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Tim froze. "Huh?"

"I mean, you're definitely cute. But I don't feel comfortable with strangers? And I don't want there to be any misunderstandings."

Danny Nightingale looked flustered, nervous, and far too pretty with his cheeks flushing red under the glow of the nearby lamp fixtures. Tim wondered when his brain would finally come back online. Right now it was far too interested in putting everything else on the backburner.

On one hand, he had been trying to get information out of Danny on his connection to Vlad Masters- a connection that had seemed more tenuous with each passing minute of the evening. On the other, Tim could admit it had sounded a bit like he was inviting Danny for something more.

And if he was honest with himself, it was only mostly unintentional.

"It's not even you, I just get attached really easily and don't want something casual. Sorry."

Tim hadn't even realized boundary setting could be so attractive.

"No. Yeah, that's- fine." Smooth. The Drake-Wayne charm at its finest. Tim could hear Jason snickering on the comms.

Fav thing is people being surprised by different characters a voice actor has played. "These all sound different omg" yeah that's the voice acting that's his job

You try, of course, to cause personal deviation for this hero, but you can't break what's already broken. Eventually, and after a nasty fight, you knock him out and take him to your lair to continue to peer into his mind, trying to figure out how this hero came to be and how to hurt them. As you dig deeper into their mind, you discover unimaginable pain that had caused them to be such a mental wreck.

Hero(waking up): Where am I?

Villain, calmly: You are in my lair.

H: What? Get me out of these ropes or I'll -

V: or you'll what? Go back to your league? The people who caused so much loss for you?

H: They did no such thing.

V: Oh? You don't blame them for what they did? Causing your family to get buried under the rubble that day?

H, in tears: No. You're wrong. It was you who destroyed the building. They did nothing wrong.

V: Quit lying to yourself. They weren't even fighting me, or any other villain that day. Tell me, kid, do you think they even considered going back for your family? Do you think they ever considered the collateral damage they caused? You're not the only one to suffer this way, and I'd hate for another one to suffer the same fate I have.

H: silence

V: I'm just like you, suffering under the rules of heros who don't think of the people, acting as the saviors they think they are.

H: You're a villain!

V: So I am. What of it? I've done such wrongs in my life, but I have a new goal in mind. If I'm still labeled as one after what I'm about to do then so be it. But I can only do it with your help. Join me, and maybe we can solve this problem together or die trying.

You are a telepathic supervillain that uses their powers to create the perfect personalised hellscape for every hero. But when you peer into the mind of the newest hero you find that they are a complete mental wreck and honestly you just feel sorry for them.

Another snipit of a long since unwritten chapter/idea from my fic

Dash held the raised roof tightly as he looked down, legs ready to push off towards a free fall. He closed his eyes and took a few breaths before moving forward.

Just as he was about to let go, a voice called behind him, “You know, most suicide survivors say they regret trying the moment they let go.” This caused Dash to catch himself before he lost grip. The voice was familiar enough for him to turn around and face his unwanted observer.

A set of blue eyes stared back at him as Dash spoke a bit shakily, “W-what?”

“Mind if I join you?” The closer his observer got closer, the quicker Dash realized who he was talking to. He knows it is. He's a few inches taller than he was in there senior year at about 5'9”, a bit more toned, and white hair growing on the back of his head, but it was obvious.

Dash just huffed at Danny and turned away, to which he interpreted as a yes. There was a brief moment of silence between them when Danny swung his legs over, the silence only breaking when Dash sighed, “I injured my back and got cut from the team.”

“Bone or muscle injury?” Danny asked.

Dash glared at Danny, wondering why he cared, but all he was greeted with was caring blue eyes. Dash looked away as he continued, “It doesn’t matter. It’s not too serious at the moment, and it doesn’t bother me too much, but from what the doc was saying. If I continue playing, I-” Dash stopped and tightened the wall around his fingers.

Danny was patient however, moving a bit closer and waiting calmly and quietly for Dash to continue.

After a bit, Dash swallowed and continued, “If I continue playing, it may cause permanent and serious damage.”

“And so you were cut from the team?” Danny asked curiously, “You could have been a coach’s assistant or something.”

“Yes, well,” Dash huffed, “I thought of that too. Apparently, seniority overrules talent here. Who knew.”

Danny huffed and stifled a laugh. Dash huffed too. He didn’t mean to make it funny, but it did seem a bit ridiculous in retrospect. He is only in his second year, and most of his team, -former team-, were just as or more talented than he was.

After another brief moment of silence, this one a bit calmer than the last, Danny asked, “So… what now?”

“I…” Dash looked down the building wall to the concrete below. It seemed a lot further down now than it was when he first arrived on top of the building. “I don’t know. My scholarship is all but over, a-and I can’t play football again.” Dash held back a sob. His voice broke as he said, “You were right the last time we saw each other. I…I did peak in high school, I just didn’t realize it.” Dash closed his eyes, sighed, and turned to look at Danny. He began to apologize, “I’m sorry I bullied you in high school. I never realized how much you were going through, with your parents, with…everything. It must have…I’m sorry.”

Danny’s calm eyes turned to concern, then to regret. This time, he turned away. “We all say and do things we regret.” Dash watched as he rubbed the palm of his left hand and practically glared at it. With a sigh, Danny continued, “I know how you feel, though. Your purpose…going away and not seeing a reason for living.”

“The ghosts stopped attacking,” Dash stated the obvious. “Why…?” Dash looked at Danny in confusion, “why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t know,” Danny said honestly, “Maybe I needed a rant. Maybe it was because you’re sitting on a rooftop about ready to jump over being cut from the team. It’s all to say, you aren't alone, and there is more to you than just football.”

Dash shrugged nervously, “I mean, is life so much better?”

“Probably not,” Danny said with a shrug, “but where's the fun in being dead?”

Dash grumbled and rolled his eyes.

Maaan. I wish I had the energy and creative juice to expand upon this.

Danny, captured by the GIW, is bored out of his mind. Really, he's waiting for them to toss him in that stupid useless cell so he can "disappear" like he always does.

The shield that prevents ghosts from entering or leaving doesn't work, but no one has told them that. Ergo, the cell and the cuffs don't actually work. Except this time when they throw him in the cell, there's a child.

It's a kid, maybe as old as Dani, wearing a Superman hoodie/cape, curled into a little ball in the corner and quietly sobbing. He needs to calm the kid down before he escapes like normal, or the kid's crying is gonna alert the guards.

Normally, Danny phases his hand through the electrical box and destroys the wires, then just phases through the floor and leaves. This serves two functions; it tricks the guards into thinking the issue is with the smoking wires, thereby not alerting them to the busted shield, and also it prevents Danny from having to deal with them if he just phases away from his problems.

This time, he floats over to the kid.

"Hey. Hey, I'm Phantom. Who're you?" He asks gently, reaching out cuffed hands to awkwardly pat the kid on the back.

The kid sniffs.

"...Superboy."

"....Wow, you got really small-"

"-No! I'm not small! And not that one, the. The other one."

Danny frowns, trying to think of any other Superboyyyyyy Oh!

"You're my little sisters favorite one!"

The kid looks up from his knees, eyes wet and jeans damp. There's a collar on his neck, glowing a soft green and illuminating inflamed veins above and below it.

It feels like a bastardized version of ectoplasm, and it's probably what's crippling a Kryptonian child from just punching his way out.

It also doesn't feel like something Danny can phase off of the kid.

"Really?" Superboy asks, voice wobbly.

"Yeah, she loves you! Always brings you up when we argue over who's the best hero."

"Who. Who's yours?"

"Impulse, hands down."

"What? What's he got that I don't h-"

The entire building shakes, knocking Danny and Superboy out of their conversation, and prompting Danny to play shield after shoving the kid to the ground.

Then the ceiling ripped off.

Superman himself hovers above them, eyes smoking red and face far more pissed than Danny had ever seen him show to the cameras.

Even though Danny knows there's no way Superman is mad at him, being subjected to that glare is tricking his brain into thinking the papa bear is mad at him.

"...So we should probably remove the collar from him before you kill me," Danny says, voice a little higher than he would like to admit.

My FanFic doc is so big, the doc app on my phone keeps crashing. I'm not sure what is going on, but I am pretty sure I am winning.

It’s good to know that she’s at least not homophobic I suppose lmao

Honestly, I kinda want to see Jason Todd and Billy Batson to meet. I mean, who wouldn't want to see two street kids who basically had to fight to stay alive meet? They don't even have to meet as their secrets identities.

Maybe Bats had a JL meeting at the batcave or smth and Billy just decided, you know what Bruce needs? Another chaos child running around the streets of Gotham. Maybe Jason sees Billy do some petty street crime and decides, I like this kid, and immediately adds him as a part time adoptee Jay so generously takes in. Jay doesn't even care when he finds out Billy is Shazam. He's on a team with a reverse engineered Superman and a sword welding Amazon warrior. A kid with god-like powers isn't really fazing him all that much.

Be safe y'all.

To all my Filipino mutuals…

I heard there’s gonna be a typhoon heading to your country

BE SAFE EVEN THO TYPHOONS HAPPEN REGULARLY THERE (I think)

PLEASE PROMISE ME THAT YOULL BE OKAY I BEG OF YOU-

I hate it here.

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