#so sorry for the wait!

[bloodylariat]

Starter for @cloudpools (for Blythe)

Aspen had been running for... she didn't even know how long anymore. Hours, most likely.

The dryad princess had never dared to run away from home until tonight. At first, she'd reveled in the euphoric feeling of finally having freedom and independence all to herself. She'd get to go wherever she wanted, without any guards or family watching and deciding her every move!

But that feeling had since disappeared, soon to be replaced by immense uncertainty and guilt. It was starting to weigh on her that she was truly alone now, in a wilderness she was completely unfamiliar with.

"Oh god, what am I doing? What am I doing...?" she muttered to herself, pacing back and forth.

This had been a stupid idea. Mother and father would be in a panic by now. And Aster would miss her terribly. She should just turn around and go back home...

But going back home meant going back to boring royal duties, never leaving the boundaries of the woodlands. And the threat of the arranged marriage she wanted absolutely no part of.

With a groan, she sat down on the ground, hugging her legs close to her body, trying to ignore how stressed she currently felt.

#[forest princess; aspen] #so sorry for the wait! #i got an idea for a starter immediately after reading your dm reply

[sad-catbrick]

some art for @kiksxsiks !

#my art #not my oc #art trade #so sorry for the wait! #art #alcohol markers

[oculusxcaro]

Had a random thought/question and decided to toss it out there. Is your muse religious? Spiritual? Why, or why not?

Khare has never been one for religion although her parents practised different faiths. Luckily they never tried to force her to follow either one, only to respect other beliefs which she still does to this very day. On one hand, her parents having different faiths is probably what contributed to her not being religious herself - both can't be right, not when they're so different and while she and her siblings participated in holidays as children, Khare grew out of it, especially once her parents parted ways.

Spiritually her beliefs have taken a heavy blow. Before she was vaguely agnostic, that maybe both can't be right but perhaps one or another was, that there's a caring God looking down upon the world but now she's certain there's not. Her time in captivity under Prometheus dashed those naive hopes, watching unspeakable horrors unfold. If God was watching that day, he certainly didn't seem to mind when so many died or mutated, when the Mennonite girl begged for salvation only to mutate into a monstrosity right there and there. Some might say her escape was due to divine intervention, that a guardian angel was watching over her but Khare scoffs at the idea, that of all the people taken by the facility, why was she the only one to be saved? When there were many others more deserving who were younger and more innocent, with lives of their own that had so much more meaning than hers if God gave a shit? Then there were the horrors in the mountains and surrounding woodlands, being stalked and hunted by creatures even Hell couldn't dream up. Khare hasn't lent a thought to religion or spirituality since, because if there is judgement in the afterlife, she deserves everything coming her way.

#goldenmedic #religious talk tw #religious talk cw #🌈 || musings #🌈 || headcanons #2 weeks later and I finally answer this #So sorry for the wait! #This was a lot of fun to answer though and I apologize it took so long because of that #Khare's upbringing was odd #Her mother was Baptist and her father followed Hinduism #Khare probably leaned more towards her mother's faith in her younger years but recent experiences... yeah #Also HUGE Survivor's Guilt #She can't think she's special or worthwhile after all that when she didn't even try and help everybody else stuck back there #Very painful thoughts

[askthehatboxghost]

During the 1978 in Los Vegas waiting for the ghost train or the ghost car going back to New Orleans with her painting by her side going to house to house,manor to manor, apartment to apartment,and too art gallery to art gallery mostly seeing the whole world and having every single token from her adventures being with a mortal (as a painting).When the ghost train came Hannhson got on the ghost train and paying for her ticket and found a seat to sit by herself having her painting next to her which Hannhson haunts.

When she got to New Orleans then got off the ghost train and seeing it leave and Hannhson frowned,"Great.Where am I gonna go now?" She frowned sitting on the ground of New Orleans but she saw the Gracey Manor then her head turned into an light bulb then morph back into her normal ghost head,"I got an idea!" She said as she picked up her painting and teleported at the endless hallway and saw a room that no one used, she put her painting on the wall!

"That looks good!" She grinned then Hannhson heard voices then hid in her painting so she wouldn't be seen but she stuck her head out and saw Hatty with The Hitchhiking Ghosts talking to each other but didn't know Lily was looking at her which Hannhson turned her head at her,"SHHHHH!" Hannhson glared at her.

Lily was accustomed to the paintings in the manor moving and transforming all on their own. She had been living at a very haunted mansion for a few years by now, after all. But this one was certainly new. At the very least, she hadn't seen it, before. The teen smirked. It wasn't the first time a new ghost tried to hide from the others.

"Hey, dad? Lily called.

Thomas turned, mid-conversation. He had been so drawn into a discussion involving finding Ezra's collection of long-lost marbles that he hadn't noticed the clear difference in the room.

"Yes, dear?" he replied.

"I didn't realize we had a new painting," Lily said, leaning in for a closer look, "do you think she's from the basement? Hardly anyone goes down there, do they? Or one of those rooms where the knob's rusted and no one's been in there in ages?"

"Hmm..." he examined the painting a little closer, muttering, "perhaps, but I don't think I've ever seen this painting before and I've been all around the mansion, even as a boy. Best to let the Ghost Relations Department know. Ezra? Phineas? Gus? Would you mind?"

"So... in the meantime...?" Lily asked, side-glancing the newcomer.

"In the meantime, we make our guest feel welcome," he said, tipping his hat to the painting, "how do you do, miss? Thomas Gracey, at your service."

#ask-professorquigg #so sorry for the wait! #rp #Lily

[feimier]

sorry for only posting tag games recently.... if you want to filter it just filter the "⊹mutual" tag!!!! i promise a fic is gonna come soon :33 hopefully will be finished within the next week!

#⊹idle chatter #how many icymis can you do. #is there a set amount lol #would it be embarrasing if i kept on reblogging my own stuff with icymi before i posted something new..?! #but ahhhhh i dont have much inspiration lately so theres no twst thoughts...... #hopefully will finish the idea that i had recently.. to post for next week....... #so sorry for the wait!

[forevfangirlwrites]

just how about a how to handle the fame and the apologies: I imagine that annabeth as intentional as she is will forget something that really counts for Percy as a date or something like that because of her job and that she will try to be forgiven and reassure Percy about his insecurities because she knows she really fucked up (maybe even if he trusts her he is always afraid that she will find something better than him, especially at his job and the idea that she has forgotten it really scares him)

It’s not their anniversary.

But it is the day Annabeth Chase walked into Cali’s Café and ordered a caramel macchiato. She doesn’t know this, but he does (he may have memorized the date…for the memoir’s sake, of course) because it still hits him every now and them that this is his life.

He’s prepared a dinner (just a small little thing with three courses and fresh flowers and candles and okay so maybe it’s not that small) for the occasion. Annabeth is supposed to be home any second now, so he rushes to set up the plates.

Deciding to leave the bottle of wine for when she shows up, he checks up on the pasta (that she loves so much) to make sure everything is ready.

The clock on the microwave reads 6:56 and she should be home around 7. (He even checks his phone to make sure).

Annabeth is aware that he’s setting up a date night (though she doesn’t know why or what it is) and he hopes she’ll be surprised.

He’s set up a candlelit dinner to differentiate it from their normal meals, complete with the mood lighting and ambiance.

It’s 7:03 and he can’t help but stare towards the door. She’s more likely to get in at 7:15 anyway, but he finished earlier than he thought and waiting is hard, especially if you’re waiting on a reaction.

So he starts to scroll through his phone. His guilty pleasure has become scrolling through the #percabeth tag on different social media. It’s mostly positive comments about how cute they are, calling out posts they’ve made with each other and even the occasional paparazzi pic.

It’s a slippery slope, though, and he always stops himself before he starts to get too in his head about it all. (Which, when it comes to Annabeth, he is very prone to doing). Exiting out of the app, he checks the time again.

7:32

She’s still not home, but it’s not unusual. Sometimes she runs late because someone pulled her into something, or she had to avoid paparazzi. He checks his texts (‘cause she usually texts him if she can) but there’s nothing.

He lets out a sigh, impatient and excited for her to see all this. He sends her a text.

Hey, when will you be home?

Staring at the words is unproductive so he opens up YouTube instead, hoping to distract himself as he waits.

One video about baking fluffy scones later and he’s back to waiting. It’s 7:53 and Annabeth is still not home. She also still hasn’t answered his text.

The small sense of worry that he’s been brushing aside becomes unavoidable now. It’s been an hour and he’s heard nothing. (Which isn’t that long, he tries to reason with himself).

He sends a follow-up text.

Is everything okay?

If he did actually have the cool indifference of New York subway rider, then maybe he’d be okay. But he cares. He cares a lot.

It’s been two years after all, one since he moved in. He’s officially knee-deep into this.

The thought causes him to freeze. Two years ago today he’d met Annabeth Chase for the first time and made a fool of himself. And now…

Now he’s making her dinner.

Well, made her dinner, that she still hasn’t shown up to. Frowning, he checks his phone again.

Nothing.

If he was rational (and patient) he’d wait longer. But it’s 8:02 and he decides to just call her. it rings.

And rings.

And rings again until it hits her voicemail.

He hangs up with a sigh, the worry building even more. Especially with who she is, anything could have—

Another thought strikes him.

Who she is… is a famous actress…with a bodyguard.

He texts Frank.

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A/N: Thank you so so much for coming from AO3 to send in this prompt! I really appreciate it! I’m sorry it took eight months, and I really hope you liked this! Thanks again! 

#so sorry for the wait! #percabeth #percabeth fic #actress annabeth #barista percy #how to handle fame #hthf #thank you!

[talesofourworlds]

@emily-lotus liked for a Guy starter (so sorry for the wait!)

He had to admit, living in Grand Chokmah somehow had managed to take some adjusting to. Who could really blame him for that much? He'd spent a good portion of his life until that point living in Baticul as a servant in Luke's manor. Now he was more or less a fully reinstated noble, and he'd needed to take the time to get used to that lifestyle.

...Though, really, some days he felt like a glorified rappig walker. This was one of those days. He had all six of Peony's rappigs leashed up and walking along with him through the streets of Grand Chokmah. It was a normal enough sight. Of course it was. Everyone knew about Emperor Peony's rappigs, didn't they? It was just Luke, being the youngest of the rappigs, that was a bit of a wild card.

And the fact that Luke had managed to tug his leash out of Guy's hand and go darting off toward a young woman was enough to make things a little chaotic. Guy wasn't certain how he managed to get the other rappigs to follow, but he managed it.

"Luke!" Guy called out to the young rappig. Fortunately, it looked like he hadn't caused much more trouble than investigating Emily's presence. Nonetheless, Guy offered an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about him, ma'am. He's just friendly..."

#ic #emilylotus #There in a Flash (Guy) #Following Our Paths #So sorry for the wait!

[sullenphoenix]

Cont. @lured-into-wonderland

The Stranger perks up a little as he hears someone speak, taking a moment to even realize that it's him being spoken to and not someone else. "Hrm?" He vocalizes, voice surprisingly soft for his rather… serious and dour appearance. "I know the owner quite well, they put a lot of effort into their craft." Of course- he 'knew' them because he and his crew tended to hang out around here, hell- this place was under the protection of the Mob because of it. "…I do tend to take my coffee here quite often, it's close by to where I work." It was only a half-lie really, his boss' 'Team' as it was was tasked with this block and it's surrounding areas, collecting protection fees and the like- everything here was his workplace.

"…Work in Security, if you were about to ask." He glanced down at his watch. Damn it all, he didn't often have to talk with people without purpose- why had this woman even come up to him in the first place? He really hoped it wasn't to hit on him or anything, the last thing he wanted early in the morning was to try to dance his way around the 'Gay' issue without saying anything publically. 2001 just wasn't quite there yet, much as he was loathe to admit it. "…why are you talking to me?" What if she was an enemy? From a rival family or something, or maybe even some small-time gang member trying to take someone from Passione down. Maybe she was an assassin sent to send a message to his boss, maybe-

Maybe she was a normal woman. A normal woman who just wanted to talk during her morning commute. He tried to relax, twitchy free hand staying still at his side.

#verse: jjba #lured-into-wonderland #so sorry for the wait! #excuse Angelo being a paranoid mess #he's just like that sometimes

[lgcjihan-archive]

banana shake.            ♡ now showcasing: @cherrylgc​

“do you think you can carry all those bags by yourself? we should’ve made a few trips.”

volunteer work had somehow become one of jihan’s favorite things to do as a trainee. she didn’t know that this was all part of being one when first coming to legacy, but the one act of kindness from the girls made her feel complete with her day-to-day life. the task reminded her of the times back at home, helping out the elders in passing or simply wanting to do something good.

this was a good thing, not seen as some punishment. 

with her jacket zipped up and a scarf wrapped around puffy cheeks, jihan held the multiple bags in her hand as the two made their way to the next house. “i wonder if they do eat everything they ordered... this is a lot.” she giggles, slightly huffing out the cold air as they slowly walked down the hill and away from the car. the older was happy that snow had started to melt away, no black ice was covering the streets where they walked. she couldn’t imagine one of them slipping and falling. neither of them would hear the end of it. 

“sometimes they give out snacks as a thank you, maybe we can get one today.”

#so sorry for the wait! #cherrylgc #lgc:traineemission #𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 . ˚ ◞ ♡

[penspiration-writing]

For the OC ask game! Do as many characters as you want, whoever you're obsessed with right now. 2, 10, and 48

I've been pretty obsessed with the Vallen family, so I did all three of them!

2. Tea, coffee, hot chocolate or other?

Kasumi has a pretty large sweet tooth and enjoys hot chocolate. 

Mjoll and Jack are both more into coffee, but will enjoy other drinks if coffee isn't available. Mjoll prefers her coffee with a bit more cream than Jack does.

10. What kind of jokes make them laugh?

It's easy to make Kasumi laugh with any type of joke. Puns or one-liners are pretty much guaranteed to make her laugh (often those made by Jack himself). Any pranks she does are 100% due to Jack’s influence.

Mjoll prefers jokes with far more build up/story. A punchline that one has to wait for. Though she'll tolerate the pranks Kasumi pulls on her.

Jack much prefers telling the jokes rather than hearing them. One liners, puns, or witnessing the occasional harmless prank/practical joke will make him laugh.

48. Is your character easy to make cry? Or angry? Or annoyed?

Kasumi is a bundle of anxiety, poor girl. It's pretty easy for her to get nervous or cry, especially in stressful situations. She hardly ever gets angry though, unless something serious happened or her trust was broken.

Mjoll tries so hard to hide her emotions in order to appear as a strong, unwavering warrior. But it's easy for her to get annoyed/angry when things don't go the way she'd hoped. She tries hard not to cry, but bottling up her emotions only works for so long. 

And same goes for Jack. He tries to be calm and collected, to be the shoulder his two daughters can cry on if they need him. He hardly gets angry or annoyed, preferring to find joy in all areas of life. But mock or threaten a loved one enough, he might lose it. And when he gets enraged, one doesn't want to cross him. His powers have a chance of getting out of control. After all, snow can be both gentle, slowly falling snowflakes or a raging blizzard.

#writeblr #wip: hope's answer #wip: chrono xii #character: kasumi #character: mjoll #character: jack #i love this family #they've been through too much though #so sorry for the wait! #thank you for the ask!

[daincrediblegg]

OK THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DRILL EVERYONE FUCKING REPEAT AFTER ME. THIS IS WHAT YOU WILL DO WHEN YOU WATCH MUPPET CHRISTMAS CAROL THIS YEAR:

You will navigate to the page on disney plus (and it has to be here. Unless someone has actually uploaded the REAL movie anywhere else you cannot get it elsewhere)

BUT YOU WILL NOT HIT PLAY. You won’t do it. Because it’s NOT THE REAL VERSION OF THE FILM AND DISNEY IS FUCKING LYING TO YOU AS IT ALWAYS DOES

You will scroll down HERE. To EXTRAS instead. You MUST GO HERE. This is non -negotiable

THEN YOU WILL SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE EXTRAS AND YOU WILL THEN HIT PLAY ON THIS BAD BOY: THE FULL LENGTH VERSION

And you will watch it. And you will thank me for having been so blind and led astray by that stupid fucking mouse. You’re welcome.

#I’m so mad everyone I’m sorry I’m going to make sure EVERYONE sees the proper version of mcc this year or die trying #literally this song is so important to the narrative and the film is so fucking hollow without it #if you grew up with disney’s bullshit version and thought it was good WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE THIS SHIT #please. please watch the REAL version of this film. it means a lot to me ok #the muppet christmas carol #for the love of god please people

[hansoeii]

when 2022 me thought it would be fun to draw stede with a beard and a silly little curled up mustache and start calling him steard for the fun of it

AND NOW IT'S REAL

THEY DID IT

MY CREATION.

IT IS REAL. HOLY FUCK

#HE EVEN HAS THE CURLED UP MOUSTACHE #Im gonna be so annoying about this I'm sorry I'm advance #But I've been waiting for this #I already gave up on ever seeing it #BUT THEY DID IT!!! #AMD HE LOOKS SO HOT #This might be my proudest fandom moment #I love you ofmd team who do I have to kiss on the lips for this #ofmd #our flag means death #my art #Ofmd 2 #Our flag means death 2

[notbrucewayne48]

"aphobia doesn't exist"

bitch literally not that long ago an aroace youtuber animator was insulted by almost half of its community for being it

#i did some research about it and found out that the problem was principally that she had previous experience in the romantic area #so people just didn't take her seriously and said she was lying #even though she stated multiple times that she wasn't comfortable in those situations #now things are more calmed but damn #mind your own bussiness #i believe she knows more about herself than you #sorry if i offended you with this comment but i hate how aro/ace/aroace people are always left behind #insulted and rejected because they “dont know what they are talking about” #or because they “just have to wait for the right person” #or because they are “psychopaths and they are missing something” #i love that animator and she helped me realise a lot about myself #and now that i know the context i think i will start making a list and killing aphobes one by one #aromantic #arospec #asexual #aroace #acespec

[timeless-timepieces]

[ mnstcrbnll Sirio ] "Helloooooo Stardust! A quick question, if you don't mind. To the secret " My brother broke my arm once because he was having a bitch fit and I told him to stop ", you said it was May. Is there any reason you answered like that? Our audience would love to know!"

"Hmm... I suppose it just suited her? I confess I don't know a lot about the other competitors, which is a shame!"

#DIAMOND || asks #mnstcrbnll #FINALLY got to this #so sorry for the wait!

[sparrowborn]

@thehealerhairpin said : " You can't blame yourself for what happened . "

This was insanity. If anyone in the other divisions heard or saw this, it would be the end of her. But here she was, aiding one of the ryoka that broke into the Seireitei. She was on orders to eliminate or capture them on sight but hearing that they came all this way to save Rukia, her lieutenant.. Well she couldn't bring herself to go along with such orders. Captain Ukitake's hands were tied in this matter so it was best to not even involve him in this. All the silverette could do was keep herself and this girl out of sight of other Shinigami for now.

"Thank you for the kind words but I feel like I could've done something to help Lieutenant Kuchiki. I know she isn't a criminal, she didn't do anything wrong.. but there's so many ridiculous laws here sometimes that people don't use common sense." Anyone with a functioning brain should see that something about this entire arraignment was suspicious and rushed at best. Though she had no proof of anything, just the words of the girl before her. "Anyway, I can carry you across the rooftops to look for your friends. The sooner we find them, the better. Everyone here is on orders to hunt you lot down."

#so sorry for the wait! #thehealerhairpin

[hailsatanacab]

Family Dinners - dpxdc

"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.

The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.

"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.

"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.

"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."

"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."

Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.

Ancients, that's so weird!

The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.

Wait. Family dinners?

He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.

"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.

"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.

From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.

"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"

"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"

"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."

"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."

The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.

Come on, Danny, recover!

"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."

"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?

"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."

"Costume? What do you mean?"

Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.

"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!

"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.

"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.

His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.

"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.

Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"

"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"

"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."

"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.

It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.

It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.

Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.

"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."

Once again, the whole table falls into silence.

"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"

"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"

"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."

Danny's grin freezes in place.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."

"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"

Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.

"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.

"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."

An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.

"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.

"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."

"What did happen?"

"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."

"How long in the future was it?"

"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.

Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"

"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."

"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."

"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"

"What?"

"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."

Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.

"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.

"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."

"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"

"Damian, stop—"

"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."

"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."

"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.

"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."

"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."

"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."

"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #batpham #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #look. this has been in my mind for so long guys so long - and idk if its canon that the batfam have codes for time travel situations or what #but i feel like ive seen it before and if its not canon it should be #so here - how i think that would be funny to go down #i have so many thoughts about TUE and its place in a dpxdc crossover like holy shit there's so many ways it can go!! #i have another wip in the works thats kinda similar to this but with superman and i cannot wait to work on it again #there are so many ways i wanted this to go but i just couldnt get there - i wanted to keep it on the shorter side but like #perhaps ill have to expand #i just love the idea that like. theres a stranger at your table who knows you and knows you well. who knows the secret that youd die to keep #there's a stranger at your table and he says something and you know he's family. you know you're strangers but now... #now you have to be something more #oh man theres so many juicy ways it can go and I KNOW I DID NONE OF THEM #i want to write this whole plot again and make it angstier #(me with everything) #anyway! sorry love you all hope you enjoy it!!