DPXDC Prompt #9- Date Night At Cadmus

DP x DC

Of which Vlad IS related to Bruce

Their Bat-ness must have came from a common ancestor. And that adoption thing.

But anyways.

Imagine Vlad contacting Bruce with his fam out of the blue, asking BRUCIE, HI NICE TO TALK TO YOU AFTER LONG PERIODS OF ABSENCE BUT IVE A QUESTION THAT NEEDS TO BE ANSWERED FOR MY KWN SAKE- how do you get your children to be civil with you???

Bruce: ... I am not aware you adopted kids Vladdie?

Batfam, listening to the conversation: it's cute that Masters tot we're civil to Bruce at all times lol

Vlad: Currently I have my godson with me and he's acting a lot like a combination of your sons in gala disasters.

Bruce: which gala disasters you're talking about? Coz you know we have the Rogues attacking galas aaaaallll the time-

Vlad: you know what I mean, cousin. Richard in the chandeliers, little Damian stabbing the handsy ones, Timothy making people cry left and right between his blackmails and "conspiracy theories"-

Bruce: (tries to imagine all that Feral in one body and failing)

Batfam: (omg new cousin sounds lit)

Vlad: so yes Brucie, I need some advice, please and thank you.

(Unseen: Danny gnawing his leg)

Zatanna projecting her period cramps onto Constantine

The Weatherman

Dpxdc Prompt #22

There's a new weatherman in Gotham, only he seems to report on everything except for the weather.

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"And for today's forecast we've got an Arkham breakout on our hands. Not to worry though! It's only Harley and Two-Face this time. Harley's currently dating Ivy so there may be some cuddle pollen spread around, but no psycho killer episodes!"

"If you live in Two-Face territory you may, as always, want to carry a rigged coin with you, but his escape seemed rather low-key. It's unlikely he's going to be trying anything soon."

"Bats to look out for tonight are the Dynamic Duo, Red Hood, and Batgirl. Nightwing's currently hanging out in our sister city of Bludhaven, Black Bat is still who knows where, Red Robin is not allowed to be patrolling for too many sleepless nights, and there's not enough crime tonight to pull Signal onto the nightshift."

"Make sure to watch the roads, because it seems Batgirl is still trying to drive the Batmobile whenever Batman is distracted. Other that the weather will be full of smog, dust, and clouds as always. Stay sharp Gotham, signing off—Danny Fenton, your weatherman."

Tim is going to tear out his hair.

Wait no, Tim isn't going to do that because that means smiley-enigmatic-weatherman Danny Fenton will win.

The new addition to the Gotham news team has been both a blessing and a curse for the Bats.

He almost never reports about the weather, not that there is much to report with it staying practically the same, or being affected by villain attacks rather than natural causes.

Fenton has decided that means he should report on villain attacks of the day. Which on it's own wouldn't be a problem, awareness of attacks saves lives.

No, the problem is he somehow has access to information not even the Bats have and reports on attacks before they happen. He also seems to have an acute knowledge of what's going on with the Bats everyday as well and it's driving Tim crazy.

Is he prophetic? Does he have an informant? Is he just somehow a better detective than the World's Greatest?

Fenton always keeps up the most goofy grin as he spouts information that he should not have access to and Tim is going to crack this case if it's the last thing he does. Its almost as if the weatherman is taunting Tim on purpose.

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When Danny got a job offer for the news station in Gotham he decided to bring a little bit of home with him. He's also trying to see how quickly he can make one of the Bats go gray—or bald he's not picky.

He bets its gonna be Red Robin, the guy can't stand not knowing everything.

what artists dont tell you is that every compliment is actually 100 compliments because they'll go back to re-read it 100 times and it'll make them feel fuzzy all over again every single time

Clockwork had to finally admit to the other ancients that he couldn't handle it. But of all people to tell him that it was a recipe for disaster, it was UNDERGROWTH?! UNDERGROWTH TOLD HIM FIRST! AS. A. WEED?! He's the literal concept of time! He had the patience to do this!

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He did not. He didn't listen to the ancient of dreams who told him his grandson was a literal nightmare. Nor did he listen to the ancient of ice who wasn't doubting that the great one could easily be fueled by spite. The boy was half human and a growing ghost. He's been villainized for so long that Amity could hardly be called his haunt anymore. His grandkids were indeed statistically and cosmic anomalies. But for all that's good in the world, he had the patience to know the realm would choose a new king. One who didn't desire to conquer each half-ass rock the living deemed a keep, a home.

But that was where he made his mistake. For there was only one family that truly tested his patience before this. None of that could prepare him for the person that can and will get into his personal space. He couldn't bear it anymore when all of his robes were replaced with inflatable T-Rex costumes. He couldn't bare that the coffee machine gifted to him always poured a hot and delicious brew turned to a popsicle when it makes contact with his tongue. And the NOOT NOOTS! He couldn't bear to move when even the slightest twitch would bring on the onslaught of clay penguins that stood still in the corners of his eyes. MENACINGLY! He could only freeze time in 10-second intervals for a moment of peace. But that time was getting shorter. The longer the boy king was gone, the more he was getting used to the bridge of space-time, and it showed to no one but him. 10 turned to 8 and then to 6. By the time it got to 3, Clockwork was reduced to a sobbing mess. Bad enough that the Observants tried to comfort him. THE OBSERVANTS!!! Of all the things he had to interrupt because of the timelines being in danger, it was the day his grandson was going to the observatory with friends after promising he'd leave the boy alone for a month. He couldn't even let him go for five hours. He needed a break. And his grandson needed less time on his hands.

How was he doing all this and still keeping up with lessons and paperwork? How could he hide his devilish smile from the other ancients and make them think Clockwork was going mad?! He needed someone. Anyone. NO! NOT ANYONE! Vlad, the GIW, and his own parents were fair enough to show that not everyone would treat his demonic grandson kindly or allow him free will. Wait a minute. Demonic? Oh? Oh, this could work. - Not a billionaire fruit loop: Check. - Deals with levels of the occult: Not most denizens, but it's a start. Check. - Someone leading a heroic life without being a hero. ... Check. - Snarky: CHECK!CHECK!CHECK! Clockwork could cry with the intrinsic connection they shared to be there at the right time. The mountain of paperwork involving this man was just the cherry on top! NOOT- He sucked that tear right back in. He had a plan. He could do this! At least until his grandson forgives him. Hopefully. Now, how does he deliver the news?

Guys I need some help. I have the beginning of an idea but no idea where to go from it.

I read somewhere about how Danny bought all of Constantine contracts because of all the fighting and paperwork he had to do over it. But what if Constantine's punishment came from Clockwork instead of Danny? The punishment?

John Constantine is now the legal adult of Danny "I'm already half dead so why not" Phantom. Who does whatever he wants cause literally why not?

(Please add onto this I desperately want to see where this will go)

unironically best characterization of Bruce Wayne ever made

there is no other version of him in my heart

Starlight Toy Galore and Repair Center

"So this is what B wanted us to go under cover and investigate on?" Dick said, looking around the very colorful space theme background toystore.

There were several dozen children running around, some from the streets playing in a playground section, having the time of their life, trading with the owner with their own old broken toy for his toys.

Damian already betrayed them and got sucked into the extra cute extra fuzzy what seemed to be an off-brand of baby alive, blob aliens in another section where there was a bunch of other aliens like toys.

Dick is struggling to keep a hold onto Tim with all of his strength, considering he is eyeing at the awesome looking tech section with a coffee stand corner for adults and parents to chill while the kids play around.

The reason why they were here was that This store wasn't here before 9 months ago and only just got in their radar when a mini green smiling husky three legged puppy with a blue bow toy Keychain of one of hostage in Joker's torture on live to Gotham City spontaneously tripled in sized to a massive adult husky and process to mauled the joker alive in live tv. The sobbing hostage refused to give his toy Keychain close to his chest as he kept mumbling that Milly saved his life once more.

The owner was Danny Nightingale, a very, very tall blind man with extremely long black and white hair in multiple braids with toy crystalized flowers that moved, a frosty blue crown on his head covered in flowers as well. A gentle slim giant of a man who offers a variety of unique, wacky yet creatively fun toys not even for sell but as a trade.

They were supposed to grab a toy for analyzing! Not run around playing with everything!!

And there goes Tim.

Dick sighed as he pressed fingers between his nose before looking up to a section that had a bunch of mini glowing green animals-keychains in a circle rack.

What caught his eyes was one little baby elephant with a circus theme that reminded him too close of zitka.

He couldn't look away, nor could he stop himself from gently picking the Keychain.

A little cute button on the head top garment on the elephant that he pressed lightly.

A tiny, cute elephant noise came with a tiny sprinkle of water squirt out the elephant trunk with a tiny light of starlight rainbow shimmer, which made a smile grow on his face.

Dick ended up trading his bat burger stamped coupons, already walking out, seeing that Tim and Damian were already out with their toys in hand.

Tim was typing on a new tech gimmick toy that looked like Ghostbusters ripoff with glowing humaniod ghosts, and damian fascinated with a a jar full with a swirling bat like blob with a tag that said I am gimgim, thank you for adopting me.

"Well.. B didn't specifically have to give him the toy to analyze." Dick said out of thought before two pair narrowed eyes look back at him, holding their toys closer to their chest.

Dick narrowed his eyes back at them, holding his newly named zitka Keychain in his hand.

Part 2 here <-

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