Tim Drake: Duke Has No Survival Or Self-preservation Instincts. I Think He Was Built Without Them.

tim drake: Duke has no survival or self-preservation instincts. I think he was built without them.

dick grayson: That can’t be true—

tim drake: Watch this.

tim drake: Hey, Duke! Race you downstairs!

duke thomas: [jumps out of a four-story window]

Masterlist ✨✨✨

Start here! :

The Origin

The rest ! :

(X means unfinished)

(All of these are connected but can be read as stand alone)

Meeting the phantomily:

Crack meeting the batfam :

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5 the final!

Hide @ dick’s apartment :

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5 the final!!

You can’t bench me! :

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5| Part 6| Part 7| Part 8 the final!!

ice cream| intermission | bonus

The Batburger saga : X

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3| Part4 | Part 5| Part 6

Asks:

(Ask are always open!)

Fav DPxDC trope?

ships in the AU?

First hug?

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Explosions!

Uncanny Danny

I’ve often seen “Eldritch Danny” as like a fully inhuman form distinct from his humanoid ghost form. But what if that doesn’t happen?

What if he gradually looks less human but it never actually diverges into a separate monster form. He only has the one ghost form and one human form, both of which no longer look entirely human.

He may pass as one at first glance, but then an unsettling feeling prods at the back of your mind, whispering that there’s something wrong with him. Something uncanny. Your instincts scream at you to run, to not fall for this thing’s attempt to blend in.

But the thing is, Danny doesn’t know about any of this. The changes were gradual; all his friends and family in had plenty of time to get used to him. Yeah he’s a little freaky but he’s still just their dude. It’s kinda hard to be terrified of the dork you grew up with and often see infodumping about space.

So he’s just vibing while all the outsiders are glancing at him in mute terror.

Because to them? He reads as an eldritch monster pretending to be a human. They can tell he’s powerful but have no idea what he is or what his goals are. Heck, it sometimes feels like he’s playing with them, openly flaunting his inhuman aspects as if to say, “So what? What are you gonna do about it?”

what batman villain is rolling the worst joints

If zombies were real, you wouldn't first be warned by the approaching horde by their smell, by their groans, not even a cloud of smoke of the dust they raise coming closer from the horizon. It would be the flies. Hordes and hordes of insects, corpse-flies laying eggs on the carcasses of people who still walk, eating the eyeballs from their sockets, climbing across their unfeeling leathery skin. And the buzzing. The inescapable, deafening buzzing. Everywhere. Like you did not just kick a hornet's nest, but the very ground you walk on was a hornet nest, and each step caused another explosion of insects.

Insects, corpse flies, the buzzing. Their swarms blacken the skies, more horrifying than their migrating meals. The deafening cacophony of constant buzzing, the horrid noise of the living who feast on the dead who feast on the living. The buzzing.

The endless, inescapable buzzing.