When The Period Cramps Hit So Bad You Gotta Pull Out This Move:

🎃 Happy Halloween 🎃

Pass the Crown (no thanks)

Dan joined the Justice League after he got the all-clear on his mental state. It was nice being away from Amity Park and the Ghost Zone. And away from Danny. Even if he was Dani's mentor as she was in the kiddie league.

During a League meeting, a glowing green rift started opening up. Everyone but Dan was ready to fight whatever came out of it. Dan just sat there, waiting.

"Dan!" Danny cried, coming through the portal and closing it.

"No." Dan answered. The rest of the Leaguers looked confused.

"Come on! Please!" Danny asked.

"No."

"Do you know him, Wraith?" Superman asked cautiously. Dan didn't share much about himself, but they normally could get information from Dani.

"Yes!" "Unfortunately." Came Danny and Dan's replies simultaneously.

Danny made an affronted noise. "Unfortunately? We're technically the same person!" He cried before taking on a much calmer tone. "Which brings me to why I'm here-"

Dan cut him off smugly. "No."

"But, Dan!" Danny whined.

"Should have let me keep my timeline then."

"That timeline was horrible and you know it," Danny pouted. "Please. Just this once?"

"So..." Started Flash.

"What's he going on about?" Asked Green Lantern.

"He's the Ghost King. He wants me to take over his court duties," Dan explained. "Has tried to trick me and Phantasm into doing them for him multiple times. It never works, so I have no idea why he keeps trying."

"I didn't ask to be king," Danny pouted more, crossing his arms.

"Nope, you're doing great though." Dan's grin was just sharp enough for Danny to know that he was trying to egg him on. If he didn't start the fight then it couldn't be misconstrued as a bid for the crown.

"You-!" Danny cut himself off, eyes narrowing. "I know what you're doing and it's not going to work."

Dan just hummed looking at his nails.

"Can I bribe you into being king for the day?" Danny asked.

"No."

Danny threw his hands up. "Oh, come on!"

But he needs advice Heket :(

IT'S ALMOST OCTOBER SO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS!

There's just one rule: have fun!

As you can see I created three levels of difficulty but don't feel pressured to stick with one the whole October

You can use #cotltober so your art will be easier to find

Short DPXDC Prompts #624

Jason is shaking. He hasn’t felt real for the past few hours and the sensation has been intensifying over the last thirty minutes. He’s had his fair share of dissociation but this is so so much worse. He went to grab the Manor’s doorhandle to let himself in and his hand went through the fucking door.

Sometimes when Dicks just too tired to deal with the batfam’s shit he starts encouraging them.

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Surrounded by gang members and caught in the crossfire between two gangs

Jason *pulling out a gun* : I’m gonna fucking obliterate all of them

Nightwing: Go right ahead

Jason: .. you serious? I’m not playing Dick I WILL shoot every single one of them in the head

Nightwing: sure.

Jason:

Nightwing: What you want me to start? Okay.

Jason: .. Dick why the fuck do you have a gun? DICK STOP LOADING THE GUN-

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At a stakeout waiting for the proof before intervening

Tim: Why can’t we just force a confession instead of waiting for him to crack?

Stephanie: Ooo or threaten him with blackmail so bad he starts crying!

Duke: Guys *eyes point to Dick sitting in a corner*

Stephanie: Right.. party pooper

Nightwing:

Nightwing: Okay got it.

*heads out*

Duke: No Dick wait! We were joking!

Stephanie: drama queen just needs a minute sunshine- wait is that him approaching the target?

Tim *who’s seen this happen before* *panicking knowing what’s gonna go down* : OH SHIT ABORT-

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Being stuck with a very annoying henchmen who won’t stop talking

Damian: .. Can we simply shut him up?

Nightwing: whatever you wanna do

Damian *narrows eyes*: I can’t ruin my katanna for this

Nightwing: *hands him knife*

Damian:

Nightwing: And remember, the most effective place to silence someone without causing them excruciating pain and also temporarily depriving them of air is right here *points to a small area on the neck*

Damian: ..

Nightwing: .? Go on?

Damian *putting it away* : .. no..

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It works a 1000 times more effectively just because either all of them are bluffing or they’re scared Dick’s not.

Soft Narilamb for my declining mental state + bonus leshycat kinda

I still love doodling them dw (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

Lamb has always taken Alma's love as something more akin to familial and platonic. Some followers just don't know the difference sometimes

DpxDc fun prompt/idea/mini story

During a stormy day, which is not all that rare in Gotham, an earthquake hits.

Now usually this isn’t that big of a problem, buildings in Gotham are meant to last through earthquakes and the power lines are meant to last through the worst of the weathers that hit Gotham shores.

Unfortunately for one Tim Drake Wayne, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, the city had suffered substantial damage during the last Arkham breakout three days ago.

Which means that Wayne Tower was thrown into emergency lock down mode to avoid further structural damage and then had the power cut off due to the storm surge outside not one moment later. The backup generators didn’t kick in either due to the earthquake taking them out or due to the fact that they were depleted when the Joker tried to force his way in three days ago.

So Tim was currently locked in a pitch black R&D room with no available source of light.

Not even his phone since Tam confiscated it earlier in the day.

This is made all the worse due to the fact that he was guiding a tour for a graduating class of high schoolers who also don’t have phones cause they were confiscated before he could allow them into this room.

So yeah, dark + locked in + no entertainment = no fun for anyone.

If he had even a little bit of light he could just continue pointing out things or come up with something to do until the problem is fixed but apparently the world hates him.

“Why is it so dark?” A high feminine voice asked, annoyance lacing her voice, “like, doesn’t this place have backup generators?”

“They’re likely out due to the earthquake Ms. Sanchez,” a tired male voice replied (most likely the teacher) before Tim could.

Tim wanted to groan but pushed down the feeling before it could slip out, he was going to have to play his CEO role for longer then he wanted to today.

Tam owed him for this.

“I apologize for this situation,” Tim starts, hoping that this class will continue to remain calm and quiet, “unfortunately since the building went into lockdown we can’t leave the room and with no light I can’t continue the tour. There should be flashlights in this room but there are also multiple dangerous items that shouldn’t be touched as well. So since we have no ability to discern which is which I ask that everyone remain where they are.” He could hear the grumbling of a few students but for the most part it seemed like everyone was listening to him so Tim would count his blessings where he could find them.

“Hey,” a male voice, one that Tim was pretty sure belonged to a big blond teen, “Does anyone have something on them that gives off light?”

Tim was vaguely impressed by how this class just went along with the situation, this is probably one of the calmest and most composed groups he has ever had to deal with.

A chorus of ‘no’ and ‘nopes’ followed as each student went about checking themselves for a light source.

“Wait!” An excited male voice called out startling Tim and, from the sounds of it, quite a few others, “Danny didn’t you eat the two day old leftover lasagna that your mom made for lunch?”

A slap akin to what you’d get if someone slapped themselves on the forehead was loud in the sudden silence of the room, “I can’t believe I forgot about that” someone else, most likely Danny, grumbled.

Tim was so confused by this turn in the conversation and apparently he was the only one.

Several people sounded like they’re trying not to laugh.

“It’s your time to glow Fenturd.”

“I do not understand how you’re still alive after years of eating the food in your house Mr Fenton.”

“I wonder if you count as a biohazard by this point. Do you know how much radiation you give off? Should we be concerned?”

“Shut up Mickey”

“What it’s a valid question?”

“That doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is that we won’t have to be completely bored for however long it takes to get out of this room.”

“Star has a point.”

“Yeah get cracking glow-stick.”

“Oh Ha Ha very funny guys,” Danny responds, “here, hold my jacket Tuck.”

A series of *crack* *crack* *pop* *crack* *pop* followed by a soft green glow that lit up the room came from the now visible guy.

Tim has so many questions.

So so so many questions.

He needs a sample of whatever Danny ate that caused this.

Tam owes him so much for doing this tour.