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Out of chaos comes a dancing star

@fallen-starr

In the movie venom during the first human trials of the symbiote, the research team is happy that the patients “vitals are holding steady”. This is a reference to the production team not consulting a single medical professional to find out what good vital signs look like.

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burn-away-the-flags–begin-again

Ah yes, a pulse of 136 And an oxygen saturation of 81%

The ideal levels

Yes nothing to be concerned about there

Perfectly normal

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They said they were holding steady, not that they were holding healthy.

“Patient’s vitals are steady.” “Doctor… They’re dead.” “And maintaining that state quite well.”

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“How’s the patient?”

“Exactly as fucked as last time you asked.”

“Right, keep me posted.”

DPxDC Prompt where when Jason dies, his AO3 account goes sadly untouched for an uncharacteristically long time (considering his near-weekly updates prior to his death). His sudden absence does not go unmissed by his dedicated readers, and Danny’s always wondered what the hell happened to xXxNight_BirdxXx.

He mostly forgets about it– too distracted by the portal accident and fighting ghosts– but Danny never unsubscribes.

Years later, Danny just about breaks his phone when he gets an email notification saying that one of his favorite old fanfics updated. It’s one by xXxNight_BirdxXx, who he’d all but assumed fucking died (considering the guy also dropped off of the other community tabs he used to frequent).

When Danny checks the update, the author’s note is… a little strange. He thinks that xXxNight_BirdxXx might be joking about dying, coming back and digging his way out of his own coffin, and then getting sidetracked by revenge for a few years, but… well, Danny’s seen weirder.

Danny decides to take the most obvious course of action: subtly trying to ask this man a few ghostly questions through his comment section. 

I dont know if Danny can do subtle XD it’d probably be like: ‘so happy you updated!! I was worried you actually died’

Jason: didn’t you read the note?

Danny: you weren’t joking about it??

Jason: no

Danny: you know, I thought dying and coming back would be a lot more uncommon, you didn’t happen to come into contact with anything wierd before hand right? (Thinking of ectoplasm and his parent’s portal)

Jason, now concerned and thinking of the lazarus pits: haha what, did you?

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And basically both of them trying to figure out if the other is legit and if so what happened and do they need help (ghost powers/pit rage)

FaNASAtic: green stuff sure is something huh?

Jason hated this.

Yes, the Lazarus water had been green, but guessing a color and making vague comments about it could be done by anyone. The fact that the pit stirred with his irritation was not making things easier.

It’s a time honoured fanficb tradition to vague-post about the traumatic and weird shit that’s kept you from writing when you make an update after a long time, but having one of the like 15 people who had bookmarked and subscribed to his story coming forward with a possibly similar experience was both unlikely, and horrifying.

Because what if he isn’t just joking. What if Jason isn’t alone in what the pit made him into? What it made him feel.

Only one way to find out.

xXxNight_BirdxXx: horrible color. wish shit didn’t happen when my eyes look like that.

Vague as well, but depending on how NASA-guy answers the charade will be over or Jason can keep being vague until there is some mistake.

FaNASAtic: oof yeah. things got pretty hard for a while when it flared up. even got banned from handling glassware for life. I’ve had it under control for a few years now tho.

A few messages more and Jason was sure that firstly, this guy definitely had gone through what he had, and secondly, it was wonderfull how easy some people are to track when they link to their social media and vaguepost about their day-to-day because he definitely went to Gotham U for engineering now.

xXxNight_BirdxXx: meet tomorrow at 11 in the Cafe next to the shitty statue you complained about a week ago. We gotta talk.

Danny: how the fuck am i even going to recognise Nightbird?

[jason fucking todd shows up]

Danny, who reads obituaries for fun: oh.

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…. More dp x dc because brain rot

So Danny ends up homeless in Gotham after a revival to his parents gone wrong and is trying his best to stay out of the bats way. Unfortunately the kid has the worst luck and an even worst hero complex so when he stumbles across a mugging he can’t help but jump in.

It’s only after he K.O.ed the mugger that he looking up and saw the civilian he saved looking at him and in a split second of panic just faded from visibility. I mean who’s gonna believe the guy if he says his rescuer just fu/king upped and vanished.

It worked out tho. So much in fact that when Danny once again found himself jumping in to trouble before he can think he just decides to disappear after.

This happens so much that people start to take notice and the conclusion they come to? A ghost. More specifically a 13-14 y/o ghost with black hair and blue eyes. More specifically the ghost of the black haired, blue eyed, Wayne kid that died when he was 13. 

Yep! Gotham comes to the conclusion that Jason Todd has come back as a ghost to protect the streets of Gotham!!

Now obviously this gets to Bruce who knows this isn’t the case because Jason is over in crime alleys right now hopefully not going on a murder spree again so he’s gotta find out who this is and preferably before Jason hears about this.

In his defense, it's not Danny's fault.

He and his bleeding heart just couldn't walk away or turn a blind eye when someone was in danger.

He and his 3 brain cells just couldn't help but panic when he realized the civilians were staring at him.

No one should stare at him. No one should look at him. He needs to keep his head down. Draw no attention. Stay hidden. They're looking for him. They'll find him. They'll put him back on the table.

Okay, he panicked. But it's not his fault!

And then people jumped to their own conclusions.

And now Danny is impersonating a dead kid. Er, a different dead kid. A dead rich kid. Maybe dead kid?

It's a maybe because Danny is here, standing at the very humble grave of one Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Once he learned about the public theory, he wanted to apologize. So he did some digging (heh) and found the right grave and came to do just that.

But the grave is empty.

Danny doesn't know how he knows that, but it's intrinsic. There is no body in this grave.

But he also, somehow, knows it belongs to someone. Not in an abstract sense like 'every grave must belong to someone'.

No, Danny can feel that this is some ghost's final resting place. It's not a memorial or a shrine either. Not just some symbolic thing. Danny has seen those. Felt those. They're different. This is a grave. Kinda like that metal hole in the wall is his own.

And ghosts don't get attached to graves that aren't theirs. It's a faux pas. So the ghost attached to this grave is definitely Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. And therefore this is where his body should be. But it's not here. And something about the ghost attached to it feels different. Almost an ache familiar. And Danny doesn't understand why. He wants to understand.

If this was Amity, if Danny could still go home (his thoughts stutter over the idea of home, not quite knowing anymore which side of the swirling green vortex home is supposed to be on) he'd just go ask one of the ghosts about it. Pandora knew almost everything. Before, they'd been doing bi-weekly get together for various forms of training. Everything from fighting to ghost society. It was cool and fun and helpful. Danny misses it.

And what Pandora didn't know, Frostbite usually did. Danny had still been having monthly check ups with him to keep an eye on his "young and still developing core".

And if all else failed, Danny could always go to Clockwork for answers. Or at least puzzles, riddles, or sometimes errands, that would lead him to answers. That's just how Clockwork ticked.

But Danny couldn't go home right now. Unless he spontaneously developed portal powers- unlikely given the new, ever present ache in his core- he might never see the Infinite Realms again. Never see Pandora or Frostbite or Clockwork or Skulker or Ember or Youngblood or Boxy or...

This train of thought was not helping anything. Danny had been standing at this grave for several minutes now. And as much as he wanted to understand this weird grave situation, he had no way of getting answers and it's not what he came here for anyway.

He came here to apologize to the dead kid for kind of accidentally impersonating him. Then he was gonna dip. He'd let himself stay in Gotham for far too long already. Let himself get attached. And now he'd drawn attention to himself. If they caught wind of his recent heroics... its time to run again. They have plenty of heros anyway. Danny shouldn't feel too bad about ghosting them.

But first, he came here to apologize.

"Hey." The word comes out a breathy whisper. Danny clears his throat and tries again. "Umm, listen man," he winced at how his voices cracks and fails, falling back to that whisper of disuse, but pushes on. He needs to say this. He needs to apologize. And warn him.

"I... I don't know if you can hear me. Usually, any ghost can hear what goes on at their graves." Danny can still hear the gentle electric hum of his.

"But, you seem like a special case I guess, so... I hope you can hear me. Cause I owe you an apology. I've kinda been impersonating you for a few weeks. I didn't mean to, I swear! I just, some people needed help and I couldn't leave them be. So I helped them. And then I panicked and, uh, ghosted them. And now people think I'm you. And, honest, I know what it's like to have someone do things in your name without your knowledge or consent." Amorpho comes to mind.

"It sucks. And I... may have drawn some attention here. There are probably hunters coming. I'm really sorry about that. I can... maybe bait them back away. They're really after me, not you. So just, stay hidden for a while I guess. Don't get anywhere near the guys in white suits or the teal and orange jumpsuits. S'long as you don't get too close, you should be fine. Gotham's got enough ambient ecto to keep their long range sensors scrambled." It's the only reason Danny stayed this long. He'd hoped, for a while, maybe he could settle in here, have a halfa normal life. He should have known better.

"Anyway, just... stay safe, m'kay? And if you know any other ghosts, maybe pass the message about the hunters. And, sorry again. I'll leave you now. Should be outta Gotham within the hour. And like I said, I'll try to bait the hunters away. Least I can do for kind of impersonating g you and bringing them here anyway. Sorry."

His piece said, Danny starts to walk away, shoving his hands into the pockets of the threadbare hoodie he'd stolen from a dumpster. He pauses. After a brief moment of contemplation, he steps back. Ignoring the sharp stab in his core he's grown quite accustomed to lately, he focuses his energy into forming and molding ice on his palm. It's very draining, Danny can practically feel even more of the nonexistent fat left on his body melt away as he burns the extra energy. But it feels right to leave a little gift and the little ice ducky also just feels correct.

Apology offered, warning given, and gift left; Danny lets the cool and buzzing sensations of invisibility and intangibility slide over him. At least these abilities are so basic, they barely throb in his chest. Best not to fly though, that one still stings like a hundred angry hornets. So Danny, invisible and intangible, walks away from the grave of Jason Peter Todd-Wayne. Time to find a new city to haunt for a while.

Across the graveyard, a bat stares, suspicious and uncharacteristically dumbfounded at where the young, sickly, frail, scared, endangered strange teen had vanished.

Across the city, a crime lord is having a crisis about the voice in his head and everything it said.

I love this boy and his bunny

the glowing blue cupboard

the way he tries the lettuce and appears to conclude it is inedible

the way a second later his bunny checks if notebook is a food

the way the bunny directly head-on ceases to look like a living creature

Illinois is in the midwest, right? so why does NOBODY ever write Amity Parkers with all the Midwestern mannerisims that they definitely should have

like, why does Danny never say shit like "ope"

“Ope-“

“Yeah, no” “no yeah”

“For Pete’s sake”

I wonder, what's the Midwest equivalent of "bless your heart"?

Usually a “good for you” or “oh hun….” Will do the trick

Short DP X DC Prompts #138

It’s been mentioned that Jack Fenton grew up in the country. Jack Fenton and Clark Kent both grew up in Smallville. Clark goes to a 10 years after graduation meet up and meets the strange family of the Fentons.

Clark starting up Danny's worst nightmare by complete accident.

Danny, after joining the JL & getting to know Clark better: *hears this story*

Danny, transforming/revealing himself to be a Fenton: I am going to give you a five minute head start before I begin hunting you for sport :)

The amount of trauma this is going to cause Clark is frankly hilarious

YOU. 🫵 YOU GET IT.

"Tt, the Wandering Princess is not a threat," Damian said, enjoying the startled reactions from JLD members at the title.

"Robin, explain," Batman commanded.

"A few weeks ago, I met her in Gotham during patrol. A group of men were targeting her, but by the time I reached the alleyway they ducked into, she'd finished tying the men up. She then asked if I knew where a library or a place with wifi was. I led her to a library. She chatted about her brother's birthday and wanted to check out what solar event our world would have that day. Jupiter's moons lining up is what she found. Where it can be viewed on earth," using his tablet, he zoomed out the displayed map and drew a circle; the marked sightings clustered together into one dot right in the center of his circle, "covers this area."

"And you're willing to trust her word after meeting her once?"

"Tt, we've met since then." Damian tilted his head towards his father, "Remember the rabbit incident?"

Tim snorted loudly as Batman suppressed his reaction, "Hmm."

"That was her rabbit." Damian returned attention to the other league members, "If you're unwilling to trust my judgment on the matter then I can try to set up a meeting with her and the league."

"Do it," Superman said, returning his gaze to the map, eyeing the word 'Smallville' so close to the dot within the circle Damian drew.

Bringing up his list of texts, Damian clicked on the most recent conversation.

Cass gasped. Looking over his shoulder, he saw her and two former Robins hovering over his shoulder. Staring at his messages.

Dick grinned, "She's the girl who you've been 'talking' to."

Damn it. He shouldn’t have left the heart emoji for her name. The ghost icon would've been better. He could sense his siblings already plotting ways to harass him about her.

He shot Dick and the other two a glare then typed out a quick message and sent it.

"I've sent it, but it may be a while before she responds," he said to the league, "The last time we spoke she was on her way to attack the ghost king."

The League took a moment to digest that last piece of information but before anyone could ask him to expand on it a green portal opened on the ceiling. It spat out a pair of green eyed, white hair beings.

The female face planted the ground in an undignified manner and the male landed on top of her sitting criss-cross applesauce. His elbow rested on his knee while his hand propped up his head. His eyes were closed in a disgruntled expression.

The girl wiggled underneath him. Rocking side to side in an attempt to knock him off.

"Get off me." She cried.

"Do you yield?" He asked.

"Never! I will have retribution."

"Come on. Is it really that big of a deal?"

"YOU ATE MY PUDDING!"

"Dani," the boy whined, "I said I was sorry."

"Screw your apology."

The boy rubbed his hand across his face, barely bothered by her struggling, and groaned, "I'll get you more pudding."

Dani grumbled something indiscernible.

"Where did you even," the boy finally looked up, his eyes going wide as he took in his audience, "teleport… us… to…?"

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I like to believe Dick hated every single one of Bruce's girlfriends because he really wanted to Clark to be his stepdad.

Talia coming to get Dick in school when she and Bruce were in good terms: I like this as much as you do–

10 year old Dick: I DON'T KNOW THIS WOMAN

Talia: ᴸⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ʰᵉʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢʰⁱᵗ–

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Clark the next day coming to get Dick because Bruce was occupied and Alfred was out of country: Listen buddy you can't keep doing this.

Dick: I know. . . (lying)

Teacher: And this is. . . ?

Dick: My dad's boyfriend.

Clark: DICK.

Clark: I'm– I'm really not.

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Selina: Look who it is!

Selina, whispering: If you try anything I will kidnap you for real.

Dick, whispering back: Bruce would find you.

Selina: And he would forgive me.

Dick:

Dick: Goddammit.

Vicki Vale didn't even got a chance because he stabbed her tires the day before.

Dick knows exactly who he wants as a step parent and Clark fits it to a T. It only gets worse when Jason is added to the family because he clocks and agrees that Clark is the superior choice.

Short DPXDC Prompts #658

very powerful spectral entities serve on the Ghost Kings council to advise and assist the king in his duties. Some commonly powerful entities are collectives. Usually the collective consciousness of a city, a concept, or an ideology.

Two of those collectives that serve the Ghost Kings Council is Metropolis and Gotham.

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And they are NEVER not arguing. It's never malicious, mind you, just.... petty, petty slap fight "all YOUR citizens suck while MY precious lil babies are the best thing since air itself~♡" nonsense. God HELP you if you bring up their Champions. Their Special Lil Baby Boys n Girls(tm). You'll be stuck for HOURS.

You don't see CENTRAL acting like this! Granted, they are actively hiding from Clockwork for obvious reasons.... but REASONS....!

Metropolis, I swear to the Zone if you flash you lights at Gotham ONE MORE TIME just to hear her hiss-!

Fawcett is extremely smug because their Champion is also the Champion of Magic and thus super important in the occult circles

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Look i love this because all i can imagine is them meeting their hero's and immediately reacting like a pet owner like

Gotham being a regal as fuck lady who you feel unworthy to even breath near doing the Alfred stare (you think bats got a mean stare theres a reason alfred can make him stay in the house) across each league member until she gets to bats and she loses all decorum

Immediately "BATMAN MY PRESIOUS DARLING KNIGHT OH COME HERE MWAH MWAH MWAH OH HOW ARE YOU MY DARK BOY" while grabbing his face gently and just kissing his cheeks

Fawcett spirit absolutely switches clothes and hair styles whenever no ones looking like one momment there dressed casual shirt and jeans the next full Shakespearean costume the next dressed for disco though all of them have a yellow bolt somewhere on them

Central absolutely absorbed the flash family inability to sit still for a moment it's also why clock work can't catch them to give them a time travel lecture the speed force refuses to be stopped

Adding to the last one; Amity deciding that someone clearly needs to step in to parent their champion, because those Drs. Fenton are making a mess of it and the newly crowned King is drowning in all his responsibilities. So, guess who just became the official Queen Mother so their boy can get some rest and relaxation. Observants want to bother him with Ghost King matters hours before an important exam? Time to deal with the Royal Family, the King is otherwise engaged.

Bridging the mortal realm and the Zone, and without a permanent placement in space (the danny phantom fandom wiki lists six states where it's not, so I like to imagine it moves around at will. Somehow it's always about an hour away from two towns that are eight hours away from each other and no Parker is going to question it), I imagine Amity would have a more flexible appearance than the rest of the "city ghosts".

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We all know Amity is in Maine. Anything else is just subterfuge and spacial ghost fuckery.

They hate Steven King for constantly talking shit, but 9 times out of 10 he was right.

As someone who lives in a small town in Minnesota I am both deeply called out by that tag but I also agree with it wholeheartedly, shit can get weird here and also we hate Wisconsin and the Packers with a fiery passion which explains a lot about Danny and Vlad’s relationship.

I like the idea that Amity only recently gained sentience, and has decided to base its looks partly on its champion.

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homestuck, for all its insanity, still has the best quotes, my favorite being “the circle of stupidity is complete”

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jeon-wonwon

mine might be that one karkat rant like ‘your vehicle is parked squarely in the ‘nobody gives a fuck’ zone’

“Yes sir we are literally under siege by planet fucking Jupiter.”

“shit. let’s be santa”

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moirails-for-life-yo

“i’m 13 u egg”

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That might be the saddest thing I’ve ever heard get said.

Well you see, the explanation is perfectly simple and scientific.  It was because shut up.  Shut up is why.

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femme-fatigue

I’d throw it in the lava but that would be a waste of melting

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tchaikxvsky
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steelsamuraiofficial

“How old are you?” “6” “Goddamn”

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thealienbae

Kick it barak

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homestuckcharactergifs

TIME TO RENDEZVOUS WITH MY HOMIE KILLA AND DROP THE SPECIAL SCIENCE ON HIM

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triclops

My personal favorite:

time to fly up away into the sun you fucknig piece of gargbage

KARKAT: THAT SOUNDS SUPER! DOESN’T THAT SOUND SUPER KANAYA? KANAYA: No KARKAT: I THINK I SPEAK FOR KANAYA WHEN I SAY IT SOUNDS Really Fucking Super.

“You have a hat full of bomb, a fist full of penis, and a head full of empty” is my favorite tbh

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missserketisatramp
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lynchbrothers

“This is exactly why babies shouldn’t be allowed to dual wield flintlock pistols”

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heartsflush
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grumpysharkprincess

God launders in mysterious ways.

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today is the only day i regard this post fondly. and i love that just around this time it explodes with notes and my activity is clogged with everyones additions of quotes.

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fr00t

I use this one on a regular basis

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i’m gonna do some sort of acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle

Lois buys Clark a "Not to say I'm Superman but Superman and I have never been seen together in the same room" shirt because it's the funniest thing she's ever seen and Clark wears it because it's also the funniest thing he's ever seen. They are made for each other.

Superman has a shirt that’s identical except it says “Not to say I’m Clark Kent but Clark Kent and I have never been seen together in the same room” and he wears it as Superman to acknowledge the popular meme that he, the godlike alien, and that random reporter from Kansas are the same person. The internet think he’s the funniest person on Earth. Bruce hates him with his whole being because STILL NOBODY GUESSES HIS SECRET IDENTITY even though he’s WEARING a SHIRT that SAYS IT RIGHT THERE

Bruce Wayne once got called to jury duty and said he shouldn't be on the jury because he was Batman and had caught the guy going to trial. He couldn't lie about who he was, he was under oath! Bruce would think this was hilarious.

DP x DC prompts : Danny distracting bruce

I'd feel like Danny would help his adopted brothers out so much! Idk if I'm self projecting but like he's arleady a gremlin and he would help the others be gremlins.

The batfam mess something up and they need a distraction, Danny is the perfect distraction. He is relatively new and has a clean record

For now

So it goes:

Dick the reason why something that could be used as an igniter was there with the bombs: We accidentally blew up the crime scene! We need to fix this before b find out!

Damian the reason it exploded( he was attacking Tim with dick's escrimas(is that how it's spelled: Yes it is true that father should be . . . kept unaware. Timothy it's your fault, figure it out.

Tim the victim™( nah not really he was the reason™ cuz he thought fit to taunt the demon brat): I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS. NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU DECIDED TO USE AN ELECTRIC TASER WITH EXPLOSIVES AROUND

Jason the reason why explosives were there: you know we could sweep this under the rug

Tim: HOW?!

Jason calling Danny: hey, do you think you can distract Bitch man?

So while the boys were cleaning up their mess Danny was distracting bruce.

Danny distracting Bruce is easy enough.

All he has to do is ask one of his oh so innocent questions, or casually drop one of the minor details of his life before. One of those random little things that for some odd reason makes B's face crumple like Danny just drop kicked a baby.

Danny is getting pretty good at figuring out which tidbits are gonna pull that kind of reaction. And B is pretty adamant about wanting to know all the details of Danny's life Before, so he can help or something nonsensical like that. Help with what? Danny still hasn't figured that out yet, but he feels really close to the answer. So he really only feels a little guilty about it afterwards. And if it helps his new siblings not get in trouble, it's a small price to pay.

Unfortunately for the rest of the Bats, there's a 62% chance that whatever Danny says to distract Bruce is gonna distract them too. The things that come out of his mouth sometimes. And the kid still doesn't seem to grasp that the things he's been through were not normal. Not okay.

Goddammit, screw the minor explosion, they'll face that lecture when it gets here. New Brother just asked where the sewing kit was. "Not the one for sewing people. I just tore my favorite hoodie this time, not any organs."