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seaside-writings · 5 months

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Prompt #1,196

"You guys were always causing trouble,"

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guns-and-botany · 1 month

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💭 + Memory of a time during when you were a soldier for Dogwood!

[Word count: ~400]

[Cw: child soldiers in a training scenario]

[Additional notes: Dialogue is written in English, but is spoken in Higat and understood by the muse receiving the memory!]

You're bewildered. You're confused. You're six years old. You're in a large white room with your fellow troops, all having finished their first lesson of target practice.

While every other child struggled to even hit their target instead of the wall, you hit the bullseye on yours every time. You stare at the pistol in your hands. Should you be proud? Should you be scared? This feels wrong. This feels like it shouldn't be possible.

You look at your peers. Some are looking at their own pistols, trying to figure out why they can't do what you did, to see if maybe their guns are defective somehow. Others are looking at you with looks of wonder or jealousy or whispering amongst each other.

Someone claps, drawing the children's attention towards the door. "Now, everyone, that's enough! Your instructor said to return your guns to the table and file into the hall! It's time for recess!"

Everyone quickly complies, eager to play, but as you're about to walk towards the table, a hand touches your shoulder. You look up, meeting the gaze of Captain Mira.

"Not you, Kri. You're not in trouble; we just want to watch you practice for a bit longer. Is that alright?" the uniformed woman asks with a smile.

You know that wasn't really a question, so you nod, even though it doesn't make much sense to you. Shouldn't the others practice more and not you? They're the ones who kept missing.

"Good boy," Captain Mira says, ruffling your hair. You watch in envy as your classmates exit the room to play outside, and your best friends, Min and Rai, pout at being made to leave without you, but the nurse ushers them out.

A man comes in with a clipboard, and you're made to shoot the targets for two more hours. They give you additional instructions, like making you stand farther away, telling you to aim for the cutout's knee or shoulder, or making you close one eye or turn around to not look at the target. The only time you ever missed was if you couldn't see the target.

It isn't until you start crying about how much your arms hurt from holding up the gun for so long that they let you stop.

You're six years old and a perfect marksman. You don't understand why this makes you feel so afraid.

#kri.txt #mini fic #prose #memory prompt

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k05h3k · 11 months

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One of his first memories for 13-ii?

(@tempest-toss )

You were young, somewhere between 4 and 5, when your mother came home with little baby Emery. She was tired and worn out, and yet so, so happy when she stared down at the child in a way she didn't when she looked at you.

When your mom looked at you, she seemed... sad? Scared? You're too young to be sure what faces people make when they're feeling what, so you can only guess, but you can tell it isn't the same. Not only that, but you'll realize as the days pass that your parents don't pay as much attention to you anymore, giving it all to the new and sweet blonde-headed angel that wails all night.

You decide that you don't like having a sister. When she gets old enough to play, you aren't going to play nice.

You'll regret that in your teenage years, but not today.

#koshek.txt #mini fic #prose #memory prompt

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not-a-paranormal-investigator · 1 year

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💭 from lumine to N

You sit your small, frail body up in bed, whimpering as hunger pains pierce through your stomach. Your head lolls back against the damp, cold stone wall behind you, cooling your feverish and pallid skin. It's been weeks since you've seen the sun, perhaps months.

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The only light that filters into this chamber is from a crack under the door and an old oil lamp sitting on a table next to your bed. It flickers with each passing second; you can almost feel its flickering heart beating right along with yours. The flame is weak, just like yourself.

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"Papa!" you wail. It takes all of the energy out of you, so you take deep breaths, preparing to shout again. "Papa! J'ai faim; s'il vous plaît!"

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Nothing. No one comes for you. You cry out again, this time louder than the last. With each shout, your voice grows weaker, until at last it trails off into coughs. You cough into the sleeve of your ruffled tunic, and it comes away with speckles of bright red blood.

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Your cat, you don't remember your cat's name, jumps onto the bed with you; you can see its orange eyes staring at you in the darkness. You reach out and pet the cat while you quietly weep, brushing your long black hair out of your eyes and tucking it behind your ear with the other hand.

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"Corbin," you hear a deep voice say on the other side of the door, and you look up hopefully. It might be someone here to feed you, or better yet, let you out to roam around the church. Maybe Mama is here to see you! But you should know better than to get your hopes up. "Calme-toi."

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The footsteps shuffle away, and you're left still hungry and alone.

#lumen.txt #memory prompt #tw child abuse #tw child neglect #[This one can be seen by N and anons because big lore drop =) ]#[I don't know French but I tried my best]#tw illness

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divine-knight · 2 years

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💭

Something.

There was always something, indescribable, something seem before sight came to be, heard before hearing developed, felt before it ever came into contact with them. Always there, no matter what.

It was there before even the first pulse from their mother was felt by them, before muffled noises from outside reached their still-forming ears, before they felt the vibrations of something patting their mother's stomach.

In the darkness, floating there, they felt it. Always one nearby, so close they could hear it before their actual hearing was developed. A lot of times, more than one, but there was always one at the very least.

They didn't know what it was, back then. All that they knew was that in he darkness, there was something that was not that. Before they knew what color or light was, it was there, with parts that were different though also the same, even though they couldn't explain why. Before the concept of language was absorbed into their brain, they knew there was something there.

How does one explain something without words? Without taste, or touch, or sight or hearing, or even smell?

All they knew was that they felt it. They felt something, could see and hear it, before any senses were formed.

They knew people were around them before they could see them. They could hear the sounds of shuffling and the voices, and the light and colors would move in the darkness.

They were all different. Different colors, but the same shape.

Before they knew what warmth was, they felt it.

Then suddenly, everything changed.

Suddenly they felt cold, and those muffled noises became clear. They felt the air, something soft and fuzzy being wrapped around their body, and smell something weird and suddenly they could taste things that weren't there before. They couldn't see, but they could hear, and they felt the light and the colors moving in their senses as they found themselves no longer floating.

They cried.

It was all strange and overwhelming.

In the midst of all the chaos, they sensed the colorful light that was always with them. Now, they were closer to it than before. The other soul that was around a lot was nearby. They felt something pet their head.

All of it was new.

Yet, even then, they could still see and hear the lights, just as clearly as they could before.

Before language, before sight, before sound, before taste and touch and smell, they felt it.

Something that was always there.

Love.

#Ask Memes #IC #El Lobo #Memory Prompt #grand-wyrmrest

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poirott · 4 months

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David Suchet watching Poirot clips on Instagram

- Poirot and More clip, December 8 2023 (also on David's Twitter)

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that-one-weird-cloud0 · 6 months

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De-aged Danny wandering the street of Gotham as a five year old:

Batfam: hello child are you alright?

Danny: Yup! :D

Batfam: where are your parents buddy?

Danny: don’t need em. Tried to kill me

Batfam: *concerned* how about you come with us for a little while?

Danny: no thank you mister Batman, I don’t trust adults

Batfam: oh no

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #I love de-aged danny #either with memories or without #cause like baby danny would be smarter than the average toddler #and say shit that so so strange coming from a high pitched squeaky toddler voice #why does this baby know what murder is? who taught him how to wield a knife? how does baby know how to reach stove to cook?#why did baby just beat my ass? how did he drop kick me?#the Batman may never know #danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #batfam #dc x dp prompt

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ghostboidanny · 3 months

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I've seen a few times in Dp x DC fics when Danny is first introduced to the Justice League and meets Captain Marvel, that they both know the other is actually a kid and not an immortal being, but pretends to be old friends so as to not be outed and tricks the JL together.

Now I bring you, neither of them know the other is a kid and both Actually think the other is immortal but still somehow ends up pretending to be besties. How? Time travel.

This is their actual first meeting, but in the future, Danny will time travel back to the past and meet past Champions of Magic. Billy, as the current Champion of Magic, has inherited the knowledge of these meetings, but thinks they happened chronologically = Phantom is immortal. So he use that knowledge to bullshit his way into pretending he's been all those old Champions and greets Danny as an old friend to sell his Old as Shit act before the JL.

Danny in turn doesn't know about those past meetings but he Does know about time travel. So when Captain Marvel greets him like an old friend and start recounting their different meetings throughout history, Danny assumes he's gonna time travel and do all those things one day (accurately). But he's pretending to be immortal, not a time traveling teen, and so has to pretend that he Totally Remembers That One Time In Greece, Yup!

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #danny will have to ask cw for more time travel assignments very quickly after this #so he has at least Some of the memories billy has and can hold up his part of the scheme without tipping anyone off that he's a child #and therefore should be in the yj

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puppetmaster13u · 5 months

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Prompt 118

Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t-

Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into.

Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?

#prompts #dcxdp #dpxdc #Jason found lil tiny fenton siblings before he started some of his attacks #Pit latched on just as much as he did #He's a broody halfa whose ghost logic is that Tim is also his baby now #Baby took/shares his Name so therefor is part of his Fright #Is Jason a tad feral? Maybe #Are the rest of them twice as feral?#Oh definitely #Tim might have a concussion and is very confused because last thing he saw was red #Don't worry he didn't get beat up #The blood was a mixture of human and animal #The Pit when Jason is thrown in: Omg a baby #The Pit: My baby now let's go make sure you're healthy by scaring the humans and havin fights #Jason: *confused halfa noises*#Jason: I am an adult but also baby but not too baby to not adopt these smaller babies #De-aged Fenton siblings with only bursts of memories: Yeah that seems about right #Concussed Tim: But I already avoided adoption before.... :(

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ky-landfill · 7 months

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I zoomed in on the art where Bruce is comforting Tim when he lost Kon and saw the little picture of Tim and Kon, it looks so sweet is it a separate art can you show it? <3

#memory #timkon #tim drake #conner kent #kon el #prompt response #nga mihi anon cool request!#wip #basically a sketch #now serving: angst

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minty364 · 8 months

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DPXDC Prompt #28

Damian didn’t know what to think of the new kid Daniel Masters, he seemed clumsy and aloof, not really the kind he saw himself hanging around or getting to know… the weird part is when Masters pulls him into a lone classroom at lunch time,

“Listen, I know the Wayne’s are somehow tied back to Batman. Something’s wrong a couple of days ago I woke up with no memories, Vlad Masters claims that he’s my father but something doesn’t add up and he also makes me wear this weird belt, I have no clue what it does but he locked it and it shocks me a little to touch it, can you help me?”

of course this causes Damian to get a little overprotective of his new friend…

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #damian wayne #dead serious #danny lost his memories

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guns-and-botany · 1 month

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💭 + for Zayin?

[Word Count: ~1,180]

[Cw: none]

[Additional notes: Dialogue is written in English, but is spoken in Higat and understood by the muse receiving the memory!]

The wooden soles of your flats clack against the stone streets as you weave through crowds of people, all dressed in traditional Higat robes. Lanterns light the way in a soft orange glow, and the smell of sweets and cooked meats hangs in the air along with laughter, chatter, and music. You take a bite out of the sugar-coated bread in your hand; it's light, fluffy, and it melts on your tongue.

You wander over to a stall, where you see a boy around your age hunched next to a tub of water, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he tries to catch a small fish with his bare hands. Just as it seems he's got it, the fish darts away, dodging his grasp. He pulls his hand away, water dripping from his fingers, and he lets out a quiet growl.

The shopkeeper notices you watching the other child's attempt, and she calls out, "It's harder than it looks! Want to give it a try? If you win, you get a bracelet." She picks up a basket and holds it out, showing you the bracelets inside. They're colourful, made of plastic beads threaded on metal wire. "I made these myself!"

You consider it, and then you nod and stuff the rest of the bread in your mouth before dusting off your hands and rolling up your sleeves, crouching next to the boy.

"All you have to do is catch a fish, and if you can, I'll let you pick a bracelet," the shopkeeper explains.

"Mhm... Okay." You study the movements of the fish inside the tub. They're blue, bioluminescent light pulsing through their scales. They must still be on high alert from the other kid trying to catch them.

"Oh, you're a chio samat?" the boy beside you asks. His head is tilted, eyes fixed on the Higat military insignia stitched on the chest of your afi-tat. You nod, and he grins widely. "Wow! That's so cool! You can probably do this really easily, huh?"

You laugh, side-eyeing him. "Pfft, what? We aren't trained to catch fish."

"No, but..." He trails off. "My name is Tai. I'm ten."

"I'm Kri. Me too."

You return your attention to the fish, and you carefully lower your hand into the water. You don't move for a moment, letting the fish get used to the presence of your hand. They've ceased to pulse with alarmed light, and they swim in lazy circles, bumping their noses against your palm. Your pupils dilate, your antennae twitch, and drums beat a steady rhythm in the distance.

You strike, fingers closing around a fish like jaws snapping shut. It squirms, but you don't let go, and you lift your hand, water pouring from between your fingers, and you hold it up. Tai and the shopkeeper applaud, and you grin, a proud little smirk.

"Good job!" the shopkeeper says. "Pick a bracelet."

You release the fish, and it darts back to its brethren, and you look at the bracelets in the basket. You turn to Tai. "Which one do you like?"

"Huh, really?" Tai blinks, eyes wide, and he stands up, walking next to you to peer into the basket.

"Mhm, go ahead."

He sifts through the bracelets, slowly, as though unsure if he's allowed to, but the shopkeeper doesn't say any word of protest. Eventually, he pulls one out, holding it up. The beads are a mix of blue and yellow; the blue matches his eyes. "I like this one."

"That's a nice one!" the shopkeeper agrees.

Tai smiles and slips it onto his wrist, and you both thank the woman before walking away from the stall together.

"But you're trained to shoot, right?" he asks.

"Hm?"

"Well, you aren't trained to catch fish, but you're trained to shoot, aren't you? Could you show me?" Tai points at a nearby stall for a shooting game.

You chuckle. If he was impressed by you catching a fish, you're about to blow his mind. "Yeah. Come on," you say, and you head towards the stall.

Plastic rifles are set up on the counter, and across from the booth is a line of targets: circular, with a bullseye in the centre. The stall keeper straightens when he sees the two of you approaching, and he extends his arm in a welcoming gesture.

"Hello, kids! Do you want to give it a shot? It's only a ten-piece, and if you get five bullseyes in one minute, you win a voucher for a free meal at that stall over there!" The man points towards a vendor selling meat on sticks, skewered fruit, and a variety of other foods.

"Is it worth it?" Tai whispers near your ear, and you nod.

"Sure, I could eat some more," you say, and you fish a coin with a hole in the centre out of your pocket, handing it to the vendor. "If I get ten, do I get two vouchers?"

The man laughs and adds the coin to a box, and you hear a clink. "Ohh, confident, are you? Alright, I like that! If you can live up to that bravado, I'll give you two."

You smirk, picking up the plastic rifle. You know how this works; they're cheap, the weight is wrong, and the sights are off. It won't make a difference to you, though. The man starts a timer, and a whistle goes off. You raise the rifle and take aim.

You fire the air gun in quick succession ten times, each pellet hitting dead-centre in a different target. The stall keeper hits his hand against the counter, eyes wide.

"Well, that is a first! I don't think I've ever seen someone do that! Here you go, two vouchers." He takes two red slips of paper from a stack beside the box and gives them to you. They have a drawing of kebabs on them and the words 'REDEEM ONE FREE MEAL' stamped across the top.

You thank the man and walk towards the line for the stall you were directed to with Tai. He stares at you, open-mouthed.

"How did you do that?!" he asks.

"Heh... It's just what I'm best at," you answer coyly.

"Wow..." Tai looks at the ground, quiet, and then he looks up at you through his blond hair. "I don't really have a special talent like that. I don't know what I'm gonna be when I grow up. Other kids know what kind of job they're gonna have, because they're really skilled in a specific thing, but... not me. I'm not good at anything."

You frown and ponder Tai's words. "You're only ten, you know. I think it's kind of good that you don't know yet. It means you'll get more options to pick from. I... never got to choose. I was made to be good at one thing, and that's all I'll ever do."

Tai slowly nods, messing with his sleeve. "Oh... that sounds kind of hard, too."

Neither of you say anything until it's your turn in line.

#kri.txt #memory prompt #mini fic #prose

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k05h3k · 1 year

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💭 + something for Eight! Since Koshek got a bunch from him already aksks

You tread carefully over slick cement, steadying yourself with a hand brushing against the walls' cold and vaguely damp bricks. An ambient wind hums through the tunnel, water from the ceiling dripping every so often into the pool of filth below the walkway you're on. You begin to realize you're probably in a sewer system that was built long ago, as old as the castle itself, perhaps. The smell of rotting detritus hits your nose hard enough to make your eyes water, but you dare not wipe it away; your hand is likely covered in whatever horrible shit they've been flushing down here for centuries. You can hardly breathe down here, your legs feel heavy, and your heart feels numb, but you don't pause or turn the way you came. You just keep moving forward. You were told Team Orchid hid something here, you aren't sure what, but it's something that you need to kill or break or steal to make all of this worth it. To make Nate's death worth it. Nate… And you find it. A huge machine with pipes, bubbling vats of highlighter pink and green liquid, and a screen counting down the seconds with only a few minutes left. What does it do? You get on the ground and pry open a metal plate near the bottom of the machine. What will it do when the numbers all read zero? You pull out your knife and try to make sense of all the wires inside it. They're differently coloured, labelled with drawings of plants. What will happen when this thing goes off with you standing right next to it? You slice a green wire in two, and something begins to hiss. You look up to see a strangely-coloured mist pouring out of the machine, smelling like wildflowers. It starts to drift upwards in the air, covering everything around you. Again, you wonder: what does it do? Yet, the numbers on the timer keep descending. You cut another wire, while flowers you've never seen before sprout from cracks in the concrete floor. Red, purple, pink, you're getting dizzy being here. Another wire, another spray of mist and vines creeping down the walls. Are you doing this right?

#koshek.txt #memory prompt #mini fic #prose #[Only visible to Eight!]#[I did NOT expect to write that much oops]

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not-a-paranormal-investigator · 1 year

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💭 + Memory of a liminal space for Ellie from Lumen?

There are places most individuals have seen before. I will ask you to picture a waiting room, then I will ask another, then another, and so on until we have a collection of locations, vaguely similar, and they shall amalgamate.

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You will step inside and recall all the times you've sat in that armchair, waiting. Your skin has touched that material before, your shoes have walked over that carpet, and you have already gazed up at those fluorescent lights.

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Or at least, you've been somewhere so similar, you can hardly tell the difference. It's a familiar place, isn't it? It's familiar to you, because it's familiar to me, where shadows have been cast, and familiarity is comforting, yes?

#lumen.txt #memory prompt #tw unreality #[Only visible to Ellie!]#ask to tag #[I dunno- I took the prompt and ran with it in a funky direction =P]

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 14

Tim was the best thing to ever happen to Danny.

He didn't mean that just because how much of a sappy romantic he was to Tim, but because he literally saved him from his own mind.

Danny was never going to leave Amity Park so long as the portal was open.

The portal would always remain open between his parents practically treating it like thier third child and thier ability to simply make another if anything would have happened to that one. Not to mention the super creep named Vlad.

So Danny would have stayed in Amity forever, cleaning up after his parents and being miserable.

Or ya know. Until they managed to kill him.

But then Tim came into his life and fixed everything. He befriended Danny over nightime rooftop rendezvous and groaning at his dumb (read awesome) puns.

As they got closer Sam and Tucker seemed to get both anxious and angry. Were they jealous? What right did they have after the Gregor incident?! Its true that they'd both been to busy to hand out with Danny for the past few weeks, leaving Danny with only Tim to turn to for company.

Tim pointed out that they may feel threatened knowing someone else knows his secret and Danny couldn't help but agree.

Tim pointed out that Danny was going to be stuck here cleaning up after his parent the rest of his life if he didn't find a way to stop the portal. Danny had nearly broke down at that and admitted he didn't know what else to do, so Tim devised a plan with that big beautiful brain of his.

They created a machine that ran on ectoplasm and magic that could wipe information from both technology and the human brain. They could remove all traces of ghosts ever existing in this town and erase 20 years of knowledge and research from Vlad and the Fentons minds, but it would come at a cost as magic usually does.

They would have to forget Danny existed as well. Tim offered that they could run away together.

Danny decided that was okay. The only person he had left in this town who had cared about him was Jazz and she was better off without him there to get her hurt.

Tim also had a plan to strip Vlad of his powers as well as his knowledge, and Danny was looking forward to not having to deal with him anymore

It was the day after everything went down, Tim was driving the GAV while Danny flew in the Ops Centers Jet form. They had made sure to swipe everything they could from the labs as well as everything the thought they needed to travel to Tims home dimension.

Danny had promised to help Tim uncover the secrets of his past and who he really was and to do that they essentially planned to travel around the Earth being wandering criminals.

Between Tims intellect and Dannys powers they were undefeated and unnoticed. They stole whatever they wanted and did whatever they pleased, making sure no one had to get hurt unless there was no other options.

Of course they stole cash from bank vaults as well as whatever else was in there. They couldn't stop Phantom from entering since anti-meta tech didn't affect him and couldnt track Phantom due to him being whatever he was plus the collar Tim had helped Danny design that covered up his ecto-signature.

They lived like this for over a year, breaking in to abandoned places, having waterfights in large city waterfountains (and running when they heard police sirens), tagging some of the places they'd hit when they wanted to leave a message, long romantic walks at night, lots of laughter, going on dates to restaurants (they never dine & dash. Some places make the wait staff pay which is bull and they might want to return to that establishment at some point), that one time they stole a $900 wedding cake from a homophobic bakery owner, lots of Fake out-Make outs to avoid getting sent to jail, ect.

They were having the time of thier lives up until they stopped in a little 24 hour diner in Bludhaven. They were doing what they usually do, flirting and laughing until the waiter takes thier order, when a guy approached thier table. Tim and Danny exchanged worried looks before the guy held up his hands in mock surrender, "I'm not gonna hurt you, I promise, I'm Dick Grayson." The man held out his hand to Tim, who hesitated before shaking it, "Tim," he answered honestly.

Danny nudged him with his foot under the table.

The man smiled wide, "Like Tim Drake?"

Tim and Danny looked confused, "Like who?" Danny asked and Dicks smile faltered

#halloween prompts #dpxdc #prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #tim drake #clone tim drake #criminal tim drake #technically #criminal danny fenton #fanfiction prompts #batman #red robin #partners in crime #clone tim has no memories from before waking up in a vat or glowing green water and doesnt know hes a clone #clone tim was super angry when he saw how poorly danny was treated by the people he loved and vowed to free him #they ran away together #danny is mentally planning thier wedding #dock is trying to figure out the situation #the bats think either danny is some kind of demon manipulating clone tim or that clone tim is evil and manipulating danny for his powers #i was planning for the plan with vlad to go wrong and them having to kill vlad. they talk about it in a room the bats had bugged and they #fight about it cause they both want themselves to take the blame if anyone in this dimension finds out so the other can escape #the bats rethink the manipulation angle and consider that this might genuinely be two teenagers being runaways and just acting out #*tim* is supposed to be a clone in this but its also good if this is Tim drake who lost his memories and ended up in another dimension #just for his friends and families responce to him turning to crime

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chaoswarfare · 1 year

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dp x dc prompt #36

i’ve seen a lot of prompts about de-aged danny running around gotham from the GIW, and one of the bats find him and practically adopt him on the spot.

what i want to see is a very self sufficient four year old danny that has already been successfully escaping for a while with just some minor help from gotham, and is only found because he’s doing something stupid while running away from someone.

i want danny getting chased by the GIW through the city, and the bats only notice when he tarzan swings by them with laxer fire chasing him.

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