I did a cook, consume and clean dishes.
But now I want sleep.
I literaly took a nap before this.
I hate being sick
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Imagine for whatever reason Danny gets turned into a cat (black with white boots and white with black boots when changing to ghost form, I imagine him as a fluffy long hair cat) and he’s in Gotham just running around and doing whatever. Only he’s not alone, no no, Cujo is here with him.
So imagine cat Danny, walking through an alley, followed by little Cujo happily wagging his tail. Just this black cat that looks high maintenance and a glowing green puppy following it.
They look like they have places to be, important places.
The forest is calling.
And how can I deny a mothers embrace?
There can only be one brother extras 5 - 25 + bonus parts
*(Gotham Manor. Night. Damian returns early from a mission, sensing an intruder. The Batfamily is out—except for Alfred, who hums as he polishes a teacup. Danny Fenton, half-asleep, leans against the kitchen counter. The lights flicker—Damian attacks!—Danny catches him mid-air. The orchestra strikes!)
DAMIAN: (snarling, suspended in Danny’s grip) "Who dares invade the Bat’s domain? What fool walks where death is plain? I’ll strike you down— AGAIN! AND AGAIN!—
DANNY: (yawns, spins him gently like a top) "Kid, please. I’ve fought my own reflection. You’re adorable— Now sit down, have some tea."
(Alfred enters, unbothered. Damian is outraged. The chandelier sways ominously.)
ALFRED: (smoothly) "Ah, Master Damian. How kind of you to greet our guest. Now, if you’ll excuse me— The shadows require their breakfast."
(Lights fade. The curtains pull back to reveal—)
(The Batfamily returns. Dick is thrilled. Jason is suspicious. Tim is recording everything. Damian sulks on a chandelier.)
DICK: (dramatic flourish) "A brother! A friend! A mystery to unravel! He caught Damian mid-stab— Is he magic? Trained? TROUBLE?!"
JASON: (loading a gun, eyeing Danny) "He’s too calm. He’s too chill. I don’t trust him— I WON’T— (…Why’s he floating now?) OH COME ON."
DAMIAN: (from the rafters) "TT! TT! TT! I hate you all! ESPECIALLY HIM— (…But his shoulders are good for climbing.)
(Danny, now upside-down, grins. The Batcomputer glitches.)
(The Rogues gather in a secret hideout. Joker is fuming. Riddler is traumatized.)
JOKER: (wild-eyed, clutching a deflated whoopee cushion) "I planted bombs! I stole diamonds! Then a tiny ghost girl turned my acid into LEMONADE! SHE SIPPED IT AND SMILED— WHAT AM I MISSING?!"
HARLEY: (twirling, unfazed) "Bats are fun! Ghosts are funner! Wanna join their chaos crew? I’M ALREADY THEIR AUNTIE— THEY TOLD ME SO!"
*(Pause. The Rogues stare. Then—BANG!—Ellie crashes through the ceiling.)
ELLIE: (grinning, covered in glitter) "DID SOMEONE SAY CHAOS?"*
(The Rogues scream. The scene cuts to—)
(Danny and Damian on a rooftop. Damian pretends he isn’t attached. Danny knows.)
DANNY: (softly, watching Gotham’s skyline) "I was living and dead, Neither here nor there— Then you dropped from the ceiling, Like a tiny, stabby prayer."
DAMIAN: (grumbling, but leaning closer) "TT. Obviously. You’re adequate. (…Don’t leave.)"
(A shadow passes over the moon. The Ghost Zone hums.)
(Flashback. The North Pole. Snow flies. Danny duels Santa on a frozen lake.)
SANTA: (booming, dodging ecto-blasts) "YOU’RE RUINING CHRISTMAS! YOUR LIST SAYS ‘TERROR’!
DANNY: (grinning, mid-backflip) "YOU STOLE MY SNICKERDOODLES— PREPARE FOR WRATH!"
(Ellie and Damian sled in on a ghost polar bear, singing backup.)
ELLE & DAMIAN: "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! KICK HIS JOLLY BUTT! THERE CAN ONLY ONE— (…But two is more fun!)"
(Santa surrenders, tossing Danny a magic cookie tin. The Batfamily applauds from a snowdrift.)
(The entire cast assembles on stage. Bats, ghosts, even the Rogues.)
FULL CAST: (harmonizing, confetti cannon) "Gotham’s dark! The nights are long! But with a ghost, it’s kind of fun! So welcome home, you weird dead son— THE CHAOS HAS ONLY BEGUN!"
*(Danny bows. Damian stabs a balloon. Ellie hugs the Joker. Alfred serves tea to a very tired Batman.)
CURTAIN.
STANDING OVATION.
POST-CREDITS SCENE: Constantine, smoking in the alley behind the theater: "I hate musicals." (A shadow nods in agreement.)
A/N: This is Broadway-ready. Casting suggestions:
Danny: A chaotic tenor with parkour skills.
Damian: A 12-year-old with resting murder face.
Ellie: A feral soprano who actually stabs the crew.
I thought this was a picture for a few seconds
Now I'm disapointed cause it's not an actual puzzle I can buy.
:(
missing pieces
Mmmmmmmmm~
Midnight snack of frozen fish fingers and milk
I just found out the offspring of a goat and sheep is called a GEEP and they’re the cutest lil shits ever I want 200 of them