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Had the idea of ER nurse Danny and ER doc Damian working in the same ER.
Like their the same age but Danny was working there first (bc it takes less time to become a nurse than a Dr) and everyone in the ER loves him. He is the most component nurse theyāve ever had and is always cool, calm and collected even in the most stressful of times. Drs know that if shit hits the fan they can pass any patient thatās not dying right this second over to Danny and heāll get them sorted all by himself, cracking jokes the whole time to keep everyone else from freaking out.
Then Damian starts working there and heās basically a no nonsense Danny. Nothing fazes the guy. On his second day there he handled a gun shoot wound, spinal injury, rib fracture and stabbing all within an hour of starting his shift, all on different patients. He gets in, gets shit done and moves on as if he was dealing with a minor problem not 3rd degree burns.
Now these two, despite working at the same hospital, have never met. Bc Danny works the night shift and Damian works the day and every person that works there is so fucking glad thatās the case bc non of them expect them to get alone. Like Dannyās all wise cracks and jokes and Damian is all āstop wasting timeā so even tho theyāre both efficient as fuck, no one expects them to tolerate each other.
Then on the first Halloween Damian works there, every member of staff is on shift bc itās fucking Gotham and all the staff r just bracing for the inevitable fall out of two unstoppable objects colliding. Only it never happens bc these two get alone like a house on fire. Like yeah normally Damian gets up people goofing off but thatās bc their not doing work and just wasting time, he sees nothing wrong with Dannyās jokes bc heās getting work done while he jokes. Itās like working with Dick, he honestly finds it a bit reassuring bc if Danny is cracking jokes it canāt be that bad. Danny on the other hand is just so glad to have someone else that can keep pace with him. Normally by this time of night heās juggling 8 to 18 patients on his own with only minimal help from the on shift doctors but now Damian is right there with him and the two r basically tag teaming the hoard of mass casualties that just came in.
Needless to say that night Gotham general was the most efficient hospital on the planet and every doctor and nurse on staff have the horrible realisation that while they had mentally prepared for these two fighting, they hadnāt prepared for the fucking hurricane these two form when they get alone. ļæ¼
DP x DC prompt where Bruce and Tim go to investigate Amity Park, with Jason in tow, all suited up. Theyāve heard a strange claim aboutĀ āghostsā there, and trying to research the town revealed a concerning government presence and tampered records.
The moment they enter the town, the ectoplasm in the air starts rapidly filtering out the corrupted ectoplasm in Jasonās system and strengthening his underdeveloped core (kinda likeĀ To Join the Whispers). Jason doesnāt tell Bruce or Tim at first since heās kind of freaking out about how the Pit is responding to the town. Then Jasonās arm goes through a table and they donāt really have any idea what is happening and are now all freaking out about it. Danny sees this happen and immediately recognizes the same sudden, uncontrollable power displays he had after the Accident.Ā
Danny is extremely torn because he wants to help (a new halfa?? or something close enough??? and heās a vigilante???? hell yeah), but heās also Terrified of Batman going anywhere near his fucking house. So he introduces himself as Phantom and tries his best to steer them away from FentonWorks while also trying to help talk Red Hood through everything and dump a lot of ghost facts on them. Going to see Frostbite is extremely tempting, but Dannyās pretty sure he can handle this. Pretty sure. (He does Not want Batman near the portal, since it means being in his gd house, and he doubts he can get Red Hood there without Batman following.)
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when jason died, they buried him with the possessions that he carried on him all the time. there was a pocket knife tucked into his sock, the bracelet on his wrist from catherine that he never took off, a tangled pair of earbuds in his back pocket, and, in the top pocket of his jacket, the cellphone that bruce bought for him after he was adopted.
that cellphone stayed with jason in his grave. went with him when he dug his way out. somehow stayed on his person when he was taken by the league, and he managed to convince talia to let him keep it throughout all his training.
he doesnāt know why, maybe as a grief thing or maybe just because bruce forgot and itās not like the bill effected him in any way, but he never stopped paying jasonās phone bill. his numberās still active, still working after all this time. even weirder, but dick started adopting the tradition of adding his dead brotherās phone number to each and every family group chat any of them created after ethiopia. again, jason doesnāt know why. maybe it was dickās way of carrying his memory with them; including him in family conversations even if they all thought the number was connected to a long buried phone in the pocket of a long dead boy.
the point is that jason wasnāt dead any more. and all throughout his time at the league, he gets to watch the family chats. the mission statuses, the arguments, the rapid spiral every chat went through where they started off using it as a serious bat communication centre only for dick or tim to send a meme and instantly spiral into nothing but chaos that bruce would neither take part in or attempt to stop. jason spectates it all, always fingering the keypad but never actually typing out a message. he came close when there was a heated debate between steph and dick about the best donut types and he knew they were both absolutely fucking wrong, but luckily tim came in to educate them on the right choice last second and jason was saved from having to reveal himself.
the closest call was when little damian got a hold of his phone, attracted to the bright colours of the block game jason had been absently playing out of boredom while raās droned on about whatever had pissed him off that day. heād let the kid play, sat on his lap and eagerly jabbing at the screen, and jason had only looked away for at most a minute before heād turned back to find the screen open on the family chat, damian having accidentally clicked on the camera button and taken a selfie of the two that heād been about to send through. luckily, jason deleted it in time, but he became much more careful about letting the kid play with his shit after that.
this is all just a long winded explanation and backstory for and au i think would be funny where jasonās reveal is literally just him deciding to fuck with his family by randomly dropping in through text like:
-in the chat-
bruce: status report.
dick: hungry :( but good!
steph: seconded, im fine
tim: drug bust went to plan, on way back to cave uninjured
cass: ^ same answer
babs: everything seems calm from what i can tell
jason: a little claustrophobic but the coffinās kinda homely so ig no complaints from me
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Mystery Inc. meet Holmes and Watson!
I am having a lot of fun with this Victorian Scooby Doo au!!
so iām sure the remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is going to be great and all
but hereās another way we could do things:
heās the beauty
sheās the beast
for a movie whoās central theme is inner beauty, it doesnāt really do anything to support that, you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isnāt an inhospitable monster. because this back story doesnāt make any sense ā why is the young prince of this land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?
so how about this ā this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that theyāre literally running away from their own people). not only that ā they trade their son for their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.
so the witch comes, and she doesnāt disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many cast-aside, neglected children have developed ā the ability to see people for who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in ā and thereās this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim her prize if sheās welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this castle, wonāt let her in.
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