerned, when Danny is shouting 'Jason' to try and find his lost dog.

Danny solves the issue by calling him 'Human Jason'.

Human Jason is less than amused.

(inspired by this image https://www.tumblr.com/themancorialist/713169401675923456/hood-street-manchester)

#leaned heavily into punk danny #gave him a little Pluto tattoo~ #a few people might play with this idea in the DoM server #but if anyone wants to have at the prompt feel free! #dp x dc #dead on main #how promptous

[yumoirail]

a kiss [Zeldon]

''How is it?''

Zelda looked up at Sidon at the sound of his voice.

The fire in the campfire burned strong enough to warm her through her night in the wild; if it weren’t for the promptous visit from the Zora prince. The casting shadow gave her enough to see Sidon's handsome face, whose attention went to his restless hands on his lap instead of her, and the slight blush on his cheeks.

'' The what?'' She asked curiously. The zora's eyes strayed and met hers for a brief moment before settling back on his lap.

" A kiss." He whispered.

At the answer, her heart leapted in her chest, feeling an indescribable heat slowly consume her until she felt it on her face. Claering her throat at the discomfort of her response, she answered vaguely.

'' Well ... it depends.''

''How so?''

Zelda bit her lip and sighed.

‘‘It depends on who you share the kiss with.’‘ She made a gesture with her hands, as if trying to generalize. ‘‘There are kisses that some people use as greetings, a kiss on the cheek. There are kisses of parents towards their children; and vice versa. T-there are kisses with your partner, which are usually on the lips, when you want to show physical affection.’‘

When she looked up, this time Sidon was looking at her. The blush on her cheek only intensified when their gazes met.

"O-Oh, sure, it makes sense." He replied pathetically. After a couple of seconds, he blurted out, "I've never had one of those, you know?"

She knew what he meant by that, but just the same she asked nervously: "A kiss on the cheek?"

''On the lips.’'

‘‘Ah.’‘

The fire wavered, making small sounds, while the flames danced to the beat of the wind. Zelda took one of the loose branches to accommodate the firewood in her silence.

‘‘I would like to kiss you, Zelda.’‘

She dropped the branch in surprise, tossing it along with the remaining firewood and burning it in the process. She turned her head so fast that she was dizzy for a few seconds as her face burned with shame.

''Excuse me?''

"I want to kiss you, if you would allow me the pleasure." Sidon repeated.

A few seconds passed where Zelda was left speechless, looking into his amber eyes that only flowed with affection and shyness. Her heart was beating so hard and so fast she was afraid Sidon could hear it from the silent space where they were.

She nodded, then, not sure she could give an answer out loud.

The first thing she felt was Sidon's large palm on the side of her neck, gently stroking her scalp, and mindful of his sharp nails; slowly rising to rest it on her hot cheek.

It was a little funny, she thought, seeing Sidon bend in almost two to reach her height; but whatever comment she was going to make died on the tip of her tongue as his cold lips rested on hers, making her shiver.

Zelda closed her eyes, pressing a little to deepen the sweet touch. She felt her stomach with swarm with butterflies and her chest set on fire; she felt that at any moment she would explode as she took the Zora's face between her hands, sighing in pleasure. She listened excitedly to the growl Sidon let out when she began to move her lips slowly, their tongues intertwining and becoming more bold to their needs. She wanted to be selfish, to steal the last of his breath in their kiss. 

She moaned with enthusiasm as Sidon's arm went around her waist to pull her across his lap, not breaking the contact of their sealing lips. They held each other with want, with need.

Sidon’s hands cradling her face and pulling at her hair to angle their faces. Zelda, with her arms around his neck, pulling in, deeping it, moaning into his mouth, his sharp teeth nipping dangerously her tongue but not giving a care in the world because it was him.

Zelda bit her lower lip before recluntantly pulling away from him, not before hearing a growl from him. She hid her face against his chest, breathing hard to catch her breath and feeling her insides burn pleasently.

"That was...exciting, yes?" He commented, stroking her neck.

‘‘Yes, it was.’‘

‘‘Would you mind if I could taste a little more of that kiss?’‘

Zelda breathed a laugh, her heart pounding her chest in embarrassment.

‘‘You have no shame.’‘

‘‘Not with you by my side.’‘

#a #LISTEN #I GOT THIS IDEA AND WANTED TO JUST #LEAVE IT OUT THERE BDHFGHDBGFDHFG #im deprived in zeldon content i have to make my own #zeldon #botw #tloz #the legend of zelda #yumo writes #(?) #roleswap au #breath of the wild #prince sidon #zelda #listen if english weird is not my fault im doing my best ;_;

[clockwayswrites]

We all know the fandom loves a good 'Danny cures Jason of his pit rage' moment. Usually this is a purging of the water and such. But, and hear me out, I feel like ecto entity living in Jason is an untapped way to go. Best part? It can range from dramatic to hilarious.

Dramatic: An ecto-parasite is wrapped around Jason's core. It feeds on his energy and anger and fear. Danny has to basically rip it off Jason's core and it hurts.

Middle Ground: A tiny ectoentity like Skulker is inside Jason, being a malicious af Jiminy Cricket. Author can take this many ways.

Hilarious: There's a Lazarus water catfish living in Jason and Danny's 'bout to go a noodling.

#dp x dc #how promptous

[clockwayswrites]

Just a little thought... (aka prompt)

cw: bad parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, mentions of neglect/abuse, social services

As a teacher in the US, Lancer would be a mandatory reporter. This means if he reasonably suspects abuse, he has to report it or lose his job/be fined/etc. And suddenly Danny is in his class. Danny, who after the accident, is suddenly doing poorly in school. He always seems tired too. And Lancer knows Danny was injured the other day. And then injured again and again and again... more than a 'active teenager' should be.

Unable to find any reason anymore but abuse, Lancer reports the Dr. Fentons.

They fail before the social worker is even in the house when the defensive weapons (what do you mean defensive weapons) target Danny. And then there are the guns and experiments and dubious food. When Danny is taken, despite his protests, to the doctor, they find the scars.

Danny, haltingly, half honestly, admits there was a lab accident.

Now the thing is, Amity Park doesn't have a lot of foster families and none of them have room. Aunt Alicia can't even be contacted- she's off in the wilderness- and some past legal trouble (protesting can get a bit extreme sometimes) excludes her anyways.

Lancer doesn't know why he's doing this. Oh gods is he really doing this? But he's always had a soft spot for the Fenton kids. He dosen't know everything, but he's heard there were scars- signs of serious trauma. And so suddenly Lancer has two foster kids, which he... doesn't know how to handle. Staying in the town where their abusive parents regularly make the 'weather' report seems cruel, so Lancer moves back in with his mother... in Gotham. He could use the help and his mother always wanted grandchildren. She accepted him, Lancer knew, but him being aromantic had still come as a bit of a blow in that department.

Jason, for his part, really, really likes the new English teacher at Gotham Academy. The guy curses in literature. Jason is so stealing that as Robin!

It's the new kid in his class makes Jason flustered in a way he doesn't understand. Just why can't he stop thinking about Danny?

#how promptous #have at if you want it #got stuck in my head one day #dp x dc #dead on main

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There's a kid following Superboy.

He was disturbingly easy to notice, for all the kid seemed to think he was being stealthy, which made him easy to watch back.

To watch this black haired, blue eyed kid with a strong jaw and determination.

It took less than 24 hours for the Leauge to be filled with worried rumoros. Another Superman clone? The kid was scrawny though. Was he sick? Unstable? Hurt?

The thing was, every time a hero tried to get close to help him, the kid seemed to just disappear.

-

Danny just wanted to make sure Superboy was stable, alright? He just... he has a thing about clones. Has dreams of them melting. Has fears.

He was stealthy enough to check in on the other. After all, no one had figured him out in Amity, right? (Jazz didn't count, she had big sister powers.)

Danny was just going to stay out of the way and watch.

Or that was the plan at least.

-

Kon looked up from where he had been thrown to the ground at the teen standing over him. They were blocking the next blast from the villian of the week with a green, glowing dome.

Kryptonite green.

#how promptous #free to use if you want it #dp x dc #danny fenton #conner kent #superboy

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Danny&Duke, Green, Pistachio Almond

@hilariousseagoat Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want!

“Catch.”

Duke looked up from his textbook, winced at the blinding light that was his roommate, and managed to still, blindly, catch the thing that had been thrown at him.

“Danny, dude, a little warning,” Duke grumbled, blinking to try and clear the spots from his eyes.

“How was I to know that you didn’t hear me come in?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I was clearly studying.”

“You do get weirdly focused about that,” Danny said as he tossed his bulging backpack onto his bed.

Duke snorted. “I think you’re supposed to be focused when studying.”

“Couldn’t be me.”

“Yeah, I’m aware, dude. I’ve seen how you study.”

Danny just shrugged before he motioned at what he had thrown Duke. “Open it already.”

“What is it?” Duke asked as he turned he leather case of some sort over in his hands.

“If you would open it you’d know.”

Duke rolled his eyes, prayed it wasn’t going to explode in confetti or something, and opened the case.

It was… glasses?

Sunglasses?

They were tinted green but didn’t look dark.

“Are you trying to tell me my threads suck?”

“You said it,” Danny cackled, “but put them on already.”

Duke set the case aside before he unfolded the arms of the odd glasses. They were large like aviators, but had a wedge of the same colored glass on the side. He slid them on and jolted so hard they almost flew off again.

Danny… Danny just looked like a normal person. No blinding colors, no triple image, no aura— nothing other worldly. Danny just looked like a normal, tired, college student. Duke tilted the glasses down and then back up again.

“Woah.”

“Right? Happy belated, dude. Sorry it too so long but, you know, yetis are gonna take the time they’re gonna take, you know?”

No, Duke very much did not know. Voice slightly strangled he asked, “Yetis?”

#look ma! Words! #dp x dc #how promptous #prompalomp

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Danny/Dick, Violet, Rocky Road

@dat1angel Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want! CW: Allusions to smut

Danny could feel the vibration of Dick’s watch through their clasped hands. He pretended not to, of course. Dick and him still hadn’t had that talk. There had been many talks: favorite food, siblings, what genre of movie was best, even kinks— which had been both embarrassing, enlightening, and very enjoyable— but they hadn’t had the whole vigilante talk.

Leading into ‘hey so I’m sorta dead and used to be a vigilante and totally know you’re Nightwing because your whole family reeks of death and darkness’ talk was harder than one might think.

Or maybe exactly as hard as one might think.

Danny just… he just had expected to find an opening by now to bring it up. Mostly Danny wanted to bring it up so that Dick and his family stopped having work so hard to hide everything from him. Right now there might be someone in trouble that Dick could be helping— or needed to be helping— and Danny hated to be the thing preventing that. It rankled at his core.

Dick made an apology as his phone beeped with a text next and pulled it out. Danny could see the emotions pass over his boyfriend’s face: worry, anger, disappointment… guilt. Danny hated the guilt worst. Sure it was their date night. Dick was so good about making room for it, for Danny, every Friday. And they really hadn’t gotten to the date yet. They were still walking to the movie theater, but it wasn’t as if Danny hadn’t gotten see Dick this week. Danny could see Dick struggling to find an excuse and he hated that.

“It’s okay.”

Dick’s head jerked up from his phone. “What?”

“It’s okay. It’s got to be something big, right? I mean, they’re calling you in on a Friday.”

“I don’t—”

“Dick,” Danny stopped him. He raised their clasped hands and kissed Dick’s knuckles and pressed a button on the watch before Dick could stop him. “He’ll be on his way. Just know I expect him back in one piece later tonight. I’m not going have no fun this Friday.”

Dick just gaped at him, mouth opening and closing. Silence rang heavy on the comm line.

Then, “TMI, dude.”

“Shouldn’t have interrupted date night baby bird,” Danny said with a laugh and pressed the button again.

“Danny,” Dick started.

Danny shook his head. “You’ve got good to do, hero. We can talk after. Like I said, I expect you back tonight even if you have to come in through the window.”

“Right,” Dick said. He looked completely flabbergasted by it all.

Danny laughed, gave Dick another kiss to his fingers, and then pulled away. “Go on now, shoo.”

Dick gave a shake, clearly in effort to knock himself out of his shock. “Right, okay, later.”

Dick leaned in to steal a kiss before he turned and ran off into the night.

That was one way to start the talk, Danny supposed.

#dp x dc #danny/dick #death defying #how promptous #prompalomp

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I shared this on the dead on main server, but just for all of your brain itches also:

So there's Danny-suddenly a halfa- by definition both alive and dead. He is two things that are diametrically opposed. They cannot exist at the same time, so they don't.

Every time Danny goes ghost, he dies again. Each time the rings of light engulf him he has a moment again of being electrocuted to death. Phandom greatly enjoys giving Danny Lichtenberg scars, but electric shock has other common symptoms such as hearing loss, tremors, and seizures...

...all things Danny faces every time he comes back to life.

It takes them awhile to put it all together- that transforming and fighting makes it all worse- and by then Danny's been through rounds of medication for his seizures that do nothing and has a permanent level of hearing loss. (And Ancients does the hearing loss explain some of his troubles with school.)

Part of Danny is tempted, each and ever time, to stay a ghost where he doesn't feel the constant ache of pain and trembling muscles and muted world. Part of him is tempted to stay dead.

But he pulls through it. Things settle with the ghosts. Danny is able to hang up Phantom and being a hero and instead focusing on living. The seizures stop, the tremors and pain have good days and bad, Tucker helped him make some amazing hearing aides... he lives.

He gets an internship with the Wayne Foundation and their outreach helping children left permanently injured by the attacks in Gotham- inspired in part by Jason Todd-Wayne's own partial hearing loss from an explosion.

When they meet, neither of them quite know just how deeply the other person can understand what they've been through.

#dp x dc #dead on main #how promptous #just a random thought #if anyone wants to play with this idea feel free #though I may use pieces of it myself #we'll see #I just want Jason being soft and sliding out Danny's hearing aids when Danny falls asleep watching tv and carrying him to bed #and bringing Danny ice packs the bad days #and the silly heating pack stuffed animal crocodile to snuggle

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Danny/Bruce, Orange, Mint Chocolate Chip

@roanawayspoons Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want!

“So, how do I clean up?”

Bruce looked up from the glass of seltzer he had been nursing to help is aching head and almost swallowed his tongue.

“That good, huh?” Danny asked with a laugh and did a little twirl for Bruce.

“That good,” Bruce agreed.

He set his glass aside and approached, not bothering to stop his eyes from roaming appreciatively over Danny. Due to the nature of Phantom’s apparel, Bruce had never seen Danny in a suit before. Any formal or fundrasing event for the Justice League Phantom had simply had to go in his hero suit. And in their lives outside of the League, they had been keeping things so far on the down low that there had been no opportunity before.

With how good Danny looked, Bruce wish that they had done this sooner.

“Last chance to back out,” Danny said.

Bruce looked up with furrowed brows. “Do you not want to do this?”

“Of course I do,” Danny said with a smile that was tinged with sadness. “But if we break up, then in a few months no one will even remember me. You, though, they’ll never let go of you being bi.”

Bruce snorted. “You forget how the press is with bisexuality. While I’m dating you they’ll call me gay. If we break up, which I certainly don’t intend to, they’ll call this all a phase as soon as I have model or two on my arms as cover.”

“Still, you know this will come up in every article about your dating life from now until forever,” Danny said.

“I do,” Bruce said. He reached out and placed a hand on the side of Danny’s face. Danny closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. The smile finally lost it’s sadness. “I do and I would always make the same choice. Go to dinner with me, Danny? I don’t want to hide you anymore.”

Danny turned his head and pressed a kiss to Bruce’s palm. “Okay, let’s go give Gotham a show.”

#dp x dc #Danny/Bruce #spirit halloween ship #prompalomp #how promptous

[clockwayswrites]

Tim Drake becomes a mini Hellblazer

Tim is determined to be the best Robin he can be- he has a hero's legacy to live up to. He has a thirst to know as bad as Bruce’s. And... he's a bit morally grey. All this leads up to an encounter that will change his course forever.

While he is off training in Europe (wtf on that Bruce), he runs into Constantine and some demonic trouble. Just so the stubborn kid survives, Constantine teaches him some of the basics. Tim, living up to his name, takes to it like a duck to water. After Tim gets back to the states, books just show up every so often in Drake manor. Sometimes even Constantine.

It's surprisingly easy to keep the secret in that big, empty house.

And then one of Gotham's curses come to play, the dead are around as ghosts, and only Tim has any idea what's going on. Problem is, he'd rather the Bats never knew what he knew. Problem is, he might have to pull a John and sell his soul to win.

He hopes the Ghost King is a good master.

Some added possible bonuses:

Constantine has no clue that his mini Hellblazer Tim is a Bat or he would have never.

Tim has been using his powers this whole time- being able to portal and literally become one with the shadows, but it just works for a Bat Mood™️ so no one catches on.

Tim has tattoos like John for powers, but they're the invisible UV ones so they're not visible when he's getting his check overs as Robin/RR.

Possible scenes:

• A cult shows up in Gotham, of course, and the Bats are doing their investigation and find what they think is the home base and Tim's tracker is there. And he's not answering his comms. He's supposed to be resting, he's sick. All hands on deck panic. The Bats roll up ready for a fight just in time to see Tim, covered in blood and a little glass eyed, walking out of the building. Inside is a bloodbath. They are think Tim is traumatized from the obvious demon summoning that went really really badly. Tim is just so fucking tired from using magic and wants to sleep for a week, but sure, the cover story works, so he leans into it. Really annoying how Dick won't stop hugging him though.

• Constantine, trying to avoid his job trapped in Hell, again, sends his apprentice to meet with the Justice League. To bad he didn't give the apprentice a heads up because suddenly Tim is summoned/portaled into the Watchtower. And ho-shit guess that cat is out of the bag now! Not that he's willing to explain anything.

#more fics I don't have time to write so have a prompt #doesn't have to go crossover #dp x dc #or not #dc comics #could go tim/danny if one wants too #let Tim be a menace to the JL #tim drake #how promptous

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Red, Mockingbird, Danny & Dick

@ailithnight

Dick sat in the audience, paper bag of popcorn on his lap, pretending to talk about the performances and joke with Tim. Pretending to smile.

Pretending not to be tense.

Pretending not to be thinking back to that day as he watched the black haired, blue eyed, tanned skin kid preform under the bright big top lights.

The popcorn bag crinkled under his grip and he made himself relax his hands.

Tim shot him a look that he ignored. He had said that he could take this mission, that he would be fine, and he was determined to make sure that was true. He could handle going to the circus. He could handle it. He had the best expertise to try and figure out what was off about the Circus Gothica. He just…

He just hadn’t expected there to be a black haired, blue eyed, tanned skin kid performing acrobatics.

He hadn’t expected the sight to hurt that much.

The kid completed a flip off the trapeze, diving in a way that made the audience gasp before he caught another bar and effortlessly flew through the air to a safe landing.

Dick smacked Tim’s hand. He needed Tim to notice too, to collaborate what Dick was seeing.

The kid’s eyes weren’t the focused, proud gaze of a performer. No, those blue eyes were glassy, dull, …lifeless.

Dick was pretty sure they had just found their first clue.

-

Feel free to use this as a prompt or expand on it!

#dp x dc #prompalomp #how promptous #dp x dc prompt

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Danny/Duke, Indigo, Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

@fractal-thoughts @kayatash Combined these two since the flavors went so well together! Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want!

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

A soft smile broke out across Danny’s face as the words drifting across the previously silent roof top.

“No I’m not,” Danny called back.

He listened to the footsteps crunching across the old asphalt roof towards him. They stopped by his head and Danny tilted it back to smile up at Duke. Duke who was trying to look stern but couldn’t seem to help the smile pulling at his lips.

“No, you won’t. Do you know how much I hate you for never getting sick?”

“I do, you said it a lot when you caught that flu that was going around in fall,” Danny said.

He rolled a little to make room on the blanket that he had spread out on the roof of their dorm. Duke huffed, clearly amused, but settled into the spot. Danny rolled back until he was half on top of Duke, who grumbled but wrapped an arm around Danny.

“Why are you out here again?” Duke asked.

Danny rolled his eyes, just like he did every time Duke joined him on the roof. “I’m stargazing.”

“It’s Gotham, you can’t see the stars,” Duke pointed out, just like he did every time.

“I can pretend.”

“Yeah? And what does pretending get you?”

Danny grinned. “Apparently cuddling with my boyfriend for warmth.”

Duke hummed. “Yeah, okay, that’s not a bad deal. Can I play pretend too?”

“You know, I think it’s pretty essential that you do.”

Duke just laughed and Danny leaned in to silence the noise with a kiss.

#dp x dc #Danny/Duke #prompalomp #how promptous

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Danny/Red Hood, Cold

@ohlooh

The world was full of weird. Good weird, bad weird, just plain weird weird… it was everywhere if you knew where to look. In Gotham, a person didn’t really have to look very far or hard to find it. Weird was in Gotham’s bones. It was in Gotham’s water and soil and souls. Gotham was weird, all the sorts of weird.

Red Hood had seen more than his fair share of weird. He had added to the weird. At this point, he was pretty sure that the weird was in his own bones, beaten into them by a crowbar and saturated from his time in Gotham’s soil.

He wasn’t sure about his soul.

He didn’t know if he had one left.

Finding his mechanic, barefoot and in his boxers, stood out in the light snowfall in front of his shop wasn’t a weird that Jason was expecting.

Now, Danny being weird was expected. Jason had known that Danny was weird from the first moment he had met the man. Mostly Danny was a good weird, rarely a bad weird, but always weird weird. The thing about Danny, his weird was a different sort of weird than Gotham.

It made Danny standout.

Taking Danny in as his mechanic had been as much for Red Hood’s benefit as for Danny’s— at least Jason could protect him like this.

It was never good to standout in Gotham.

Jason walked his bike the rest of the way towards Danny, not that the guy seemed to notice. All of his attention was on the snowflakes gathering, slightly melting, in his palm. They clung to his hair, like scattered stars, dusted across his freckled shoulders, and caught on Danny’s scars. Caught on messily healed burns, jagged stab wounds, and the large, gruesome Y that crossed his chest.

“Danny?”

Of course no response. That would be too easy for the shit show tonight had been.

Jason parked his bike inside the open garage and then came back. He waved a hand in front of Danny’s face. Touching Danny was always a gamble, much less when he wasn’t aware. Jason had been bitten for it before and very thankful for the leather he wore as Red Hood. The fucker had sharp teeth. He supposed at least he had them on right then too.

Telegraphing his movement as much as possible, Jason rested a hand over Danny’s.

“Fuck! You’re freezing Danny! How long have you been standing out here like this?” Jason snapped. He rubbed his hands up and down Danny’s frozen shoulder’s trying to work some heat into him.

“Hood?”

“Yeah, me, you fucking— what are you doing out here like this, you’re freezing!”

“I know… Hood… I know. I can…” Finally Danny looked up from his hands, eyes wide. Not just wide, terrified. He leaned in, whispering like it was a secret. “I can feel the cold. They really did it, didn’t they? They took it from me.”

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Civvie Danny/Jason, Fluffy

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“Um, I’m sorry,” a voice said, interrupting Jason’s reading. He looked up into deep blue eyes mostly hidden under unruly bangs. Jason idly wondered if the other was growing it out for a mohawk with the way the sides were shaved or if they just liked having the gangs to hide behind. “Can I share your table? It’s just that…”

They pulled their hand away from rubbing nervously at the back of their neck to motion at the library around them. It had gotten busy while Jason has been reading. There really were no open tables, though there were other seats. That made Jason curious, but weary. Between his size and his fame as a Wayne, people usually avoided him as the first choice to bother. That, or the bee-lined to him in hopes to get in his good graces.

Still, they seemed more apologetic than fame hungry. Jason gave a little shrug and reached out to pull in his spread of books a little. “Sure.”

“Thanks,” they said, gratefully, and sank heavily into the seat. “Most of the tables with plugs are full up and my laptop only pretends to be portable with the shit battery life it has. Wow, sorry, you so do not care about that. I’m only like, day two and a half of no sleep and my mouth tends to go off on its own… as you’re hearing right now. I should really just shut up.”

Their cheeks were bright red as they practically hid behind the truly ancient behemoth of a laptop. It made the freckles that had been nearly invisible on their tan skin before stand out like constellations.

“Hey, it’s fine, we’ve all been there. College is just like that,” Jason said, wanting to assure them for some reason. “I’m Jason… he, they.”

Tim and Cass had been encouraging him to use his pronouns when introducing himself. He was still getting used to it, but it was freeing. Besides, he could ignore any shit looks he got for it, it wasn’t like the bigots could hurt him.

That blue gaze peaked back out from under the bangs and they smiled a little. “Danny. Any, really, but people use he mostly.”

Jason returned the smile before turning his attention back to the book he’d been pouring through. Maybe in an hour he’d ask if Danny wanted to go get coffee. He bet by asking he’d get to see that blush again.

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Danny groaned. His head was killing him.

Well, not literally. He knew what death felt like and this wasn’t as bad, really, but fuck his head hurt.

“Careful,” someone to his right said.

Or was it his left? Danny wasn’t even sure which way was up at the moment. He was laying on something, but he could always be stuck to the ceiling. (It wouldn’t be the first time.)

“Don’t try to get up yet.”

Okay, the floor was most likely then.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood.”

And in his human form. The clues just kept coming in. Now he was only missing where he was, what had happened, and who was talking to him. Just where, what, who— nothing major or anything.

Danny wasn’t able to clamp down completely on the hysteric giggle.

“Did they hit your head?” Whoever it was asked. The voice sounded a little distorted, but that could just be the headache. He groaned as large hands gently cradled his skull and felt around. “Yeah, they got you. You have one hell of a goose egg.”

Danny finally managed to pry open his eyes after a few blinks, only to come face to face with a truly impressive pair of pecks. The pecks had nothing on those thighs though. Danny wasn’t sure how those pants hadn’t split with the other crouched like that, but it was a nice sight to wake up to.

“I’m good, thick thighs,” Danny croaked.

Okay, so maybe his brain was a little worse off than just a headache.

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