Past: Unheard, Unseen

Green Arrow had a new child scientist villain. Who needs glasses?

Danny was already with the many Blob Ghosts working for him (think of them as Minions of Despicable Me). This new place is a super funny vacation place! He should think ghostwriter about it. True, his eyes were hurt by the portal, but that would be gone in a few years. But who cares about it? With just his genius and no powers as a human, he can show he is a genius! That was how Danny, without knowing it, became a wonderful child who was just having chaotic fun in the new world. It's like a game for him; it's not like he would have problems.

Batman has the Joker.

Superman has Lex Luthor.

Wonder Woman has the cheetah.

But Green Arrow! Green Arrow has a child scientist! with a tragic childhood who does musicals to explain his evil plans.

Just for the poor comedy and Oliver trying to hide it from the other heroes out of embarrassment. Of being defeated by a child and not being able to capture him. ++ Danny looked at Oliver Queen without his green Arrow mask. "An ordinary civilian with a goat?" Oliver saw as he put on his hood. Danny:"An ordinary civilian dressed up as a Green Arrow?" Oliver puts on the mask. Danny: "Ah! Green ARROW! " Green Arrow gave a tired sigh. Black Canary:" When we finally are able to capture him, The first thing we will do is send him to an ophthalmologist." Danny:" Since you are here, I wil tell you about my trash-inator!" Oliver:" So It creates trash." Danny:" NO! Man, are you evil? It collects all the trash in the whole city and teleports it away." Black Canary:" That is a pretty good indicator. You could do much goo..." Danny:" Yes, then into the Bat Cave all the trash of the Star city will go. I was paid by Red Hood to do that." Oliver:" NOO!!"

++ So because Oliver covered it up until now, Danny has now become a world-wide problem. Oliver really didn't want to say he lost a child or explain it. Danny with his Shrink Ray:" Tonight we steal the Legion of Doom HQ/The Hall of Justice!" All the Blob Ghost:" YAYY!"

And yes, Danny stole the Legion of Doom HQ/The Hall of Justice as both Heroes and Villian fought each other in a great battle.

That was the moment Oliver had to explain the problem that he had covered up.

Okay but listen to me-

by this post

the past was kinder…

Clark Kent is firmly in his civilian persona. This is a problem, given that the airplane he's on with Lois is about to collide with another plane on the runway.

He can see the other plane about to t-bone them, and is fully prepared to...somehow fumble his way through an explanation as to why he disappeared and superman took his place, but the meta kid sitting next to him has a different idea.

The meta kid let's out a strangled shriek, grips the armrests of the seat, and the entire plane goes intangible.

The other plane delicately just...glides through their plane, and everyone on their plane and everyone on the other plane just stare at each other as they pass by in horrified silence.

The people seated where the other planes engines are passing through harmlessly initially let out a few terrified screams, but they taper off when they realize that nothing is happening.

Then it's over.

The kid, hyperventilating, lets go of the armrests once the other plane has completely cleared them, and immediately goes for one of those little baggies to empty the contents of his stomach.

His nose is bleeding, his ears are bleeding, and he looks dazed. He clearly overdid it.

Clark is running a hand up and down his back, trying to get him comfortable, while the other passengers and crew stare at the kid in awe.

After all, there's only one person acting like this after something as insane as making every single person intangible. It has to be the kid. The kid has to be a meta, and that meta just saved all of them.

But the kid peeks up at Clark, eyes full of fear, and says something that makes his heart drop into his stomach.

"Please don't tell my parents."

there was a misunderstanding when Jason came back to life but only bcs he decided that he didn’t want to deal with Bruce and all his shit right then so he made a turn on the way to Gotham and decided to start off small by reuniting with Dick in Bludhaven instead. work his way up.

issue is Dick’s been hallucinating Jason for the past 6 months. not even in a particularly sad way, just in a ‘my little brother mocks me from the corners of the room daily and i can’t even do anything about it bcs he’s DEAD’ way. every time he calls hallucination-Jason an asshole the little prick says ‘ok but you didn’t come to my funeral’ and there’s really no good response to that. so when ALIVE Jason shows up in his apartment and in an emotionally constipated attempt to soften the blow of ‘im not dead, surprise!’ decides to just act casual and brotherly without any big displays or anything, Dick… responds in kind.

Jason: oh thank fuck we’re on the same page. no need for crying or annoying long conversations we can just work on. getting used to being a family again. this is ideal.

Dick: hey the asshole hallucination grew up. my subconscious is getting really creative.

Jason stays at Dick’s place for the next few weeks and they both settle into a comfortable cohabitation in which one brother is really relieved that he can focus on calming the Lazarus rage and being a younger brother without any over-emotional displays he isn’t comfortable with, and the other does not know he is living with a real life other person. it’s honestly the most they’ve ever gotten along before.

the realisation only hits when Jason wakes Dick up at 3 in the morning because he couldn’t sleep and made bbq ribs and wanted to know if he wanted any, and Dick in his barely conscious state was like ‘fuck yeah, hallucination ribs i can TASTE!’ and then the next morning he wakes up with sticky fingers and sauce all over his sheets and the dishes they ate off cleaned and put back in the cupboard, and Dick makes the connection of like. there is no way on earth his half asleep mind would even CONSIDER cleaning up the cutlery after eating. but Jason 100% would. which means Jason cleaned up last night. which means the ribs were real and so was he. which means-

holy fucking shit his brother’s alive

Bruce is not impressed when after the eventual big family reunion he asks Dick why the fuck he didn’t tell anybody else that Jason was alive and Dick goes bright red before mumbling ‘well he didn’t want to share his food until week four of living with me….’

A young villian who claims to be in love with one of the bats uses a magical cursed item/some kind of freaky tech to blast said bat and make them fall in love with them.

Things don't go as planned as Phantom is thrown into the mix by a ghost he had been trying to fight discretely in Gotham.

The bat falls in love with Phantom.

Problem is that the bat immediately goes full yandere/psyco and Phantom freaks out and flees. Danny can't run or hide forever but by the ancients, he's gonna try.

Thought bubble I just had (more like a while ago but what’re).

BUT!

For all the fics I’ve read and headcanons I’ve seen it Peter Parker being sent to the DC Universe I’ve never seen one where he’s kid age. Like there’s Leap of Faith by @erinwantstowrite (fire fic) where Peter is young but I’m talking about younger. I talking like 4-7 years old young.

This is how I imagine it to go as a starter:

Peter gets transported to DC Universe for whatever means. However, being transported from his world to a near parallel world where everything is almost the same with both major and minor difference (a billionaire orphan that becomes a hero, someone from War era that is lives in the present, a team of heroes that work together to save the world, etc.) has a huge strain on Peter. Some entity, maybe one of the Spider totems, in an attempt to keep Peter alive makes it where at the expensive of living he becomes younger.

So a young Peter Parker, say 4 years old, is wandering around Gotham both scared and lost because the last thing he remembers is being told his parents won’t be coming home. Now he’s in some spooky city, it’s dark and all kinds of people he passes or they pass him give him the unnerving sensation that they can hurt him. That they will if he lingers for a second too long.

Despite the sun being covered by thick clouds Peter knows it becomes night with how much louder the strange city becomes. The noise is overwhelming, on the edge of hurting his ears but even covering them with his hands do nothing but a light muffle. Still the young boy continues on, hoping to find a police station because that’s where his Uncle Ben works and surely on of Uncle Ben’s coworkers can help him.

Yet Peter soon comes into trouble by a couple of scary man. Crooked teeth and uneven teeth stained yellow, crazed eyes that hold the slightest of consciousness and thick arms that promises hurt. Three of them appear from the alley Peter was shuffling b, attempting to be quiet because his hair raised when nearing the alley opening.

One of them grips Peter by his upper arm, dragging the boy into the alleyway away from eyes that could rescue him. He struggles but the grip is too tight.

They cuss at him, throw slurs and insult with heavy accents and improper grammar. Peter doesn’t judge, his Aunt and Uncle always try to teach him that not everyone is fortunate to have good education like him. Still, the boy is panicking as they push him to the wall throwing commands at him.

“T’is here go’a be send to Rick d’wn t’ere,” one commands shoving some package into Peter’s hands. It’s something illegal, that much is obvious but what it may be is unknown.

Another starts throwing threats at Peter, promises of hurt and pain should he not complete the task while giving promises of a reward should he return with the money for the package. All the while Peter is trying to be brave, like his Aunt and Uncle taught him to be, because panicking will just anger the men. He’s unscathed now, maybe a bruise where the first gripped him but all bodily functions working.

He could try running. They’re sending him out so they won’t follow. Peter only needs to follow their instructions halfway, dump whatever was shoved into his hands and leave. Find a police station or a women with kids. A goth or punk can work too!

Although before the men could move to allow Peter to leave a thud is heard at the alley’s entrance. All three men pull guns out and the sight of them has Peter whimpering instinctually.

“Hazing kids now are we?” The person muses lightly. Their entire front is obscured, a singular lamppost positioned behind them leaving Peter to only see the red of their jacket. “Dangerous work there in these parts.”

“Kid volunteered,” gruffes the man furthest form Peter at the front of the pack. “Look’g to score some money. Ain’t not’in wro’g wit’ helping, aye Hood?”

The man, Hood, hummus thoughtfully. Peter wants to call out their lie but his tongue is tied.

“Yeah I ain’t believin’ that for a sec.”

Hood shoot the men. Peter drops to the ground shaking and crying, eyes shut and hand protectively over his head as fighting ensues around him. Everything feels wrong and something is screaming at Peter to leave while everyone is distracted yet he physically cannot move.

Fighting an internal battle to move or not Peter misses how silent everything has gotten until a voice calls from ahead.

Hood, gentle and soft unlike before a calling to Peter. A promise of safety and reassurance that no harm will come to him. The boy hesitated before looking up, finding the man standing lonesome and the three other men unconscious on the group.

Again Hood calls and this time Peter responds. Good, something says, he is safe. And when the man promises to bring Peter somewhere safe the boy barely hesitates before getting up and reaching the man.

That’s all I’ve got but I would have it where Jason, once’s seeing Peter up close, recognizes some features. He holds onto Peter for a while once learning the boy doesn’t have family nearby where he gets all close and shit before realizing why the boy seems so familiar and has to figure out how to tell Dick if he’s got a kid.

Also Peter would have memories of his older self but they’d be like things that would happen at random times. He’d walk into a room where there’s a complicated math equation and figure it out with ease ‘cause he did that in senior year of high school! And of course he’d keep his spider powers, they’d just show at the most random time and leave the Batfam flabbergasted cause how can such a tiny body had that much strength and WHAT YOU MEAN HES SLEEPING ON THE CEILING!?!??

prompt 02: tim’s birthday present

Tim sat in his empty house at the empty dining table. The table was actually quite large; it had enough seats to sit at least 15 people. But there was just Tim there. 

His parents had promised and sworn up and down that they would come back in time for his birthday. He had everything planned out. He picked out the birthday cake, put on the candles, decorated, ordered his parents' favorite foods, his parents' favorite movie for movie night, popcorn the likes. But that morning, just when Tim was double checking to make sure everything was ready for the most perfect birthday ever, his parents had called to tell him that something really important had come up, and they wouldn’t be able to make it. Tim figured it was better than last year, at least they called this time. 

Tim stared down at the cake, the candles lit. He had heard online that people would make wishes on their birthday cake and blow it out. Tim thought that was a weird thing to do, but it wouldn’t hurt to try. 

What should he wish for? It would have to be something special that he doesn’t already have. Tim thought for a long moment, the candles bleeding into the frosting of the cake. 

A brother. 

Tim closed his eyes and put his hands together like he’s seen the other children to do in the cartoons. And Tim wished for a big brother. When he finally wished hard enough (whatever that meant) he opened his eyes and blew out what was left of the candles. 

Tim waited. What exactly was he supposed to do now? In the cartoons, everyone would celebrate and cheer and the birthday boy would open his presents. There wasn’t anyone to cheer for Tim, or any presents for him to open. 

Suddenly the house shook, and the loud sound of a crash sound came from the backyard. Quickly, Tim did the sensible thing and go check out what the noise was. That's what the characters always did in horror movies. 

In Tim’s backyard, there was what looked like a weird space ship that had crashed into his backyard. There wasn’t any fire or anything, but the spaceship looked pretty wrecked. Getting closer, Tim could vaguely make out that someone was inside the spaceship. Looking around, he saw what looked like maybe the handle. Tim couldn’t really tell. 

When Tim put his hand on it and tried to open it, something poked out mechanically and pricked his finger. He flinched back instinctively, caressing his finger tip.

“Recognized: Danny Fenton. System Override.” A robotic lady spoke. Who is Danny Fenton? As if to answer him, the space ship opened its hatch, and inside was an unconscious black haired teenager. “System Malfunctioning. Please Assis-” The robotic voice spoke again, before getting cut off as if the power had died. 

Suddenly, Tim remembered his wish. A big brother. 

This was Danny Fenton, and he was supposed to be Tim’s big brother

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When Danny woke up, he found himself in a very soft plush something. Something that definitely wasn’t the Spector Speeder. Alarmed, he sat up quickly to find that he didn’t recognize where he was at all. He also didn’t recognize the weird kid that was staging at him from two feet away. 

“Hi, I’m Tim. Timothy Drake.” The boy introduced himself almost business like. 

“Uh, hi Tim.” Danny responded awkwardly. “You got any idea where I am?” Danny sat up properly, moving the blanket (?) off of him and turned to face the weird and kinda creepy kid. 

“You’re in Drake Manor. Which is where I live.” He answered again. 

“Ok…ay” Danny nodded thoughtfully. “Any idea how I got here?” Truthfully, Danny hadn’t really been expecting an answer, but he still got one. 

“Because I made a birthday wish to have a big brother.” He answered in the same way he had answered the other question, very matter-of-factly. 

“Ok- Wait. What?” Danny asked, doing a double take at Tim. 

“You’re supposed to be my big brother, right?” Tim was starting to look a little hesitant, and as weirded out as Danny felt he couldn’t help but feel bad about the whole situation. 

“Where are your parents, Tim?” 

“There not home, because they had really important things to do for work.” 

Danny nodded. “Do you know when they’ll be back?” 

Tim shook his head. “They were supposed to come back today, because it’s my birthday. But they said they couldn’t make it.” 

Well, shit. Didn’t that sound awfully like Danny’s birthdays before he had given up on his parents showing up. At least he had Jazz. This kid looked like he was alone. 

Not liking the silence, Tim started fidgeting again. “So, are you gonna be my brother, then?” 

And what was Danny supposed to say, No? Besides, if he was really causing problems being in this random universe, then Clockwork would figure it out. 

Bonus: 

Danny sat at Tim’s dinner table, the kid looking at him radiating in excitement, each with a plate of stupid expensive pasta in front of them. “You said your name was Tim, right?” Danny started thoughtfully. Tim nodded, drinking up everything Danny said. “Well, first course of action as you, big brother. I need to give you a nickname.” 

Tim’s eyes sparkled at the prospect. “Like what?”

Danny tapped his chin exaggeratedly, “Hm… Tim, Tim.” Turing the name around while he absentmindedly twirled his fork between his fingers, Danny wondered what he should come up with. Suddenly, in a misplaced strength, Danny’s fork flew out of his hand. 

Before Danny could even say anything, “I’ll get you a new one!” Tim offered quickly. Getting up from his chair, his foot got tangled behind the leg of the chair and Tim fell quietly on the floor with an oof. 

Danny laughed at him. “You okay, Timbers?” He asked, getting up to check on the boy. 

“Yeah, I like Timbers.” Tim said, a bright smile on his face despite the blossoming bruise on his arm.

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Peter Parker meets batfam fics are funny to me because I think it’s bold of y’all to assume the batfam wouldn’t take one look at Peter, decide “oh that’s just a tim who still holds childhood innocence and wonder” and adopt him straight on the spot

Peter: *in Gotham for the first time* oh my gosh! *snaps photos* these buildings are so interesting! Bruce: *watching wearily* interesting? This thing is crumbling. Peter: exactly. Very good photo opportunities. Bruce: hmm.

Peter: *scarfing down the batburger Jason bought him* this is really good! Haha I just wish I had a coffee to go with it, I have a lot of studying to do tonight. Jason: *eyes narrow under helmet* coffee? Peter: *completely blazing past* so anyway are you like, the Friendly Neighborhood Crime Lord or—

Peter: *goes on long-winded chemistry rant* Damian: *staring* it’s like . . . . Jason: *leaning over to Damian* yeah. It’s like reading a translated book where everything is just slightly off but still similar enough to make you squint Damian: that is not the analogy I would have chosen, but okay Jason: hey as long as it continues to be chemistry and not technology. One of those I can handle moderately well. The other still sounds like gibberish. Damian: *raises brow* Jason: okay, yeah, I have no clue what he’s saying

they just bring Peter to the manor one day and are like “hey Tim, here’s your twin from another universe. Corrupt him with coffee addiction, murderous tendencies or general jadedness and we’ll announce Red Robin is going to finally address the copyright infringement allegations against that burger franchise”

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