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PART I: “Before the Fall”

You were theirs.

Not by blood, but by choice. A fragile thing they tucked between missions and secrets, stitched into their vigilante world like an afterthought.

You bled for them. Broke for them. Loved them.

And in return, you were ignored. Forgotten.

Until it killed you.

BRUCE treated you like a mission.

He never looked you in the eye for long. You weren’t broken enough to fix. Weren’t angry enough to understand. You were… quiet. And in Bruce’s world, quiet meant safe. Safe meant forgotten.

You once cried in front of him.

He handed you a tissue.

Then walked away.

“I’m not cold,” he said. “I’m busy.”

No Bat-Signal lit the sky the night you crashed.

You wondered if he was too busy again.

DICK was golden—too golden.

He danced in rooms you weren’t welcome in. Shared inside jokes with everyone but you. You loved his laugh. It never belonged to you.

You were the invisible little sister in the shadows of his spotlight.

When you asked for help training, he smiled distractedly and said, “Later, kid. Gotta handle a thing with Babs.”

Later never came.

You died waiting.

JASON was fire and ash and guilt. He saw too much of himself in you—and hated it. Pushed you away, sneered when you offered warmth.

“You’re soft. You’ll die out there.”

He was right.

But he wasn’t there to stop it.

You died with his voice echoing in your head, telling you that you weren’t ready.

TIM was intellect over intimacy.

He monitored your vitals, not your emotions. Read your files but never your pain. You were a background process in his overworked mind.

“You’re fine, Y/N. I checked the data.”

But data didn’t measure how it felt when the comm went dead as your car sank under icy Gotham waters.

DAMIAN thought you were weak.

A pathetic, emotional creature. Soft where he was sharp. You didn’t fit his world of blades and honor.

He mocked your kindness. Scoffed at your compassion.

“Feelings are a liability.”

And yet it was your last emotion—loneliness—that killed you.

BARBARA liked you in theory.

But in truth, you reminded her of the parts of herself she left behind. She passed you in hallways, always polite but distant. When you asked for guidance once, she blinked and said, “You’ll figure it out. You’re smart.”

You did figure it out. That no one was coming.

CASSANDRA knew.

She saw it.

Your crumbling spirit, your silent screams, the way you clutched your own arms for comfort. She saw it—but said nothing. Maybe because she thought you’d rise like she did.

But you weren’t her.

You broke.

And when your car crashed, when water filled your lungs—

No one heard you call their names.

PART II: “The Drowning”

The sea was black. Silent.

You reached for the comm. Static.

You reached for them. No one reached back.

So you sank.

“They forgot me,” you whispered, choking on salt and blood.

And in the depth of the dark, something answered.

They came with voices like velvet knives.

The Sirens.

Ageless. Divine. Terrifying in their elegance.

“She is beautiful,” one murmured.

“So much grief,” whispered another.

“Let us make her eternal,” sang the third.

They wept over your corpse like mourners and lovers all at once.

Then they sang.

And you opened your eyes.

PART III: “The Voice”

You rose from the sea like wrath incarnate.

Skin pale like sea-foam, hair dark as oil-slick waves, eyes glowing with the ache of rebirth.

And your voice—

Oh, your voice was everything they weren’t.

It made gods weep.

It made tyrants kneel.

And now?

Now it made the Batfamily suffer.

You sang through Gotham’s gutters. Through its halls. Through its guilt.

Each note soaked in memory, coated in venom, dipped in your once-aching heart.

They heard you. They remembered.

And it was already too late.

Dick found an old voicemail of yours. Your voice, human and hopeful:

“Hey, big bro. Just checking in. I… I miss you. Call me back?”

He never did.

Now your siren-song haunts his dreams.

“You were always laughing… while I drowned.”

He stopped smiling.

Jason chased your voice like a drunk man after ghosts.

He stood in Crime Alley, where your melody curled around broken bricks:

“You said I’d die. Then watched it happen.”

He tore his helmet off and screamed.

But your song only grew louder.

Tim can’t think straight. Your voice nests in his mind like a fever.

“You studied everything… except me.”

He’s built tech to track the sound. None of it works.

You are everywhere.

Damian fought illusions of you.

Sparred with shadows you sent, forced to relive your death on loop—because your song could bend reality.

“Feelings are a liability? Then let me be your weakness.”

He trained harder.

And broke anyway.

Barbara tried to defend the Batfamily.

Until your voice turned her own words against her.

“You told me I was smart. So I learned not to trust you.”

Her monitors flicker with static shaped like your silhouette.

Cassandra cries in silence.

Because she knew.

And she said nothing.

And you haven’t punished her yet.

That terrifies her the most.

Bruce?

Bruce sits alone in your room. The dust hasn’t settled. Neither has his guilt.

He hears your song the loudest.

“Father. You taught me how to fight… but never how to heal.”

He built the Batfamily.

He buried you with it.

And you?

You are sea-born now.

You walk the shores of Gotham, bare feet dripping salt and power. Your voice summons gods. Breaks mortals. Haunts your killers.

You are not their sister anymore. Not their daughter. Not their soldier.

You are the Siren.

And they will never forget you again.

No matter how much they scream.

Sheepzun AU Masterpost

To be updated as more posts come in :3

Whoops, I'm a sheep, I guess

Whoops, I'm this lil boy's teacher now, I guess

Whoops, I saved two peak lords, I guess

Whoops, I have grown and I don't know it, I guess

Whoops, I have grafted Luo Binghe into my life, I guess

Luo Binghe Wins (and not for the last time)

Whoops, I've been caught, I guess

Whoops, time to die, I guess

Well, I guess I get to live?

I love the idea of Snape being the most amazing baker ever because of his potion skills.

He makes Lily a cake nearly every year when they are at Hogwarts because he can’t afford to get her anything else, she doesn’t mind and looks forward to the cake every year. Sometimes if she’s really upset he will make her cupcakes and wish her a ‘happy quarter till your birthday’ to make her laugh

Xenophilius asks Snape help to raise money to save Dragons from being used as training devices. Severus just sighs but shows up to the event with just an obscene amount of fucking cookies. They all sell out, he lied and said Xeno made them because he knew if he said he did people would think they were poisoned, but it wasn’t until the next day that Xeno hears this and corrects someone who complimented his baking skills. Minor freak out, but people ask Severus to bake for them too once in a white for money, especially younger year students who miss their mothers treats.

Snape on multiple occasions have left a wolfsbane potion/Healing potion, and protein based cookies shaped in dog bones near his hospital bed or desk. Remus in retaliation brags about how Snape makes him cookies every month.

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

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As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

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Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

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Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

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Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

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Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

DP x DC Prompt # 5

Song: Brother - Kodaline

"I've got you, lil'brother"

Those damn words, Damian hated them, it had marked him very early in his youth back them at Nanda Parbat, where everything was just too strict for him by the league of assassin's, the bad nights where he was alone looking up at the clear skies stars after his departure, the dangerous days that he had tried to survive alone without him after becoming the heir, were his days went by bottling up all of his emotions, where the loneliness he felt after losing him left him wandering the dark and empty halls until he was alone in his dusty alcove.

But after he left the league, after leaving behind the Al Ghul name and taking the Wayne name, he felt soo liberated in expressing all of those bottled up emotions that he had left locked up in his heart, of course he had talked to his father first; after he ended up having a nightmare after a traumatic rescue mission (he had cried a river, he darkly admitted, but Bruce hadn't cared, admittedly, he felt good when he was embraced lovingly).

Bruce had cradled him in his arms and whispered sweet nothing's , again, he had ended up crying again because he felt soo wrong enjoying it; because he wasn't here, his older brother, Danyal, the only one that had done the same thing for him back them.

He ended up telling all the birds of prey and the clan about his brother, about how he had been the one to show him what an older brother was, how he cared of his injuries after a mission, about his nightly escapades in the compound to look at the stars and constellations, telling him tales about the origin of theirs names and about how after one nightmarish mission back in Russia they went together and after only him returning first to the safe house he didn't see Danyal the first days only to find out that his brother hadn't managed to return, how he had died trying to protect him after a rogue had ended up following them once they were done, on how he hated when they called him "lil'brother" at the beginning because it opened a scar that had healed wrong.

They had been reasonably angry at him from not telling them sooner but shut up when Damian added in tears how his brother's last words on that mission were "I've got you, lil' brother" before cutting out their communications and recording these last words to him in their shared link.

"I miss him" added Damian after calming down a bit, leaning into Dick's shoulder "I do miss Danyal, but... I know that Danyal wouldn't want me to be sad, so while I was reluctant at first to allow you to call me a little bat... I do appreciate that you recognize me as your brother."

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That's all palls! That's the end of my delirious dream after I had a depressing episode and ended up listening to the right song.

EDIT: I really hope that someday someone will try any ideas of mine bc while I do love to write… I do have the tendency to just kill everything and everyone with a sad finale…

I don't why Danny Phantom is trending but here have one of my favourite scenes in the series

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After the Nasty Burger incident, Danny went to live with Vlad under the promise that he would change. And he did, for all of two months before Danny discovered a secret basement full of clones. All except one of them were unstable.

Thoroughly betrayed, Danny takes the one stable clone and puts the rest of them out of their misery. Then he heads to Gotham where the local billionaire has a habit of taking in black hair blued eyed orphans. Fight fire with fire right? Or in this case money with money.

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✿ - fluff/happy

𖦹 - funny

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Platonic Batfam:

• My Baby Brother, pt.2

- Damian lore

• Saboteur, pt. 2, pt.3, pt.4 🂡

♢- prequel pt.1, prequel pt.2, Saboteur: Two Most Wanted, pt.2 🂡 ✿ 𖦹

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♢- Saboteur: Obsession, pt.2 🂡

• Keening 🂡

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- they’re so patient

- what have I done

- I’m you, but better

- batsib and darling

- it should’ve been me

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