That's Right. You Better Run.

Tim, calling out into the air: Plan Besh(we’re going villain)!

Kon, turning to the others: Plan Besh.

Bart, cheering loudly: he’ll yeah! This’ll be fun!

Cassie, calling Anita with a smirk: let’s take over the world boys.

Bruce: Kon-el, Red Robin has gone rogue. We require assistance apprehending him.

Kon: Is it mind control?

Bruce: I-

Kon: Or like, a body swap? Manipulation? Has he been threatened?

Bruce: Well-

Kon: Or is it of his own free will?

Bruce: Does that matter?

Kon: Duh. Young Justice is ride and die, man.

Bruce: ...I believe the phrase is 'ride or die'

Kon: No, I don't think so.

Luke laughs, throwing his head back. Cast plops down beside him, flower crown in hand. “Your highness,” the brunette chirps. Luke’s laugh dies into a giggle as he takes the crown and gently sets itself on his own head.

Neither acknowledge the way that Casr’s eyes shine an eerie gold or how Luke’s shoes are stained with dried blood. They’ve both learned better than to ask when on this planet, surrounded by fields, trees, and lakes.

“May the stars guide your path, Lukka,” Cast says quietly, hours later when he stands.

“And May the Force be with you, Castian,” Luke replies, watching the Fallen disappear into the tree line.

DP x DC Prompt: The Watchlist

Batman has a watchlist. A list that contains every individual who could become a rouge and a contingency plan for if they did.  

And while they, his children, often make fun of his paranoia and him for having it, they totally understand why he did. They lived in Gotham, for Christ's sake. Where everyone’s just a pin drop away from being the city’s next big villain, forcing the bats to scratch their heads while playing cat and mouse with a sicko for a good few weeks. And while they won’t admit it, the list has helped them a few times. 

But that won’t stop them from making fun of any of the list’s new developments. Because you see, there was a new list. And it wasn’t just a watchlist. No, no, no. It was The Watchlist.

It was a new development after he and Robin went on an out-of-state mission to investigate some town in bum fuck nowhere Illinois. And it was under some pretty tight security as well, so they were expecting something good, like mad scientists or evil mayors. Not profiles of the kids who lived in the town. And while there were a few metas and vigilantes that made the list interesting, by the end of it all they just seemed to be teenagers. 

Until they saw Damian. They hadn’t seen him since he came back from the mission with B. He looked tired. Like ‘Tim hasn’t slept in a week and is surviving on just coffee beans’ tired.

“Ah, I see you all have found it. Good. A few of them will be arriving next week as they’re a part of Gotham Academy’s student exchange program. At least three of them will be staying in the manor with us. Father will need you all to be on standby and to be ready for any possible scenario. Please, for the love of all that is good, do not encourage them in any way, shape, or form. And please do not dismiss them either. The outcome of doing that will be much worse. Is there more that I should add? Yes. Will I? No, because you won’t understand. Not until you've seen what I have.” 

The demon child sighed, then looked them dead in the eyes. “Godspeed to us all.” Then walked away.

Okay, they were scared now.

DC/DP Crossover Idea #62

After a stinging conversation with Bruce, Damian decides that the best course of action for himself is to pack up and run away since he can’t stay at the Manor and he absolutely cannot go back to the League.

Which…leaves him two choices: either go off by himself or….

Sigh.

• • •

Damian glared at his reflection in a window as he impatiently listened to the dial sound that came from the payphone he stood at. He hitched the collar of his jacket higher as he discreetly glanced around him.

He didn’t have many options left after he decided to leave the Manor and the Waynes’ (it was for the best) if he had, Damian wouldn’t have dared to contact him.

Maybe it was just the anxiety and fear that he would also turn his back against Damian

Finally, just as Damian was about to slam the phone back into its place, a voice spoke. A familiar one that made his face scrunch up.

“Fenton household. This is Danny speaking.”

“Tsk. Hello, Danyal.”

Damian jerked the phone away from his ear as a harsh static sound erupted from it but it disappeared just as quickly as it came, a silence taking over the filled Damian with anxiety anticipation.

“Oh. Hello, Damian. Been a bit hasn’t it?”

A bit is a light way to say it.

“It has.” Damian took a moment to check his surroundings again.

“Uh huh. So, why are you calling me? I didn’t think the heir would wish to speak to the little ol’ spare.” The words in on themselves were harsh and cruel, but there was a lightness to the way Danyal spoke which made Damian’s chest both loosen and tighten simultaneously.

He opened his mouth to answer but couldn’t find himself able to do so, instead making a soft choked sound as he tried to inhale discreetly but it came off too sharp. The phone made a crackling sound as the two brewed in the silence.

“…Damian? Are you okay?” Danyal voice finally broke through hesitantly, a mixture of unsureness and surprise concern hidden in the layers of his tone and the general poor condition this payphone was in. “What happened? Aren’t you supposed to be with Bruce?”

The mention of Bruce Father, Damian couldn’t stop the soft keening sound that escape him. He clasped his hand over his mouth but it was too late, Danyal had heard it.

“Damian- Brother. What the hell happened?” The words were harsher this time but they were not directed towards Damian, who didn’t flush in embarrassment at the moment of weakness as he took a breath to recollect himself.

“The League is gone, Grandfather is dead, and…I did not meet Father’s expectations.” Damian summarized quickly, unsure how much Danyal knew since he hasn’t been with the League in years.

It was silent for a moment. “I see.” Danyal replied in a neutral tone before growing quiet again, the static seemed to return but softer and more in the background.

“Brother, where are you?” Damian could hear the sound of his brother shuffling around as if looking for something and a feeling of relief hope swelled inside him as he swiftly recited his location.

PERCY was confused too. I mean he was upset but he was also confused.

Nothing will be as funny as the utter confusion in Ares, Annabeth, and Grover’s faces when Percy challenged Ares to single combat

I would love to see this in a fic. If ANYONE finds something like this, spill the names. Don’t be shy. I will MAKE an account for that sight if I don’t have one already.

ok but like imagine Starscream in RB

Starscream gets shot down by Megatron over the Atlantic, and ends up washed up on the shore of Griffin Rock. He's disoriented, Energon deficient, and then those forsaken Autobots find him.

But they don't attack.

Heatwave kept saying they should just shoot him on the spot. I mean, it's Starscream we're talking about here, he could wipe them and the island out in a day's work. But yet again, it's Cody Burns, their human companion, who sees potential.

"What if we help him? Maybe he'll be nice if we help him." And so Heatwave ended up having to carry one of the most vicious 'Cons in the galaxy with his team, and house him in his home.

It took three days for Blades to patch the wounds, and three more for him to recover from the stasis and regain his senses completely. By then, Cody'd been itching to see him. So the first day he could, Cody got down into the bunker with all his coolest Earth stuff.

"Hi sir Starscream." He greeted, even making a small bow to the 'Con. Starscream, however, scoffed.

"What do you want, fleshy?" His voice was cold, but his servos gripped his frame nervously. He'd never, other than Miko, encountered a human child that wasn't scared out of their mind. Hell, even less a child that called him sir Starscream! So, against his gruff will, he sat down on the hard, concrete floor. He saw the young boy's face light up, and a strange feeling tugged at his spark. Why was that sparkling so... Happy to see him?

Cody grabbed some of the 'Bot's favourite things: Boulder's art, Heatwave's book on martial art, Blades' cartoons and comics and Chase's law enforcement book. He also grabbed his scrapbook, and some pencils.

"Sir, I'd like to show you some of my friend's favourite things. I know you're probably not very fond of them, since you're a noble Decepticon, but they're not out to harm you. We're a rescue team, and a family."

By the end of Cody's speech and show-and-tell round, Starscream's spark ached. Leaders are supposed to... to like their team? He bit his digit to stay quiet, but the realisation of Megatron's corrupted leadership finally seems to get him.

"He... he's horrible..."

It's out before he realises it, and immediately shrinks back like his leader's about to break down the door and grab his throat. He shuts his optics tight, weapons at ready for whatever happens next.

But instead of cold, sharp digits digging into his frame, he's met by a soft, warm touch. He opens one optic, slowly.

Cody stands next to his arm, and hugs him to the best of his abilities.

"He can't get you here, the 'Bots won't let him get you here."

That simple gesture, after all he's heard about family, is enough to nearly bring him to tears.

«-»

Two years later, Chase's held at gunpoint by a heavily damaged Soundwave. And guess who swoops in, now in a flashing white-blue-red paint job, to protect his brother.

Favorite Child

Summary:Tim is Bruce’s favorite child. He really, really is. 

Disclaimer: I own nothing. 

Note: Prompt fill for yufei. 

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Okay so I'm taking this for my rewrite. Basically, Zane married some Lord for a village I made up because I refuse to rewatch the series. Because of this when Zane becomes a Shadow Knight he's tied to Orion(the Lord). Orion, who is a Fae creature that I added specifically because Fuck It, is already basically immortal unless killed. So these two are stuck together, Zane slowly losing his edges, softening over the years as he stands beside the unholy pacifist. Orion slowly letting his too sharp edges peak through the gentle exterior.

When Janus, the last of the Jury of 9 to die, passes they both sort of cling to each other. Every century that passes changes them. Zane goes from MCD!High Priest Zane to PDH!Zane, letting himself be pushed around because he refuses to fight back in fear of his own power.

Orion, manipulative and pacifistic but willing to fight for his people, makes himself sharper as Zane softens. He becomes colder, crueler even. PDH!Orion is basically Zane's shield throughout PDH and basically is fending off attempts at being inducted into the Shadow Knights.

The Shadow Knights don't get why Zane makes them so uncomfortable or why Orion is so attached.

Guys, I'm in a sort of... mess. I've had so many cool ideas, but now they're starting to interfere with my actual plot that I have planned out for my mcd rewrite.

Here's the deal. My shadow knight lore is that the souls of dead guards killed in the nether are turned into shadow knights via the nether's dark energy. So essentially, my shadow knights are made out of a mist/energy type substance that forms into their body. This allows shadow knights that are in control of their bodies (shadow knights that have broken their guard bond by killing their lord) or shadow knights that completely lose themselves (think young SK that are engulfed by rage or bloodlust) to transform into monsters not unlike the hellish beasts from the nether.

This is also why they are able to be immortal. Once they've broken their guard bond, the dark energy wrapping around their soul corrupts the soul completely. So if they get badly hurt, their body fades into a mist-like substance again and gravitates to the nearest nether portal so they can heal.

But if a shadow knight hasn't broken their guard bond yet, if they are badly hurt, their body will fade into mist and go back to the nether, but it's unable to bring the soul with it, allowing the soul to pass on naturally like it was supposed to when the shadow knight first died.

So, if a shadow knight with an unbroken guard bond (Laurance) never gets hurt badly enough for his body to fade away, then he'll just be immortal anyway. It's not full-proof, he can still be killed. But he doesn't age, doesn't really need food or water, can't be killed by the elements, can't get sick, etc. He isn't human anymore, he's a creature from the nether.

Also, Irene is just immortal. The other divine warriors (excluding Shad) reincarnate, but she doesn't. This is why she got so numb to emotions and wanted to get rid of her memories and go into a deep slumber in the first place.

Aphmau isn't a reincarnation. It's Irene's body that doesn't have any memories and forms it's own identity. So she still is immortal. Especially when she gets the relic at the end of season 1, Aphmau is no different from Irene. She just lacks experience and skill with her abilities.

So now that we've established that Aphmau and Laurance are immortal and will never age, we run into a problem. If I wanted just the two of them to be end-game, it would be perfect. But I also love Garroth. I want the three of them to be together.

But having old man Garroth next to young Aphmau and Laurance doesn't feel right!!!!

So I'm trying desperately to think of a solution. If I take away Aphmau and Laurance's immortality, I would have to completely change the story. Especially with Aphmau, because her existence depends on Irene living so long and losing touch with her humanity.

I also really like the idea of them being immortal.

I could also make Garroth immortal, but how? Even if he gets a divine relic, it won't work. He's set to reincarnate, not live forever. And making him a shadow knight feels wrong.

...

Okay, what about this. I let the three of them be a happy trio for a while, and then Garroth dies suddenly. What if he dies protecting Aphmau from some sort of horrible threat? Laurance is losing his mind because he could have taken the blow, not Garroth. But as he's dying, Garroth tells Laurance that someone has to stay with Aphmau for the coming centuries, and he was never meant to live that long.

I could also have some build up before that of Aphmau refusing to come to terms with her immortality. Having panic attacks because as all her friends age, she isn't. Having nightmares about the day everyone will die except her. And Laurance is her only comfort because he won't age either.

What's the verdict on this line of thought?

This is amazing. Like, Lex is OBVIOUSLY a bad guy but he seems so genuine and seems to ACTUALLY value that Kon won’t do anything for him now. Sure he thinks he can convince him but there aren’t threats, actual fear, or anything of the sort being used so he’s better than canon(that everyone ignore… which I prefer) Batman.

An excerpt of morally-ambiguous-dad!Lex for @robotogato to hopefully enjoy, haha.

"Clones really don't get soulmarks, though," Kon says in frustration. "It doesn't even make sense that I'd have one."

"Well, I suppose there's the possibility that I just want you so badly that it happened anyway," Lex Luthor muses idly. "A Luthor doesn't generally accept being denied what they want."

"Very fucking funny," Kon mutters, shooting him a glower. "I'm being serious here, asshole."

"Hm," Lex Luthor observes, inspecting him neutrally. "Not even a moment where you let yourself want to believe that, was there."

"Why would I wanna believe that a bastard like you wanted me?" Kon sneers at him.

"Because I am the only person in the multiverse who would burn down reality for you without hesitation," Lex Luthor says like he's talking about the weather or something. Like he's just stating a totally inconsequential fact or reiterating something as obvious as the sky being blue.

Like there's no question there at all.

"I hope you fucking die and I hope it fucking hurts," Kon hisses as the whole world seems to bleed red, just about choking on his fury.

"Well, it will if you don't close your eyes," Lex Luthor says, raising an eyebrow at him. "Quickly, ideally."

"Wh–" Kon is almost stupid enough to ask, and then he realizes and immediately screws his eyes shut, snapping his hands up over his face just in case.

His eye sockets feel like they're on fire.

"Ah, I suppose I live another day," Lex Luthor says. "Rage and anger are notable triggers for the heat vision, if you're still unfamiliar. And apparently arousal as well, although I have very definitely never encountered that version so I can't say if it's more or less potent than rage."

"How do you even know about it, then?" Kon asks, hating that he can't trust himself to look at the bastard without killing him. Lex Luthor could be doing any stupid fucked-up thing right now and he'd have no fucking clue.

"I am a very intelligent person who can afford very good information," Lex Luthor says. "And I am also more intimately familiar with Kryptonian DNA than quite possibly anyone else on this planet, Superman included."

"Superman has Kryptonian DNA," Kon retorts dubiously.

"He does," Lex Luthor agrees. "His special little gift from dumb luck and blind chance. Some of us actually had to put in a bit of effort to get that kind of power, though."

"You don't have that kind of power," Kon says. "You have money and the fucking bullshit fear that you put into people."

"Ah, but I have you now," Lex Luthor counters mildly. "Now don't I."

"You don't," Kon snaps.

"Oh, give it sixteen years or so," Lex Luthor says, making a dismissive gesture as Kon's eyes finally stop burning long enough for him to risk a glare at him. "Your full powerset should be in by then, and I imagine I'll have had a bit of time to change your mind somewhere in there."

"I don't care what whatever custody law bullshit says about it, I'm not gonna stay with you," Kon says tightly. "Sure as shit not for the next sixteen years!"

"Oh?" Lex Luthor asks, raising an eyebrow at him. "Then where exactly are you intending to go long-term? Just planning to stay in a lab for the rest of your life?"

"Why the fuck not?" Kon says in exasperation.

Lex Luthor's eyes narrow.

"Oh," he says like a realization. "Someone's actually made you assume that you belong in a lab, haven't they."

"Yeah, I can't think of a single unrepentant bastard who might've had a hand in me belonging in one of those," Kon bites off darkly. "Real fucking mystery there, huh."

"Hm," Lex Luthor says.

This is perfect to show their relationship. Same for MK and Mei in the future. I don’t believe that ‘The Soldier and The Harbinger’ is a thing. They love each other too much for that. Too much loyalty and trust built off of mortality and trust to become like The Hero and The Warrior.

Hey hey I love these lil guys if you can’t tell