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I love this!

Also Danny going from terrified child screaming for his godfather to overly protective dangerous kid at the drop of a hat, especially cuz Brucie is considered a playboy! If vlad was that crazy over a one side crush on Maddie he can’t even imagine what will happen if this stupid playboy breaks his heart!!

Danny (yelling): Vlad!!!!! Vlad help !!! These strangers are trying to take me away!! (Tears) I’m /so/ scared!!

Only one of the batkids sees the slight slip of his smirk but instead of realizing it’s *for drama* like Jason they think it manipulative…. Wait is Danny actually the one calling the shots here? (He is but not the way they think)

Vlad using this as a chance to get away from Bruce! With bruce following right on his heels! (Danny spots this like wtf? Vlad is obviously trying to get. Away. From. You!)

Vlad: little badger! It’s alright! I’m here! (Hug) oh you must be the Wayne kids … honestly you gothamites are too much! Threatening me is one thing but ganging up on Daniel like this is-

Snap!

Danny: he threatened you?

Shit

Danny: we’re the only ones that get to do that! (Big mad who does this guy thing he is!)

Imagine redeemed Vlad and Danny going to a wayne gala and bickering as they do

Only their bickering just sounds really horrible to everyone around them

"At least here your parents won't kill you"

"Yeah but you might"

"Only in front of an audience"

And of course people overhear

And of course one of them is bruce adoption papers in purse wayne

Vlad gets taken aside by bruce to be threatened slightly and "hand over the guardianship and no one gets hurt"

Danny gets pulled to the side by the batkids and given a whole spiel about how they can help him and all

Until Danny starts screaming for Vlad - he sees potential for drama and he takes it - and Vlad - who also loves drama - joins in of course, jumping and sliding over tables all "Your godfather is one his way you sad and terrified child"

Jokes on them, the batkids - Jason especially, who had to be held back not to join in in the dramatics - only see this as fuel, now they need him in their family, friends or force either way

Bruce’s Interlude Warning! Unfulfilled smut

- this takes place between chapters so you don’t have to read it especially if you don’t like smut anyway enjoy!

Against popular belief Bruce was not entirely emotionally incompetent. He could realize somethings about himself quite well.

He could realize the the strain between him and Tim was his own fault.

He could realize that most of his relationships with his sons were his fault.

He could realize that ever even looking in Talias direction had been a mistake.

He could realize that Catwoman never loved Bruce only Batman.

He knew when he was physically attracted to someone, and often his playboy persona was perfect for it. So yes he was attracted to Vlad but he wasn’t going to make a move. He wasn’t.

Vlad didn’t show any inclination of liking Bruce more than a friend. He called Bruce that a lot, his friend. He didn’t deserve it.

Bruce knew he was selfish.

Utterly selfish. Bruce was use to harsh quips and leather. But Vlad was different, he was all snark with no bite and softness that lulled the caped crusader under.

Bruce was selfish and wanted anyway.

He wanted to sleep on top of his plush looking thighs. He wanted to take care of this vulnerable man who loved his children and baked and tried to make Bruce smile on bad days. He wanted to take care of Vlad who sometimes looked at his children with sad eyes. Who crumpled to the ground when Bruce had accidentally called him Vladdie once.

Bruce’s heart sputters when he’s called Vlads friend. And he pretends to be emotionally unaware as to why.

—- —- —-

They’re warm and snug into the couch of Vlad’s living room watching a K-drama when it starts.

Bruce doesn’t have the words to tell the silver haired father that he is falling for him. Somehow he ends up allowed to kiss him anyway.

Allowed to soak in the man’s sigh as their mouths part for air. To pepper his face with kisses and watch that gentle smile paint his face. The same one Vlad makes when he’s secretly, utter fond of something. Like deserts, and his children’s screams and cheesy cliches in movies. Bruce wants to earn one of those smiles.

Bruce kisses his neighbors mouth again. Hands roving over his sides, perching themselves on that wonderful tummy and squeezing. Vlad gasps prettily as he licks down the man’s throat.

Bruce is hard in his trousers and has to stop himself from jumping his companion. If he could he’d smack himself for the audacity, Vlad wasn’t Selina or Talia or any of his countless flings. Vlad was fragile and soft and perfect.

“Mmuh,” the man in question groans, fuck. Fuck when had Bruce started touching Vlad like that. He looked down at his hand that were playing with Vlads tummy, skirting around his bulge.

Bruce moves his hands up to cares his face before his kisses him again. He wants to take this slow. Wants this to work.

“Ahh ah Bruce,” legs spread.

Bruce slots himself into the space instead of taking his own advice. And is rewarded with Vlad lifting his hips up to rub their erections together. His resolve snaps and he is rutting down on his partner like a horny inexperienced teenager. It feels so good, so warm. Vlad runs his hands gently threw the vigilantes hair, there’s no pulling it doesn’t hurt. It makes Bruce slow down and kiss him again.

Bruce props pillows behind Vlad and picks him up by the legs until he’s sitting down at the edge of the couch. “Hhhmmm Bruce what are you doing?” Amusement filling his features.

Bruce slides off the couch, Vlad’s legs twitched around him. He leaned into the aborted touch and laid his cheek on a thigh. Bruce was again at a loss for words he didn’t know what he was doing. This is all he wanted.

All he wanted was to be allowed to rest in Vlad’s thighs and breathe. He gripped the meat of his partners thighs closer to his head, turning his head to kiss the thigh he was laying on.

“Oh, oh Bruce.”

His entire being stiffened. No, no no! Why did Vlad sound sad? He wasn’t supposed to be sad anymore, Bruce’s stomach twisted. What had he done wrong?

He looked up at the man that had filled his life with so much light. Vlad was crying, why why was he crying? Bruce could apologize, he could fix this he could-

“I have to go now.”

Go where? No no no. Don’t go! Don’t leave him alone please, please. Bruce shut his eyes, remembering being abandoned at the alter. He didn’t want to be alone anymore.

“You lied to me.”

Bruce shook, and swallowed as his throat dried. Batman. Always Batman he-

Hands caressed his head, Bruce had lied about being Batman and Vlad still-

“Oh darling. You can’t save me.”

Bruce’s head spun, his heart lurched.

“You can’t save me.”

What ? No he-

“You can’t save me. “

No no no wait ! Bruce reached out and his fingers connected to noting.

-

Bruce wakes up in a quiet house, cold and alone. He sits up in his own bed uncomfortably hard in his pants and feels nothing but shame.

He sees his phone charging on the bedside and ignores Vlad’s texts. He doesn’t deserve to inflict his brokenness on to the kind man.

Bruce regrets his self punishment four days later.

It causes him to hate himself more. It starts the vicious cycle all of Bruce’s relationship go threw. It’s a routine a more emotionally aware person would be able to notice and maybe even stop.

Ghost Helpline part 7

“What exactly did she say?”

“I’m telling you bats she just went ‘Questions cost extra’ and then the two of them just disappeared into thin air!!” Arsenal couldn’t fucking believe this, they had been talking in circles for five minutes. The girl left Roy feeling off balance, she creeped him out. There he said it she creeped him the fuck out! A part of him was so unsettled by her all he wanted to do was shoot both those fuckers and be done with it. Then he pushed that unpleasantness down and looked again. All he saw was a tired tired kid. Had he ever been that tired as Speedy? Now he was pushing all those feelings down again because now he didn’t want to kill her or sympathize with her, he guessed some part of being a father had made him weak, now all he wanted were answers!!

Tim was begging to grow worried for Bruce Batman. It was clear to Tim that he was spiraling, understandably, all security forage in the watchtower had come up as static. Glitching widely, the best picture they could capture was of the floor covered in fire Konstelacios metallic boots in the corner. There were no leads; no ancient murals, crumbling statues or off handed anecdotes in a dead man’s journal. Nothing. And according to the team on dragon watch duty there were possibly even more threatening players involved. A group of people strong enough to take down a villain that thwaped Superman like a fly. It was unnerving for Tim, which only meant it must be driving Bruce Batman up a wall. Tim worried.

—- — —-

Konstelacio arrived at Masters Manor with her friend approximately 10 minutes later. A headache forming in between her ears and a sigh escaping her.

All of her brothers ran about packing their things, “See I told you she’d be back! She’s fine.” Konstelacio didn’t bother to check which one of them had spoken, it hardly mattered.

“I’m heading down to the lab, I need to use the portal.” No one answered as she took Aragons hand and descended the steps.

“Whelp, time to face the music buddy.” She pouted, listening to Uncle Dans lecture was going to be a pain.

—— — — —-

Booster came back three days after the meeting, a whole day and a half before Captain Marvel, with a massive concussion .It was a mistake.

Constantine wasn’t upset no no of course not … he was fucking pissed!!!

How on earth was this his life now??? He grabbed as many totems and charms as he could. They were going to need as much luck as they could get their hands on.

-

“Bloody fucking Hell this is by far the worst idea I have ever heard and I want absolutely no part of it!!!”

“John”

“Don’t you John me Z! This is obviously a bad idea!!!”

WonderWoman sighed, “We understand the risks but we are out of options.”

“Pppfff as if we wanted you here in the first place pal”

“Hal!”

“What it’s true if this spell? Summoning? Offering? What ever the hell it’s called didn’t require two magicians we would have just let Zatanna do it!”

“Stop it everyone we cannot be fighting amongst ourselves right now! We have to be ready for anything that happens and whoever decides to help us.” Superman crossed his arms. “Uh question, I get the whole dabbling in magical creatures equal bad but uhhh who or what are we doing exactly?” Wally said offhandedly to Robin(Dick)

“That’s just the thing … we don’t know this Circle is essentially an open invitation to anyone who can help us,” Zatanna sighed “Which means we have to be ready for the worst including whatever it is this creature may want in exchange.” “Oh yeah,” John huffed “Our first born, blood of a virgin, Superman’s soul totally nothing we need to worry about or take to mean We. should. Not. Do. this! !”

Batman ‘cleverly’ choose that moment to walk in, “Alright then start it up.”

Magic is always hard to describe; the colors, and motion like something out a fantasy but this ? This was inexplicable as the candles rose to the ceiling, smoke filled their eyes and the sound of, well -some kind- of animal shook their ears. Then as fast as it came it was gone, as they adjusted to the scene they saw who now occupied the middle of the circle.

Horns

“Bollocks it just had to be a devil.”

Black hair sloppily put into twin buns, held together by … twine???

Superman’s eyebrows creased in slight confusion.

Tan skin painted black in the pattern of an old broken glass on their arms.

Flash stilled next to his nephew.

A scar from a blade ran across one half of their face.

WonderWoman lowered her lasso.

Gold eyes.

Zatanna felt uncomfortable.

There in the circle stood what they would all guess to be a 12 maybe 14 year old???

Batman’s stomach suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“What the ….-“

“Hello Mortals! You have reached the Infinite Realms HelpLine! You may call me Konstelacio! How may I be of assistance?”

Hey everyone!!! Finally got around to putting my fic on Ao3!! Please check it out and comment I love all your support!!! Ao3 is way better to keep up with chapters but I’m still gonna be posting here first :)

Ghost Helpline part 6

Green Arrow, Black Canary, martian Marnhunter and a gaggle of side kicks were probably not the best group to be handling a dragon. A dragon none of them could touch, it would just go threw everything. Especially arrows.

“I’m just a guy with some arrows I didn’t ask for all this magic and monsters nonsense.”

Arsenal snickered, “Its actually called Dungeons and Dragons Ollie.”

“I hate all of you.”

For now the dragon was sleeping, laid out the sand puffing smoke out of his nose. Having decided not to go threw with his threat of burning everything to ashes. If Ollie was being generous the monster almost seemed… depressed. Giving up his fight half heartedly, the beast had knocked Superman out of the air! He could definitely beat them but the dragon only stared at Arrow before grumbling deciding to nap, “What’s the point ? You humans are going to light yourselves on fire anyway.”

That was over an hour now and everyone sans the Marians were starting to grow jumpy. Inviting Constantine was always a headache, and the plan to collect help seemed down right batshit insane. But it wasn’t on Oliver so what could he do? He was just a guy with arrows.

——- ——- ——-

An hour, then another, then one more before a girl showed up. She looked unusual but he’s seen weirder. “Hey! Whose sidekick is this ? Who let her out onto the field? Get outta there kids.” Ollie pulled back an arrow, knowing full well it wouldn’t do anything against the giant lizard, but it was better than doing nothing.

She wasn’t even flying, she was just walking up to it. Like it was nothing she didn’t even seem scared just annoyed. “Hey! Somebody stop her be-“ the Martian hushed him,”Wait, look.”

Back straight, head held high, arms behind her, like a soldier. And Oliver would know he was well acquainted with a few, Stewart not withstanding. What was she- “Aaragon. You should not be here.” Her voice was loud, not commanding but stilled. She was, oh god this kid was nagging a dragon!

“I’m not angry…”

Oh my god no!

“I’m just disappointed.”

Green Arrow relaxed his arms, chuckling. The dragon, Aaragon actually looked shame faced.

—- ——

~Back at the watchtower~

Hal’s head was spinning, “We have to go after her!”

“Red Robin pull up a video feed now. Someone call in. We are not running into this situation without- “

“Bats shes just some kid!”

“She is an interdenominational being of unknown power who insisted she could take care of it. Call. Manhunter. first.”

—- —- —-

“What’s wrong this time Aragon I swear to CW if this is about a girl again.” Konstelacio dragged a hand down her face, ugh at least it was Aragon.

The two argued as the heroes regrouped to watch the show, uhh to gather intel.

“Come on now Aragon! What happened ! What are you really upset about? You haven’t gone off on a rage like this in months! Don’t make me call for help.”

“I don’t need help! And that’s Prince Aragon to you!”

Arsenal cringed, that couldn’t have been the right thing to say.

“No it isn’t, your sister has graciously allowed for you to have your title reinstated ONLY if you get help!” The girl huffed proud and tired. “And you were doing so good at foundling Aragon! What happened? You know I cant judge you. “ she snorted “I’m not Walker.”

“I don’t need counseling! I hate it! I hate everything! I hate humans!”

Konstelacio felt shaky in a sad way, she knew this speech. “That’s not how therapy works Aragon, you know that.”

“She’s right,” Black Canary stepped up. It was obvious the two beings knew each other and one of them was hurting. She approached softly, she was also the only one that could land a hit on this thing- even if she had to resort to ruining her voice. In case she was wrong she needed to be close enough to push the girl away.

The behemoth roared, “What would you know human!” Aragon snarled claws snapping around the girl!

Covering her, protecting her. Oh.

“Oh what did they do this time? Did they hurt you?”

Aragons neck rose, “As if these puny mortals could land a blow on the might Prince Aragon!”

“Ex Prince.”

“Gggrrrr!”

“Ether talk to me or let’s go home. You know we’re not supposed to be here.”

Aragon hummed looking down on the heroes, Arsenal hated it.

“It’s all gone.”

“What? What’s all gone?”

A low rumble emoted from the dragons despair, “Everything! My home! My castle! My kingdom ! Everything’s changed.”

“I’m sorry Aragon,” Konstelacio has been alive centuries and tried to acted it but in moments like this she felt small, so small.

“I am to, I didn’t mean to come to the living realm at all. I knew I was getting angry so I went out where I couldn’t damage sisters reputation anymore. I stubbles into a natural portal and just.”

“I understand suddenly being underwater must have been really scary for a fire user.” She missed the ocean… she the ancient ships not so much. “But why didn’t you come back afterwards! Honestly! I was starting to get worried -“

“No you weren’t.”

“What?” - Dinah pursed her lips closed, she had treated people like this before, she wanted to help, this girl was out of her depth.

“You didn’t even notice I was gone! No body noticed I was gone! Sister didn’t notice I was gone.” Aragon was frustrated, angry seething red. Things were perfect the way it was before! So what if he made some mistakes ruling after their parents died? And so what is Dora hated him? She doesn’t know anything! She doesn’t know how hard he had to work to keep everything together! .. so what if she was scared of him? He had been doing everything for her right? He had been… he was…

“I -I -iii”

“And it just made you madder right?” Black canary tiptoed, “Just made you feel like no one cares about you. Like you need to lash out to even be seen. I understand where you’re coming from. Your friend is right therapy is a long process and is bound to come with set backs and that’s okay. But you can’t just give up. Someone as strong as you is bound to push threw!”

Konstelacios throat filled with acid,“I’m sorry Aragon I didn’t know I’m a bad friend, please come home ? I promise to check in on you more. I’ll even blackmail FrightNight to hangout with us!”

“You would blackmail the FrightNight! For me?”

“I’d blackmail General Dan for you man!” The girl chuckled, “Tho speaking of the general we are going to have to check in with him.”

The beast moved back, and just what in the world was their general to make a literal dragon scared?????

“It’s okay Aragon I’ll do all the talking.” She winked up at the creature.

“Alright I’ll go back.” The mammoth of a livers pulled himself up towering over everyone, the girl didn’t flinch.

The blue ghost looked over at the heroes, “Thank you Healer for your words, I had not know I need to hear them. Kkhhmm and thank you green one the sight of a human closer to my time is … comforting I suppose. Archers are a rarity these days.”

The demon smiled finally time to go home!

“Wait, please excuse my interruption I have a few questions to ask miss Konstelacio.”

Aragon had begun to shrink into that of a young man, eighteen in medieval attire, instantly he was leaning over the girls shoulder. Protective. “And who are you?”

“Hello, My name is Martian manhunter.”

Omg yes I love it

And also…. Fruit Bat

DP X DC Idea:

Post Redemption Arc Vlad Masters is wandering around San Fransico as Plasmius and discovers a teenage boy (Tim Drake/Robin) in a secret lab under the Teen Titans Tower desperately attempting to create a clone of his dead best friend (Kon).

Vlad: Oh. I know how to do this! Also Vlad: ... ... Should I though?

Cue: Tim and Vlad bonding

Though whether it's through a mutual "We tried to clone a person and failed to create what we wanted to create" sort of bonding thing or more of Vlad going: "Hey, this isn't going to work, but I'll help you anyways with this while also helping you realize it's not going to work and let you work through your grief in the process and maybe just maybe...we can become our own found family together?"

Part 2? 3? Of redeemed Vlad I guess?

Ok ok so

Vlad now has Billy, his clone sons ( I’m thinking 6 ? 7? Yes I know that sounds like a lot but … yes), Klarion and a demon-ling girl.

Why a demon girl? One sister makes it hilarious and it can’t be Dani cuz she ain’t ever coming back to that shit show - also drama maybe Dani has issues with demon girl cuz “there is no way Vlad has actually changed” or cuz “he changed for you but not for me”

Now for whatever reason the Masters family move in next door to the Wayne’s

- taking down anti magic/ghost people

- tracking down artifacts

- trying to figure out why Gotham is cursed

- house in Fauset got destroyed

- staying closer to Jazz as she works at Arkum (anger management)

- one of the clone sons is attending Gotham university as a cover ???

- Damian doesn’t know why but he despises Demon Girl absolutely loathes how weak she acts (it not all an act) hates how everyone in her family adores her (she has no idea cuz none of them can fucking communicate ! Vlad never taught them how!- he doesn’t even know how??) grinds his teeth at how she flinched how she smiles how she blinks like and owlish imbecile every time he is nice to her he isn’t that scary!!! (He is, she not confused ‘Damian’ is being nice , she’s confused a human is being nice - especially an Al gul)

- the supers, Jon Kon and Clark keep listening in on the Bats new neighbors at the worst possible time~ cringe but also concern cuz yikes

- Kon over hearing Demon Girl defend “clones” vedamently and with a passion: 😭

- Vlad and Bruce become friends- get crushes

- which leads Batman to becoming a paranoid mess and making the absolutely wrong connections to everything while trying to help and keep vlad safe

There are certain truths to life:

Batman was always going to exist.

Danny was always going to have a connection to ghosts.

And Vlad will always get his heart broken in the end- really he should have know. Better.

- Wherein Bruce Wayne and Vlad Masters fall in love.

But Plasmius and Batman despise each other.

- Vlad really thought he had found the one this time charming, lovingly ditzy, and much like himself a serial adopter!

And if Bruce’s looks reminded him of Jack, and his sharp whit reminded him of Maddie well it’s not as if Vlad had anyone to tell.

Vlad only had himself to blame really, he had been to blind to see it to stupidly love struck to connect the dots.

Scars nether of them mentioned, they’re respective children being a bit - unusual, running away at awkward times.

The paranoia came later, the insistence on keeping him safe, the begging to have his wizard friend look over his ‘magical’ children “just in case”. The Justice league- Batman- the contingency plans.

Even then Vlad could make a thousand excuses, he could even forgive. The same way he had with….But nothing could go back to the way things were.

Being concerned about his son klarion was reasonable, his clone sons understandable really, his demon daughter (if she hadn’t gotten hurt) mildly fair, but targeting Billy crossed a line!

Everyone’s always like :

Batman adopts Billy

Superman adopts Billy

Constatine adopts Billy

I say: Fuck it ! BILLY adopts Vlad!

Vlad moves to Faucet city getting away from the past after making up with Danny blah blah blah

And this street kid just decides this “abandoned” mansion is perfect to squat in. But surprise Vlad is living in there!

I want Billy to look at Vlads money look at how unhappy he is look back at Vlad and go “bitch you live like this”

Vlad pays Billy an outrageous amount of money to help fix up the mansion. Billy pops in to wash laundry and cook food for two only to immediately vanish at night/ all the time and Vlad can’t do shit about it

I need Billy to fucking believe that people can change and rip heroes on the league who believe villains will always be villains ... while Vlad is still a villain just not murder hungry one

I want Billy to have a soft place to land and only seeing it as safe because HE is the one that MADE it soft! Vlad needs him and Billy is a hundred percent willing use that knowledge!

The entire situation is a melancholy comedy that writes itself!

Also imagine Shazam calling Vlad cuz ghosts attacked the JL and Plasmius showing up talking to Billy about shit in the far past - thus making everyone double down on the theory of Shazam being super old!

But also Plasmius calling Shazam “kiddo” or Shazam calling him “old man” and THE ENTIRE JUSTICE LEAGUE is just like holy shit Shazam’s dad is a powerful ghost!

((Sorry I’ve been away for so long!  I’m moved back in and I’m working on my whole “adult” thing.  But I’ll be back to answering you’re guys’ asks soon!  In the mean time, enjoy these doodles/test/references I did on “my” tablet now that I have it again!))

A Tribute to Avicii | early 2019 | SPEEDPAINT

Reposting some of my favorite paintings from the past year or so. This piece is rather personal to me, all info below the cut from the original description! 

Rest in peace, Tim. </3

“[April 20th, 2018], Tim Bergling, better known under his stage name, Avicii, passed away. I wrote about my feelings regarding this in detail last year, so I won't ramble on for too long, but after creating this, I feel liberated, I think this is what I needed to make to move on. This is one of my favorite pieces, deeply personal to me, and I hope the passion that went into it is visible. Here's to the man, I know he was perpetually and horribly stressed in life, so I hope he's finally at peace. Thought the Bismarck flying fox fit due to the angular white markings on its face, it's truly a beautiful animal. The background is inspired by his songs "The Days," "The Nights," and "Sunset Jesus." The composition of the piece is a reference to his logo: ◢ ◤”