The Fentons Go To Gothem

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‼️ From a Wounded Father... To Your Hearts ‼️

My name is Musab,

and I’m a father of three beautiful daughters:

Alma, Lama, and Lina — innocent souls living through fire and fear.

War destroyed our home, my health, and our livelihood.

I was seriously injured in my shoulder and had surgery,

but now I urgently need a second operation —

and I can’t even afford to feed my daughters.

My little girl Lama has metal implants (platinum) in her tiny body after being injured — she still needs medical care.

Meanwhile, famine is spreading in Gaza, and I have nothing left but this plea.

From a broken father's heart… Please, don’t turn away.

My daughters are hungry.

My home is gone.

I’m in pain — and they are starving.

If you can't donate, please share.

Your voice could be the reason someone hears us.

From a father in Gaza — thank you for reading,

thank you for caring,

thank you for not turning away.

Bruce: We need recon on a mission, possibly a distraction and a combat standby. Who volunteers for what?

Steph, Babs, Tim: RECON!

Duke: Distraction!

Dick, Jason, Cass and Damian: Combat!

Bruce: Jason, Damian you’re with Duke…actually Jason you’re with Dick. I don’t trust you with diversions anymore.

-later-

Duke: What are those Robin?

Damian, setting up C4 at an abandoned building: If Batman doesn’t trust Red Hood to do distractions, I’ll do what he does and then I can fight.

Duke: …How big is this going to be? Do we need more?

Damian: We need to go on patrol together more.

-next day-

Bruce: SIGNAL AND ROBIN ARE NOT ALLOWED ALONE EVER AGAIN WITHOUT PROPER SUPERVISION!

Jason: That was a cool explosion though.

The rest of the bats: Agreed.

Danny the type of guy to pick a fight with guys twice his size and then turn around to make fun of them if they try to fight a guy as small as him

He will also fight insane people and just mock them for the insanity

He and the joker fight? Bohoo little clown man thinking crazy laugh is scary oh boohoo

Scarecrow? Makes fun of him for being defeated by gas masks, does he get injected? Yes. Does he simply stop his blood flow? Also yes

Scarecrow gets close to tears

It comes to a head when Batman tries to corner him and Danny busts out the good ol "big guy so scary until someone swings a crowbar" which then you can hear Nightwings scandalized gasp, red robins stifled laughter and red hood telling red Robin of for the laughter in the background

All of this as fenton, just some 5'5 guy build like a shrimp

⚠️high volume warning

This is a silly little animatic I made a awhile ago, I’ve always wondered what the vestiges did when they were not being plot-relevant.

Sitting inside the endless void has got to be a little boring at times.

(The audio is from TheOdd1sOut)

Short DPXDC Prompts #468

Danny is a Chemistry teacher at Gotham Academy. His favorite student is Tim. He shocks the students by teaching and creating a Fear Antitoxin for the kids to learn as part of their curriculum.

No need to fight ill just give you both and a cheek kiss

Dont be jealous star (that's the blood moons combined name correct i dont remember) i gift you gun or long sword whatever you prefer and a kiss

Argument

‏I am a mother exhausted by pain, and her head is bent by misfortunes, I write to you while I am overwhelmed by sadness, exhausted from pain, helpless in the face of the cruelty of life and the injustice of the days.

‏Just a few days ago, my husband left me, he was martyred in the recent aggression on Gaza. He left trying to protect us, protect us with his body and soul, and left behind nine children and my broken heart, leaving me alone in the face of hunger, cold, fear, and the unknown.

‏Since I lost it, and everything has become heavy... Air, time, even sleep, I wake up every night to cry my children, and I have nothing for them... No food, no medicine, no milk for a baby, no warm bed, no hope looming on the horizon.

‏My children look at me with eyes asking me: “Where is my father?”

‏And I have no answer other than a trembling embrace and a heart that is fragging from helplessness.

‏Every day that passes is a battle in itself: a battle for survival, for them to live, only to live...

‏I knocked on all the doors and no door opened for me. Therefore, I am writing this letter to you with the tear of the eye and the pain of the heart, I seek mercy from you, from the people of living hearts, from the beating of their hearts one day with humanity.

‏Help me... not for me, but for innocent little souls who don't deserve all this pain.

‏Every help, every hand that extends to us, is a new life that shings in our hearts that is about to die from the intensity of oppression

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My Journey to Escape the War in Gaza

My name is Abdelmajed. I never imagined I’d be sharing my story like this, but life in Gaza has become unbearable. I am a survivor of the war here, and in the blink of an eye, everything I once knew—my home, my safety, my community—was ripped away from me.

The war has transformed Gaza into a graveyard of broken dreams. The buildings that once stood as symbols of life and resilience are now piles of rubble. Every corner is filled with the echoes of explosions. Every moment is shrouded in uncertainty. There is no security. There is no stability. There is no light at the end of the tunnel.

Basic needs have become luxuries. Food is scarce. Clean water is even scarcer. Hospitals are overwhelmed and under-resourced, and there is almost no medical care to be found. Every night, families go to bed hungry, praying they’ll wake up to see another day. The cost of basic necessities has skyrocketed, and it’s become a daily battle just to survive.

I’ve seen things I never thought possible—standing in long lines for a piece of bread, rationing every drop of water, and watching my people suffer in silence. I have lost everything—my home, my safety, my dignity.

Escape from Gaza is my only hope, but it’s almost impossible without financial help. The cost of evacuation is far beyond my means, and without support, I’m trapped in a warzone with no way out.

I’m reaching out to you now, in the hopes that someone, anyone, can help. I am not asking for luxury. I am asking for a chance—just a chance—to live. A chance to escape this never-ending cycle of fear, destruction, and loss. A chance to rebuild my life somewhere safe, where I can begin again, where I can find hope once more.

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Help Abdelmajed Escape Gaza and Rebuild His Life

My name is Abdelmajed, and I am a survivor of the war in Gaza. Everything I once knew has been taken away—my home, my safety, and the people

Any amount you can give will help me get closer to safety. Even the smallest donation will make a difference—it could be the lifeline I need to survive. If you are unable to donate, please share my story. The more people who hear it, the better the chance that I can find the support I desperately need.

Your kindness and support mean the world to me. You’re not just helping me escape a war; you’re giving me a chance to live, to rebuild, to breathe again.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for caring.

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