Saw A Post Like This With Negative Outlook So I Asked For It To Be Fixed

The Disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne, and how Watcher Mystery Files solved it in one episode.

Wrote it for a warm up, freaked out because I didn't know how to end it, copped out, wrote Omegaverse instead, finished another story, circled back to this one.

Anyways this was inspired by this post right here from @thebeeswantarson

it looks like this go reblog it

Alright here we go.

When the nosebleeds had started, Tim hadn’t really thought anything of it.

He’d waved away concerned friends and family, shoved tissues (and tampons, on one memorable occasion) up his nose, and gone about his day.

Then the migraines. Oh, the migraines.

After the increased migraines, increased stomach issues, and a few fainting spells that had even Bruce cornering him and demanding he see a doctor, Tim had acquiesced.

And the result after many CATscans and MRIs?

Nothing. No tumors, no signs of disease, normal bloodwork-nothing physical was wrong.

Nothing magical, either. He’d gone to some JLD members to ensure that.

After consulting with his small team of doctors, they finally managed to pinpoint what was driving his body to rebel against itself.

Stress.

Fucking stress.

Like some sort of swooning Victorian maiden, but with all the swooning and none of the cocaine.

So.

Tim had written email to his friends and family, sent them off, and proceeded to completely detach from the world around him in his most well-kept secret bunker.

Tim knew himself, and if he maintained contact with anyone then he’d inevitably go back to working on cases and undoing the de-stressing he was attempting.

He hadn’t been sure if it would work, or if the stress of not being able to connect to the others or work on cases would make things worse, but it had. Unorthodox, yes, but it worked! He’d relaxed and caught up on sleep!

But fully rested, and also more than a little bored, he knew it was time to get back into the swing of things.

Mournfully, Tim bid his state-of-the-art bunker goodbye and started going through the multiple airlocks to get outside.

The absolute second he stepped out, though, the air rippled and Kon was immediately there.

Kon looked…disheveled.

His hair was a wreck, he only had one sleeve of his jacket on, and…were those tear tracks?

Why was Kon crying?

Fuck, had the zombie apocalypse started while he’d been away?

Tim held out his hands in a calming motion, not breaking eye contact.

“It’ll be okay Kon; we can figure out what the cure is for the Zombie Plague.” Tim didn’t actually know if he could figure it out, but he didn’t want Kon to freak out anymore than he already was.

Tim’s hands were pushed aside in favor of being swept into an all-consuming hug, and-yup. Kon absolutely was crying into his shoulder.

Tim was officially concerned.

“Is Bart okay? Is Cassie okay? Kon, who’s hurt, what happened-“

“You, Rob. You’re okay. Shut up, I’m having a moment.”

Tim was even more confused, but that was alright; his brain started working without him.

Kon was crying, and emphasizing that Tim was okay. Kon had not realized that Tim was fine, ergo Kon had not received the email Tim had sent out.

Then Tim’s brain went Tim Big Brain.

Normally, a misconception like that would have been cleared up right away by someone else with correct information. But it hadn’t been cleared up at all, and Kon was never quiet about trying to save someone.

Thus, no one had known any different to what Kon had believed. No one had known to correct the misconception that he had found himself immersed in.

Therefore, the emails had not been sent out.

…

The…emails had not been sent out.

Oh fuck him the emails had not been sent out and he went on his merry way to an unlisted bunker with soundproofing for six fucking months.

“You were supposed to receive an email,” Tim muttered, horrified, as his arms wrapped around Kon as well.

Kon snorted wetly.

“Well I didn’t, and neither did anyone else.”

“Yeah, I kinda get that now. I’m in…so much trouble.”

Kon nodded into Tim’s shoulder, smearing snot and tears into his shirt. Tim didn’t even complain.

He was too busy realizing just how badly he was in for it.

~~~~~~

Bruce could feel the conversation he was trying to have begin to turn into another fight.

Dick was insisting that Ra’s Al Ghul had to be the one who had taken Tim, and had roped Damian in on it.

The problem was that there was no real concrete evidence that Ra’s had taken Tim, and Bruce refused to let them move in without intel on, at the very minimum, where Tim could have been taken.

Dick, naturally, was not happy with that answer.

Bruce, of course, refused to lose any more of his children. Especially if it was something he could have easily prevented.

“Father, if Grandfather has Drake it is only a matter of time before irreparable damage is done. We must move quickly.”

Bruce shook his head, standing more firmly in front of his oldest and youngest.

Dick looked ready to explode.

“Get out of the way, Bruce. I’m getting Tim.” Dick’s stance was tense, and his words moreso.

Bruce had no doubt this would devolve into a physical confrontation if he did not ed-escalate.

He opened his mouth to do just that when, with a shrill beeping sound, Oracle chimed in.

“Uh, guys? I think I just found Tim.”

Bruce felt something inside of himself relax, and didn’t bother to stop Dick and Damian as they charged past him to crowd the Batcomputer.

“Oracle, report; where is he?” Was he safe? Did he need help?

“About that…”

“Babs please!” Dick begged, knuckles white from where he gripped the console.

“He’s currently outrunning the paparazzi and a literal mob of Gothamites with phones.”

Bruce…had no idea how to respond to that.

Neither did Dick, apparently.

“They’re all livestreaming, so like; tracking him isn’t an issue,” Oracle supplied, like that made things make more sense.

The screen blinked, and four separate video feeds from random Gothamites showed Tim running from them at different angles.

“…Agent A, I believe it’d be best for you to pick him up.”

All eyes were on Tim; it would be weird if Batman swooped down to retrieve him.

~~~~~~

When Tim had Kon drop him off, he had been expecting maybe a second look or two when he stepped out of that alley.

What Kon may have neglected to mention, however, was that the disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne was all anyone had been talking about for four months. There were a lot of theories, but the most prevalent happened to be the most gruesome.

Popular theory one; Bruce Wayne murdered Timothy Drake-Wayne in cold blood after Timothy made a decision with Wayne Enterprises that infuriated the man.

Popular theory two; Timothy Drake-Wayne was being held for ransom, and Bruce Wayne was refusing to pay it. Effectively, it was the same as theory one but with more steps.

Popular theory three; Timothy Drake-Wayne had been captured by Gotham’s underbelly and sold into human trafficking.

And the fourth most popular theory; Timothy Drake-Wayne was abducted by aliens.

So when Tim stepped out of that alley, it wasn’t to an occasional second glance.

It was to excited whispers and impromptu livestreaming.

Naturally, Tim bolted.

He’d outrun one mob, only to run into another one. His face was all over the internet, he knew, and there was no way Barbara hadn’t caught on.

He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, really, and made the worst mistake he could have made at that particular point in time.

He ran in front of Wayne Enterprises.

There were two guys, presumably talking about his disappearance. One was average height, the other was tall, and both were clearly not from Gotham.

He heard tiny snatches of their conversation as he got closer, pinned the California accents, and shoved past them with a half shouted apology.

“Well would’ja lookit that, Ryan; looks like it just solved itself!”

“How?!”

Tim let them fall into the background and used his new bearings to beeline for Crime Alley.

After all, only idiots would follow someone into Crime Alley.

Unfortunately, after twenty minutes Tim was forced to admit that the general populace of Gotham probably wasn’t on the scale of normal he had been depending on.

They had indeed followed him all the way into Crime Alley.

So he tried to lose them even harder.

He shoved between muggers and their victims, blew through obvious drug deals, and jumped over the tables hosting poker games so intense that the players were fingering their weapons.

Still, the crowd followed him.

Tim took three quick turns, prepared to take a fourth, and was snatched out of the street and into an old building.

The hold was meant for restraint, and Tim couldn’t break out of it without making a lot of noise, which he really didn’t want to do.

Plus, he recognized the arms latched around him and keeping him in place.

“Thanks Hood,” Tim whisper-panted.

The arms got tighter.

“Kid, do you have any idea how many ops I blew searching for you?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Was absolutely convinced trafficker filth had gotten their hands on my kid brother,” Hood continued quietly, the mechanical rasp making his words deceptively collected, “So I went ahead and destroyed some of my only leads on the off chance that I’d find him.”

Tim felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat.

“So…you need help picking up your old trails?”

“’Help’ feels wrong. I’m owed it, Timmers.”

~~~~~~

‘Timothy Drake-Wayne Returns from the Dead!’

Tim thought that the newspapers were, quite possibly exaggerating just a little.

Just like his family was overreacting.

He was to wear at least four trackers at all times, he had to check in four times a day, he had to help Red Hood with picking back up the case load he’d all but set on fire in search of Tim, and he had to take Damian wherever their youngest wanted to go.

Apparently, the Little Demon had been so concerned that Ra’s Al Ghul had Tim that he’d started having nightmares.

And Tim wasn’t gonna lie, he felt beyond shitty for that. Well, that and everything else.

He’d also been forced to tell Bruce the location of every single one of his bunkers.

He’d sulk but…Tim also kind of felt like the worlds biggest asshole.

So.

He’d just…remember to actually hit send, not save, next time.

That is all kinds of wrong

As someone who lost their father to cancer I feel this is very important to share. Please vote in 2024, and vote for those who care more about the people rather than bullshit politics.

(I don’t typically talk politics or world affairs but this hit me hard.)

I did it. Jarro and Danny chilling I. The stars ✨

DPxDC: Jarro Adopts an Alien

Ok, so Danny has a space obsession and a protection obsession (I headcanon that as a halfa, Danny has two obsessions like all Halfas do which makes them unique to other ghosts.) and so while he can get his fill protecting people in Amity, he struggles with his space obsession. Sure, he can look up everything he can about space and the stars on the internet. He can stay up until 2 am looking at the stars (who needs sleep? He’s a ghost, he can go days, or even weeks without sleep if he wants, same with a lack of air or food.) but it’s just not enough. He craves to learn more, see more. Just as Dani gets that itch to travel, Danny wonders. What would it be like to see the stars up close? Are they really as hot as a dragons fire breath? Hotter!? Or maybe they are so hot they are cold. What does it look like to see plasma dancing across the surface, or touch the gasses of Jupiter? Does Pluto have ice caves like the far frozen? How many planets are actually out there? What about Mars. There’s a whole species living there with a language and culture Danny can’t even fathom! Oh what he wouldn’t give to talk with martian manhunter or Superman. 

And what’s stopping him from exploring this? He can fly. He doesn’t need air. He can go intangible if it gets too hot and he’s practically immune to the cold. He wants to touch a space rock! See if they are smooth because there is no wind or earth to rub against them and erode the surface. He wants to see what planets they come from. What minerals they might have. He wants to know if there are currents in space. All of these things are right there just above the atmosphere. Surely it couldn’t hurt to take a quick peek. So he does. During a particularly bad day Danny flies as fast as he can until the earth’s gravity looses its effects. Until his hair is floating as of it’s in water even more than normal. Until he can feel when breathing no longer became a choice (still not necessary though). And it…was beautiful. To be surrounded by space. To see the earth like this. Pictures just didn’t do it Justice. He flew across the solar system and as he passed planets, he longed to fly through them. To search every crevice and learn their secrets. But he had a bigger prize in mind at the moment. The crown jewel of their universe. The closest star he could find. The sun. 

Danny was mesmerized. The plasma really did dance across the surface. Like a never ending performance of science and beauty. There were sparks that few in arcs. Danny flew down and played in them, making a game to see how many he could fly under. His ghost core purred in delight. His obsession had never been more satisfied. He spent hours out there. Just exploring what his solar system had to offer. So when he returned? He couldn’t just forget. Pictures and online science theories had nothing on the real thing. He wanted to explore some more. So he did. Every night he would go out and explore the cosmos. Flying from planet to planet. (Either the Martians were still around and Danny made friends with them, even learning their language, or he just looks at their ruins to learn as much as he can). And with both obsessions now being filled, Danny is more settled. More confident. And he can focus better. Everyone notices the change, even his teachers. They just think that he’s paying more attention to his education now. He’s even better during his ghost fights. 

But Danny can fly awfully fast. And he soaks up information even faster. Soon his trips take longer and longer as he flies further out. Sometimes he can barely make it back in time for school. And he can't go every night. Sometimes the ghosts won’t wait for daytime so he has to make sure the town will be safe in his absence. Although he’s been able to take more trips ever since Valerie joined the vigilante ranks. But still, he’s getting farther and farther from earth each night. Until one day he’s visited every planet, every star, every comet or debris in their solar system. Which would be fine. He could deal with that if that was all there was. But it wasn’t. Danny saw the stars just out of reach. He saw places the Milky Way was leaning towards. He saw just the barest hints of new solar systems with new planets and stars. And he knew of legends from lanterns that they had posted online. Heard tales from some scientists that have made better telescopes. And his core itches. It aches to know more. See more. Yet he can't go further. And this puts him in a sort of depression. Suddenly he’s back to his old self. Lagging behind. Distracted. Zoning out. Crashing into a few more buildings during ghost attacks. Yet he tries so hard to be satisfied with what he has. He can still fulfill his obsession…it’s just more like chewing on a granola bar rather than eating a decent meal. He’s almost becoming lethargic. 

So one day he goes to Frostbite to see if there’s anything he can do to lessen the effects. But the yeti just takes one look at him and gives him the infimap. And suddenly Danny is in a whole new universe in seconds. The planets are purple. The stars are blue. He’s pretty sure there are furry blob-like creatures living on one of those planets. And suddenly he gets that itch, but holding the infimap, he knows he had time, so he lets himself go. 

And for a while it’s good. great even. Since he can’t keep asking the yetis for the infimap, he goes over to Wulf to see if he’s up for an adventure. Most of the time he is and they go exploring the galaxies together. And then Wulf had the genius idea of teaching Danny how to make portals. It took a long time but soon, he could concentrate the surrounding ectoplasm enough to weaken it and pull. It took a while since Danny didn’t have ecto claws and would have to use his pure will. But this would allow him to follow his obsession anytime, anywhere. So it was only a matter of time. And once he figured it out? It was like something was unlocked. Danny had never before understood how Ellie could travel so much. But now he did. That feeling when you discover something new. When you add to your reservoir of knowledge. When the patterns in the universe just click. There is nothing Danny could compare it to. And to explore that whenever he wanted? It was so freeing. While Wulf sometimes still joined Danny’s adventures, Danny did most of his explorations by himself. 

He meets various planets and aliens. So many different cultures. He learns thousands of languages. Tries all kinds of foods (and it’s a good thing his ghost self has an iron stomach and he’s basically poison resistant.) even found a whole comet where blood blossoms grew. (Which he most definitely avoided). And wasn’t that fascinating? To find out they were from space. 

And then during his travels one day he met a space alien starfish. 

It was actually a funny story. A meteor shower was about to attack a planet of talking blue monkey creatures with 4 arms. Danny immediately started diverting them and was soon joined by some lantern corps (which his inner fanboy wanted to talk to so bad.). And a tiny starfish in a…Robin uniform? Oh and the starfish could apparently do martial arts which was interesting to watch him karate chop a meteor. He could also talk directly into Danny’s head which the halfa found more interesting. So they got to talking and apparently his name was Jarro. He seemed to be helping the lantern corps as a ‘proxy from earth’ to make better use of his skills. 

Danny would run into Jarro a few more times. Sometimes he was with Lanterns and sometimes he would just be exploring the galaxies. They started forming a pretty strong friendship and Danny would start seeking out the starfish alien to travel with him. He knew all kinds of space facts. Apparently he had an eidetic memory. When they explored, sometimes Jarro would just stick to part of Danny. Wrapped around his arm, his waist, sometimes just sticking to his back like a strange backpack. But they always had fun.

So Danny was happy. He could fulfill both obsessions and got a space pal. Everything was great!

Until the GIW caught him. 

It would probably be the worst day of his life.  There was an explosion in the lab. Something set up by them after they realized Danny frequented that place often. So they set a trap and blew it up. Thankfully, Jazz was at college during this but both his parents were home. When the explosion went off, Danny had tried putting a Barrier around them all. It took everything he had to maintain it. That’s how they found out he was phantom. Danny had a few moments where his parents said they accepted him but he couldn’t hold the barrier for long. His parents said that they loved him and then everything went green. He woke up in a lab, tired and injured. His only saving grace being that he remained in phantom form. And he was determined to remain so. 

Danny’s time at the GIW was a haze but eventually, he managed to escape. Bleeding, and tired, and still recovering from the burns in the explosion, Danny made a portal straight to Amity. Only when he got there, it was a ghost town. Streets were empty, buildings were boarded up. Even the Nasty Burger was deserted. As for his house, there was nothing but a crater left and some scattered debris. Danny looked everywhere but there was no one. No Jazz. No Sam. No Tucker. No one. and he was tired. And everything hurt, and he needed a friend. Someone he could trust. So in a daze he made a portal and tried to just project safe. Safe safe safe. Somewhere he knew he would be protected. And so Jarro got a surprise when his space buddy suddenly popped out of a green portal, bleeding green and clearly passed out. He didn't know what to do. He didn’t know how to help him. But Jarro knew someone who would. 

So with a speed never before seen from a tiny starfish, he flew to earth. Bringing his friend straight to his father. Because surely batman could help!

And with his appearance, the green blood, the knowledge of space facts. The lack of wanting to talk about where he came from (and the nightmares crying out for his parents). This is how the bats became convinced that Jarro brought them an injured alien. 

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Prompt 126

You know what would be hilarious? 

Constantine comes into one of those meetings as he sometimes does every blue moon. Though the proper word would be storms into a meeting and practically slams a whole stack of papers down. “Can someone bloody explain to me why the American-fucking-government is trying to go to war with the fucking Infinite Realms?!” 

The Justice League is of course alarmed and confused- and also John weren’t you in Hell?! Yeah, he was, where the fuck do you think he found out about this? 

Now if you’ll excuse him he’s going back to the House of Mysteries with his now haunted trench coat. John, John Constantine what the fuck do you mean by that? No don’t just leave, don’t leave this mess just for them- JOHN! 

Duke can see ghosts, but he keeps it quiet.

Martha and Thomas Wayne? He's met them, personally. Shook their hands.

Duke has known since his powers manifested that he can see ghosts and interact with them. The ones on both the visible spectrum for the living and those that are not, like Martha and Thomas.

He hasn't told Bruce, though.

Martha and Thomas don't want him to feel like he's being watched all the time in his own house, they know how their son gets.

Point is, Duke knows a ghost when he sees one.

So when he goes to school and sees a new kid on the campus, he knows this kid is both on the visible spectrum for the living, and also is very, very dead.

Poor kid just doesn't realize it yet.

Duke sets out to make the dead kid feel at peace so he can move on or at least accept what happened to him.

Danny's just startled that this random guy decided to not only befriend him on his first day of school, but in ghost terms, is declaring his undying love for him.

The MMM really be acting like proud parents with Billy when he bites a cop and the JL and JLD are standing off in the distance horrified

Prompt 119

Another divine twitch chat Au? Another divine twitch chat Au. With a bit of a twist. 

Billy would like to say it is in fact not his fault. It’s really not. Who hits someone with magic they obviously don’t know how to use? Well okay maybe he had done that before, but it’s not like he ever did it around other people where they could get hit! 

But someone was an idiot and now he’s here, as his normal ten-year old self kicking his legs while sitting in the Watchtower as the others argued. Apparently the League thinks he’s been de-aged, which is good as his secret isn’t out. 

The uh, issue is that something about the spell might have um, partially manifested the gods- or as he called them the Mediterranean Magic Men, if only because of how annoyed it made Zeus. Now everyone can see the chat that’s usually only visible to him and apparently it’s concerning. 

He doesn’t see how it’s an issue, Zeus has been silenced for the next hour and Hercules has been dying of laughter for the last three. Oh, wait, it might be from Mercury’s constant attempted flirting with Flash. …Or the fact they’re trying to convince him to commit a crime and he’s honestly down for doing so seeing as he’s a homeless ten year old who is down for getting clairvoyance and super speed for the next thirty minutes in exchange…

In case anyone else missed this, also really helpful thx

Can't afford art school?

After seeing post like this 👇

And this gem 👇

As well as countless of others from the AI generator community. Just talking about how "inaccessible art" is, I decided why not show how wrong these guys are while also helping anyone who actually wants to learn.

Here is the first one ART TEACHERS! There are plenty online and in places like youtube.

📺Here is my list:

Proko (Free)

Marc Brunet (Free but he does have other classes for a cheap price. Use to work for Blizzard)

Aaron Rutten (free)

BoroCG (free)

Jesse J. Jones (free, talks about animating)

Jesus Conde (free)

Mohammed Agbadi (free, he gives some advice in some videos and talks about art)

Ross Draws (free, he does have other classes for a good price)

SamDoesArts (free, gives good advice and critiques)

Drawfee Show (free, they do give some good advice and great inspiration)

The Art of Aaron Blaise ( useful tips for digital art and animation. Was an animator for Disney)

Bobby Chiu ( useful tips and interviews with artist who are in the industry or making a living as artist)

Second part BOOKS, I have collected some books that have helped me and might help others.

📚Here is my list:

The "how to draw manga" series produced by Graphic-sha. These are for manga artist but they give great advice and information.

"Creating characters with personality" by Tom Bancroft. A great book that can help not just people who draw cartoons but also realistic ones. As it helps you with facial ques and how to make a character interesting.

"Albinus on anatomy" by Robert Beverly Hale and Terence Coyle. Great book to help someone learn basic anatomy.

"Artistic Anatomy" by Dr. Paul Richer and Robert Beverly Hale. A good book if you want to go further in-depth with anatomy.

"Directing the story" by Francis Glebas. A good book if you want to Story board or make comics.

"Animal Anatomy for Artists" by Eliot Goldfinger. A good book for if you want to draw animals or creatures.

"Constructive Anatomy: with almost 500 illustrations" by George B. Bridgman. A great book to help you block out shadows in your figures and see them in a more 3 diamantine way.

"Dynamic Anatomy: Revised and expand" by Burne Hogarth. A book that shows how to block out shapes and easily understand what you are looking out. When it comes to human subjects.

"An Atlas of animal anatomy for artist" by W. Ellenberger and H. Dittrich and H. Baum. This is another good one for people who want to draw animals or creatures.

Etherington Brothers, they make books and have a free blog with art tips.

As for Supplies, I recommend starting out cheap, buying Pencils and art paper at dollar tree or 5 below. For digital art, I recommend not starting with a screen art drawing tablet as they are more expensive.

For the Best art Tablet I recommend either Xp-pen, Bamboo or Huion. Some can range from about 40$ to the thousands.

💻As for art programs here is a list of Free to pay.

Clip Studio paint ( you can choose to pay once or sub and get updates)

Procreate ( pay once for $9.99)

Blender (for 3D modules/sculpting, ect Free)

PaintTool SAI (pay but has a 31 day free trail)

Krita (Free)

mypaint (free)

FireAlpaca (free)

Libresprite (free, for pixel art)

Those are the ones I can recall.

So do with this information as you will but as you can tell there are ways to learn how to become an artist, without breaking the bank. The only thing that might be stopping YOU from using any of these things, is YOU.

I have made time to learn to draw and many artist have too. Either in-between working two jobs or taking care of your family and a job or regular school and chores. YOU just have to take the time or use some time management, it really doesn't take long to practice for like an hour or less. YOU also don't have to do it every day, just once or three times a week is fine.

Hope this was helpful and have a great day.

OMG I AM EATING G THIS UP

also just imagining their second date and the cute romantic moments between Danny and Talia it’s just too cute 🥰

Also Dick about to get his ass handed to him from Barbara, we love Barbara in this house

Not Bruce having some emotional intelligence and actually being kinda chill about the boyfriend thing

Loving how your writing the characters, feels very in character and natural especially with the conversations and thought process for them

Fem!Damian (Talia) x Danny, PART 4.

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It is around seven p.m. when Batman walks out from the zeta tube in the Batcave, nursing a throbbing headache from the long day of listening to reports from the other members of the Justice League and complaints from some unionized staff of the maintenance crew. All Batman wants right now is to get rid of his cowl for a couple hours until patrol, eat something delicious, take a shower, then take a two-hour nap and finally go punch criminals to relief some stress. He comes out form the hidden door that takes one to the Batcave and walks into the manor, with his left hand he takes away the cowl form his head and with his right hand he combs his hair. He walks down the hallways and when he crosses before the drawing room’s open door, he sees something he didn’t think he would ever see again in his life: there, kneeling with his face to the wall and his arms lifted up is none other than Jason. Massive, tank of a man Jason, grounded like when he was twelve years old and Alfred found him smoking for the first time.

In silence Bruce nods his head once, he knows Jason is not allowed to talk right now, so he does the sensitive thing and keeps walking towards the kitchen to ask Alfred why Jason is in trouble this time.

When Bruce walks into the kitchen, Talia is already sitting on her usual seat at the small rectangle wood table that they usually use – the big dining room is only used for occasions where a lot of friends and/or guests are also invited –. She’s wearing a pair of loose sport pants and a sweaty sports crop-top – which indicates Bruce that his daughter has recently finished her evening training –, her hair is up in her trademark ponytail, showing off her hidden undercut and her ear piercings that she doesn’t wear at school. Talia is sitting in a perfect lotus flower position on her chair, eating a falafel wrap and some breaded tofu sticks. Alongside Talia is Alfred, drinking a cup of tea and also eating falafels, but he is doing it with a fork and dipping them in tzatziki. There is no Duke in sight, which means that the boy must be in his room or doing homework in the manor’s library.

“Alfred, has Duke eaten already? And, why is Jason grounded?” The father of many asks as he walks further into the area.

“Welcome home, master Bruce.” Alfred greets as he stands up from his seat. “Young master Duke has already eaten and is currently doing homework in his room. Today for dinner before patrol I have prepared some falafels, tzatziki and some grilled lamb. Please have a seat.” The gentlemanly butler says as he walks towards the cooking area to prepare Bruce’s food. “And as for why master Jason is grounded, well, that is something that miss Talia can tell you.”

Talia glares at Alfred and Alfred only lifts one elegant eyebrow as answer. Talia huffs in defeat and then glances at her father, who is now sitting before her, right next to where Alfred had been sitting seconds ago. The teen girl straightens her posture on her seat, she puts her feet down and clasps her hands together over the table, her eyes are closed as she takes a deep breath and a smile decorates her elegant features. When Talia opens her beautiful green eyes, she pins Bruce to his seat.

“Father, I have acquired myself a boyfriend.” She drops the bomb and her eyes shine likes the brightest of stars at the statement.

Boy-friend?

“And today we had our first date.”

Boy-friend?!

“It was going to be perfect, father. He had planned a most lovely day… but then the heathen that is your second son, under the command of your firstling, dared to ruin it with his presence!” Talia finally snarls.

BOYFRIEND!

“Pennyworth said that I am not allowed to kill them to defend my most beloved’s honor so he grounded this one… but rest assure father, I will have my vengeance over both of them.” Talia promises and then goes back to finish her food.

“Boyfriend…” Bruce mumbles as Alfred puts his food in front of him. “You, uhm, never mentioned fancying someone.”

“Yes, well, I wasn’t expecting him to reciprocate my feelings.” Talia admits as she plays with some tofu sticks and a lovely blush paints her cheeks.

“Oh, well in that case I’m happy for you, darling.” Lies, Bruce is crying tears of blood inside. “And who is the lucky young man?” Please, please, let it be someone that I like. “Is he from school? The Teen Titans?”

“From school, he has a scholarship in the science program.”

Bruce feels his heart drop, he is so distressed he doesn’t notice Talia omitting the boy’s name. With great struggle the man takes a deep breath. “I’m happy for you, sweetheart.” He finally says and it surprises him to notice that yes, he is happy for his daughter. When Talia came to them, she was so indoctrinated into what basically was cult thinking, but know look at her, an independent young woman who is emotionally aware enough – or well, as emotionally aware as any teenage girl – to start and experience romance outside of the standards of the league of shadows and the vigilante life.

Talia and Alfred exchange a glance, both surprised by Bruce’s positive answer.

“You are?” She asks as she looks at Bruce.

“Honey…” Bruce says as he starts to cut the lamb into pieces. “When you arrived home you weren’t that much in touch with your emotions or new much about the world… not that I can say that I have a great emotional intelligence though, but now I look at you and see how much you have grown, not only as a member of society but also as your own person; I have had the pleasure of seeing how you have become a capable young woman. I trust you Talia, and I trust that if you have seen something in this young man then he may deserve some benefit of the doubt.” He finishes talking and puts a piece of lamb and falafel in his mouth.

“Thank you, father.” Talia answers, eyes sparkling and voice full of emotion.

“Just remember, princess, your brothers only wanted to make sure you were safe, they didn’t mean to actually bother you.”

“Tt, so, no vengeance?” Talia deflates.

“No vengeance, Talia.” Bruce says before giving a sip to his glass of water. “Besides, Alfred must have already banned cookie rights from both of them, don’t you think that’s punishment enough?”

“Tt, fine.”

“Why don’t you better tell me a bit about him?”

Talia rolls her eyes at Bruce’s ‘subtle’ attempt of getting information out of her, but since he is been nice Talia will grace him with some truths. “He is in my grade and we share some classes together but he is in the science program so after lunch his schedule changes, we usually eat together in the school’s gardens…”

The rest of the small dinner, father and daughter amicably talk, the echo of the conversation reaching Jason’s ears (don’t worry, Alfred frees Jason from his punishment soon after and also feed him, but there won’t be dessert for him for a very long time).

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Jazz feels an immediate relief as soon as she opens the door of her home.

When they had first arrived to this strange realm full to the brim with corrupted ecto she and the remains of her family had taken shelter in an abandoned building in what now she is the Narrows, if it weren’t for Dan’s massive frame and aggressive nature and Ellie’s feral demeanor the family of mostly teens would have passed a very bad time. Jazz later learns through Constantine and Zatanna that actually they just give off an odd vibe, that they are too much to look at. If someone looks for too long at any of the Nightingales some may feel like they are watching directly at the abyss, feel like they are been swallowed by the darkness and strangeness, other will feel that they are too ethereal, like the beauty of a fae, something unreal and strange that shouldn’t be looked at for too long. Only those touched by dead, those that have a very strong will, or those who wield magic can withstand their gaze and presence for long.

“It’s like an acquired taste.” Constantine tells Jazz once when she asked him how come he can be with them for days if he just said staying for long periods of time with them feels weird. “Sure, at first, I almost peed my pants when I saw Dan and Elle in their non-human forms, but the more I share space with you lot it gets easier. Also, I’ve dealt with demons and whatnot long enough, darling. I’ve looked at the abyss before, you guys are nothing particularly new.”

“You mean you fucked the abyss!” Dan screams from the room he was cleaning back then, followed by Elle’s witch cackling.

She had laughed so hard she woke up the sleeping Danny from his afternoon nap. They had to buy new glass for the windows.

The British man could be a bit crude sometimes, but Jazz is immensely grateful to him, Zatanna and Batman. If it weren’t for them, she could have never got the good quality, fake papers for her and her family, she could have never applied for the Martha Wayne Foundation’s assistance for teen mothers and the Wayne’s Foundation help for homeless youth. It was thanks to those helps that she got her G.E.D. and could go to college and become who she is today, it is thanks to those helps that Dan and Elle also could get their own G.E.D.s, that Elle could go to night school and get her par-time job, that they could safe money for Dan to open up his bar and that Danny could go to school and live his second life happily and safe. Jazz is so immensely grateful she would, without a doubt, kill for Connie, Tanna and Batman if she ever saw them in danger.

Nowadays Jazz, Elle and Danny live in a rather large apartment in a three-story building in old Gotham, near to the boarder with the Diamond District. Dan lives in the apartment on top of his business, it is one of those loft-apartments. Every night, before opening time, Dan visits his sisters and nephew to eat something with them before work.

Usually, Jazz doesn’t work of Saturdays but today she needed to finish some administrative work and also check with the nurses the new doses of some patients; she certainly didn’t expect to take so long. So, when the warm light of the living room greets her and she finds Elle and Danny play fighting her heart soars.

“Hey, guys.”

“Jazz! You’re not gonna believe it!” Elle exclaims as he locks Danny in a complicated jiu-jitsu lock on top of the rugged floor of the living room. “Danny’s got his first girlfriend!”

Girlfriend! “Oh sweety~!” Jazz coos as she drops her stuff on the floor and proceeds to join the ball on the living room. “Your first girlfriend~!” She can feel the happy tears gather in her eyes.

Dan, Ellie and her have worked so hard to raise Danny, to give him the life he deserved after what happened in Amity Park – after what the G.I.W. did, after what Jack and Madeline did –. They all deserved this peace, they earned it – and she is going to rip to shreds anybody that dears try take it away from them –.

“It’s the Wayne girl.” Ellie adds while Danny struggles. “You should have seen him! He became a damn supernova for like a whole minute! I have it in video!”

“We have to call Dan! We must celebrate!” Jazz says as she incorporates herself and cleans the happy tears away.

“Already done! He’s on his way! He said he’s gonna let Danny drink a beer!”

“Really?!” Danny exclaims at the same time that Jazz goes: “No he won’t!”

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Later that night during patrol, Nightwing’s comms buss to life with a very angry:

“What is this nonsense I’m hearing that you send Jason to crash Talia’s FIRST DATE with her new boyfriend?!” Barbara growls at her own boyfriend.

NOTES:

Batman/Bruce knows that the Nightingales are not from around there. But it will take sometime before he finds out who is Tali’s boyfriend.

The Nightingales don’t know that The Waynes are the Bats and the birds, but they do know that the Waynes are extremely liminal. They think it is because of the same reason people from Amity Park are extremely liminal.

Constantine and Bruce are going to have a heart attack when they find out that Danny and Talia are dating.