I'm trying to find the prompt where one of the dogs (I'm pretty sure it's Ace) is dying/dies and Damian starts asking questions on what's happening and freaking out because he never really experienced death due to the lazerus pit. Everyone was trying to console Damian because yeah, he's never understood the permanence of death.
It's been on my mind for a while and I can't find it.
Demon Twins AU where Danny is trans. Talia smuggled him away to an orphanage in the states at a young age. She and everyone else always knew that Ra's would never pick the girl child to be his heir. Talia's baby deserved better than the fate that awaited her in the League. So she does the hardest thing she's ever done and gives her up.
Danny was four when he arrived in the US. His memories of before are blurry at best, and fade even more with time. Soon he forgets everything about the League and his previous family.
Years later, the reveal goes wrong. Danny runs, and it's pure chance that he ends up in Gotham. He's just another homeless street kid in Crime Alley. He's scraping by okay with petty theft and pickpocketing until he spots a completely unattended suped-up motorcycle. Of course he tries to steal it.
He just wasn't expecting that to be Red Hood's bike.
Jason watches as this random kid tries stealing his bike a little torn. Not about the bike. It's got a tracker in it so there's no worries there, and no one in their right mind would take what was clearly his bile from a random street kid.
He'd added some of the more subtle Bat branding on it, as a sign to the rest of Gotham, and no one actually from Crime Alley would touch his bike. Which meant the kid was new to the Alley, new to Gotham, or both. There was no question in his mind about the kid being new to the streets. Skinny and grimy he may be, but his clothes still fit and his shoes were only in moderately bad condition.
Which brought Jason to his current dilemma: What to do about the kid?
He didn't want to scare the kid, that much was certain. If they were new to Gotham, they probably hadn't heard about him. If they were just new to the alley, then they'd probably only heard about his lack of a kill rule. Neither one would make it good to approach the kid from the shadows.
But damn, he did need to help somehow. The Alley brats at least knew where they could get safe food and a blanket, this kid looked like he'd been dumpster diving from time to time. Not to mention the haunted look in his eyes, the way he'd pause from hotwiring the bike to look over his shoulder. The brat was being hunted, and they knew it.
Sure, he could offer help. A safe house, food, clothes, a shower. But that risked attachment, which risked dragging this kid into his nightlife. Better to just point the kid to a shelter or some of the friendlier kiddie gangs. Then again, a traitorous thought whispered, the brat's a tire iron and two wheels away from being you. It couldn't be too hard to take him in.
He'd have to make a choice soon, whichever way he leaned. The kid was getting scarily close to bypassing Tim's anti-theft measurements.
Jason goes through an entire character arc in the span of five minutes deciding that yes, he will uproot his entire and raise this street kid as his own, only for the kid to finally turn around to face him and it's Damian. It's fucking Damian. God dammit. This is clearly Damian, undercover for some reason, stealing his goddamn bike.
He's gonna kill the demon brat.
Danny wasn’t quite sure what was happening but he wasn’t going to complain.
He could tell at a look that the supped up bike in front of him had a lot of the tech he would need to make a portal gun. Gotham may have more ecto in the air than most cities, but Gotham’s ecto was stagnant and he was a growing halfa with needs. So stealing a bike with a Fenton level security system made with Vlad level money was it.
Then some liminal guy with a red helmet appeared out of no where and started yelling at him.
Now Danny would understand being yelled at for stealing the bike but Mr. Redhead seemed more upset that HE was stealing the bike than the bike being stolen.
The guy kept going off on how “you should know better than to mess with my ride” and “there was no formal prank war” and “I don’t care what kind of op you’re was running, I’m taking you home and telling Alfred”.
Hence why Danny was now strapped to the bike he had been trying to steal, speeding down the back alleys of Gotham and wondering why the liminal kept mumbling about demon brats and small birds under his breath.
I could just see it now.
Jason pulls into the Batcave and starts yelling at Bruce, either because he believes Bruce sent "Damian" to prank/spy on him or because Bruce lost "Damian" without realizing it (again).
Either way, Jason is halfway through his yelling shpeil without letting Bruce get a word in when Damian, not skinny and clearly very clean, leaves the elevator and with a tired yawn, asks why Jason's yelling at his father.
Cue Jason panicking because he could have sworn that kid was Damian in disguise, then panic harder when he realizes the kid he thought was Damian was gone and hasn't been there since he started yelling at Bruce.
Chaos ensues. Jason, because due to the fact he thought this kid was Damian he never put a tracker on him, Bruce because his mask was off in front of a stranger at the time of Jason's lecture about child safety, and Damian because some kid has a face so close to his Jason of all people thought it was him.
And though they have the cameras to prove the kid was there, it was just too grainy and staticy to get a good look at the kid. What made it harder to understand was the fact that one minute the kid was there, another minute, he was gone.
Danny is deaf in his left ear.
It's a product of his accident, only partial and barely noticeable other than the occasional ringing of the ear or sudden water-in-ear feeling. But Danny doesn't really notice or mind (but mostly doesn't notice) due to his heightened senses and the fact the previous effects barely happen.
It comes to a head though when, after a particularly rough fight (maybe Vortex changing atmospheric pressure or Vlad/his parents trying a new invention, possibility a rough hit, possible crossover bs, etc), the water-in-ear feeling came back. Danny wouldn't mind at first, thinking it'd just go away like it usually does.
But it doesn't.
I dunno what else to put here. Feel free to extend.
So I reread the latest part of Birdritch l, and because I'm a little aware of comic ✨lore✨, is Dick a true owl because he was originally supposed to be a Talon in the comics? Because if I recall correctly, if Mary and John Grayson didn't die and if Bruce didn't take him in, the court of owls were going to go all sleeper agent on Dick.
Would I, the poor, innocent author that I am, imply something horrifying about Dick's heritage and perhaps even fate like that by calling him a true owl??
Stephanie dying her hair black for an undercover OP
Stephanie: So what you guys think
Dick:
Tim: That is so freaky
Jason: You… you look like Bruce’s mom!
Stephanie: WHAT? No I don’t!
Dick: You do! And it’s so fucking freaky!
Tim: It’s a really fucking eerie resemblance. Are you sure you’re not related to him? Like a distant cousin or something?
Stephanie: Your all fucking insane. I don’t look like her!
Jason: Hold on. Alfred! Can you come here!
Alfred: There is no need to shout Master Jason. Now what is all the commotion?
Jason: We just need to know, does Steph look like Bruce’s mom?
Alfred: Bloody Hell. You do bear a very striking resemblance to the late Martha Wayne, Ms Brown.
Tim: Told you.
Dick: Come on let’s dye it brown before Bruce sees and has a fucking panic attack.
(tempted to write a full-length fic where Steph is the reincarnation of Martha Wayne, cause of this. Obviously full credits and link to the post if I do. AND NO IT WONT BE CONNECTED TO JASON IS THE REINCARNATION OF THOMAS WAYNE AU I CAME UP WITH. YOU NASTIES.)
(psst I would love to read this)
I started drawing Dick with his mom and dad taking care of baby Dick after a nightmare... than it kind of went from there.
I imagined they had this big blanket his Mary treasured, but one day, Dick accidentally ripped it. So she cut off the damaged piece, fixed the edges, embroidered it, and turned it into a mini version just for him.
That got me thinking about how confusing everything must’ve been after his parents died, and how much must’ve been lost. I mean, I’m sure Bruce, Alfred, or even Haly’s Circus tried to return his parents’ belongings to him, but realistically, it’s hard to believe nothing got lost in all that chaos.
So… cue the angst.
Demon Twins AU but Danny is the stronger of the two
So I was thinking, instead of Damian being the stronger one of the two, what if Danny was the stronger one.
I felt like expanding this, so here we go.
(also, in my version of this au, Damian and Danny are fraternal twins, not identical. I want white passing Danny and very Arabic Damian.)
Damian hated his Father some days. He was reminded too much of Danyal. So thoughtful, so tactical.
He hated Richard. So kind. So social. Always checking to make sure Damian was okay.
He hated Jason. So much stronger. So good at various weaponry that Damian couldn't compete with.
He hated Timothy. He was smart, more respected. A better Robin.
And most of all, he hated Danyal. He hated his twin so much. The better son and grandson. The best of all of them.
He hated him for leaving. Hated him for not meeting his family. Hated him for not being here with him.
It was supposed to be Danyal here instead of him. He would have loved this family as much as they would have loved him.
That's what makes it worse. If Danyal hadn't left, there was a high chance Damian would be dead or disposed of. Damian was the spare to Danyal's heir. He wasn't meant to be with Father. He wasn't meant to be happy. It was Danyal who should have been here.
And selfishly, Damian blamed himself. He blamed himself for Danyal's disappearance, knowing Danyal did it to save him. He blamed himself for allowing himself to be happy without his other half. He blamed himself for just being born.
So, Damian kept that part of his life a secret, just like his mother did. He didn't want the others to think the same. He didn't want them to hate him for being here instead of the true heir, the better son and brother.
He just hoped that if Danyal was still alive, he's happy.
________
Danny knows what he did was selfish, he really did. But he couldn't risk bringing Damian along in fear of Grandfather tracking them down.
They were 7 when he decided to leave. He doesn't remember why he did it at the time, probably the stress or fear he might have to kill his brother. Either way, he left. No note, no indication of where he was going. He just left, leaving Damian as his personal sacrificial lamb.
And like Danny predicted, no one tried to track him. They didn't need to, since there was a spare.
He decided against tracking down his father, since the man couldn't be trusted. From what his mother had told them both, his father lived in Gotham and didn't know of their existence. Who knows how their father would have reacted if he found out their mother duped him into having not one but two heirs to his name.
So, at the beginning of his new life, Danny avoided the States entirely. But sometimes, the universe has a sense of humor.
Because a couple months into Danny hiding from possible threats and Canadian social services, he had accidentally crossed into Minnesota, then Wisconsin , then Illinois, where he was was discovered by a traveling girl with her ghost hunting parents.
As much as he hated to admit it, despite years after, with his accident and his new parents trying their best to hunt him, it didn't bother him. He liked his goofy family, because there was less harm to him than being back at the League.
He just hoped Damian was doing okay.
Even more Chapters that Never Came to Be
TIM DRAKE KIDNAPPED! NO ONE YET TO BLAME!
That was not what Danny expected to read when he unlocked his phone. Of course, it was the weekend and Danny was away for a few days doing some renovations for one of the houses Ida gave him, and of course, someone had to get kidnapped while he was gone.
He shot up and called Bruce.
Bruce picked up immediately and said, “It happened before I got home. I-I got the distress beacon but it was discarded before I could track him. Usually, he's good about escaping anything serious, but he never discards his beacon.” His voice was shaking, and Danny could feel the raw anxiety filling his voice. “I looked at the cameras in the area, but they were disconnected.”
“Was there a ransom message yet?” Danny asked.
“Not publicly,” Bruce admitted, “but I received a video a few minutes ago. They threatened to- He-He looked rough, like-” Bruce stopped speaking, only muttering out, “Oh God. Not another one.”
“Okay, I'm calling Dick to get you through this,” Danny said immediately and calmly.
“No-” Bruce tried to argue.
“You're not focused, not in your right mind,” Danny argued back, “It's too personal for most of you, so Dick needs to know.”
Shocked by Danny's sudden bold demeanor, Bruce fell silent.
“I'm calling Dick,” Danny continued, “I'm going to tell him, if he hasn't found out already. Let me handle it.”
Bruce sighed, or more accurately quivered with fear, but let Danny go.
Regret was immediate once Danny hung up. What was he thinking, taking charge immediately? Who does he think he is?
It was too late now, but he felt stupid for taking over.
He pulled up Dick's number and called.
The older man picked up immediately. “I'm on my way. What do you want?”
“Get to Bruce,” Danny insisted, ignoring the comment Dick made, “He's having a mental breakdown.”
“But Tim-”
“Won't be any better off. We don't know anything yet,” Danny insisted.
Dick fell silent. “Okay. Let me know if you need help.”
Dick hung up, letting Danny pull out his laptop and began his research.
He first got into Bruce's email, the one with the video the hostages sent to Bruce.
Dead End Diner
Inspired by this post
The neon sign above the little corner diner buzzed faintly, its flickering letters spelling out The Dead End. Rain drizzled from the Gotham sky, casting reflections of sickly green and crimson across the slick asphalt. Crime, chaos, and capes ruled the night—but inside the warm diner, a world of sizzling grills, greasy coffee, and ghost-proof walls thrived in peace.
Danny Fenton wiped down the countertop, ghost core humming gently with contentment.
Leaving Amity Park had been easy once his parents screamed the word “monster.” The lab accident that gave him ghost powers had changed everything, and not everyone could handle the truth. Especially Jack and Maddie Fenton.
Vlad Masters hadn’t taken rejection well either. Maddie still wanted nothing to do with him—half ghost or not. In a final, dramatic end, Vlad destroyed his ghost half and drank himself into the grave. The only note he left behind was a signed will, bequeathing everything to Daniel Fenton.
So now Danny was wealthy.
And utterly, devastatingly bored.
Money didn’t thrill him. Mansions made him feel lonely. Charity galas were stiff and full of liars. So he’d packed up and moved to the most chaotic, unpredictable, high-stakes city he could think of: Gotham.
He bought a crumbling building right in the Narrows, cleaned it out, reinforced it with ghost tech and some stolen WayneTech from Vlad’s stash, and opened a 24/7 diner.
He called it The Dead End.
It was a hit almost instantly. Not because of the food, though it was great (Danny had a mean hand with greasy spoons), but because of the way he ran it.
“Pay if you can, eat if you’re hungry, and don’t be a jerk.”
Word spread. The homeless knew they’d get warm soup and hot fries. Night-shift nurses sat next to henchmen on break. Cops blinked awkwardly at villains scarfing pancakes. No fights, no weapons, no questions. If a rogue battle broke out outside, people flooded in for shelter. Danny never locked the doors.
He sat behind the counter and watched the madness through the windows, eating his waffles in peace. If he had to step out and go invisible to redirect a missile away from his roof, well, that was his business.
Gotham’s vigilantes didn’t see it that way.
Nightwing was the first to break in.
Danny caught him perched on the rafters like an oversized, very broody bat.
“You want eggs or pancakes?” Danny asked, not looking up from his crossword puzzle.
“…I’m not here to eat.”
“Then you broke into my diner for nothing? That’s kinda rude.” Danny gestured to the stools. “Sit. I’m not feeding a potential burglar unless he’s sitting.”
Grumbling, Nightwing slid down and took a seat.
A week later, Red Hood tripped the back alarm. He got a grilled cheese shoved into his hands before he could say a word.
Tim Drake hacked the registers. Danny dumped a milkshake in his lap and gave him a free slice of pie “as an apology.”
Spoiler got caught trying to blend in by wearing a hoodie. She got extra whipped cream and a “next time just ask for a table.”
They kept coming. Not even Batman himself was immune. One evening, the lights flickered and dimmed as a familiar voice echoed behind him.
“You’re not what you seem.”
Danny, utterly unbothered, slid a coffee mug across the counter.
“And you look like you need caffeine and a therapist.”
The cowl’s frown deepened. “How is your building still standing after Joker launched a rocket at this block?”
“I reinforced it,” Danny said, sipping his soda. “Ghost-proof, explosion-dampening, and built with spite. That helps.”
“You let known criminals hide here.”
“I let everyone hide here. I’m not a cop, Bats. I’m a fry cook.”
“You’re not just a fry cook.”
Danny’s eyes shimmered green.
“No,” he said. “I’m also a ghost. Now sit your haunted butt down and let me feed you before you faint from low blood sugar.”
Eventually, the Bats gave up trying to prove he was a villain.
Instead, they started… showing up.
Red Robin brought his laptop and camped at a booth during patrol. He claimed it was “recon,” but Danny always brought him extra hash browns.
Red Hood “accidentally” forgot his helmet once and got his favorite booth permanently labeled “Angry Soup Guy.”
Nightwing flirted with the waitress, annoyed Danny to no end, and somehow ended up helping wash dishes on busy nights.
Even Batman… tolerated the place. He’d never admit it, but he once grunted “thanks” after Danny saved Batgirl from getting crushed by falling debris—without revealing her identity or asking questions.
The Rogues started calling Danny “Ghost Chef.”
The vigilantes? “Spook Fry.”
He’d been called worse.
One night, just before closing, Danny flipped the sign to CLOSED and leaned against the window. Outside, Scarecrow and Batwoman were having a rooftop showdown. The sky was full of smoke and red light. He yawned.
Behind him, Damian Wayne sat sipping a very serious cup of cocoa and glared at the sugar skull art on the wall.
“You’re suspicious,” Damian said. “You let Joker’s goons eat here last week.”
“They paid in stolen casino chips. I took it. Better than nothing.”
“You don’t fear us.”
“I don’t fear much.”
Damian narrowed his eyes. “You’re hiding something.”
Danny winked. “Aren’t we all?”
The Dead End became legend.
A safe zone. A neutral ground. A place where Penguin’s thugs might sit next to Batgirl and silently agree not to wreck the place.
Danny never asked questions, and he always served the best damn pancakes in Gotham.
He’d been disowned. Betrayed. Abandoned. But in Gotham, the city of masks and monsters, he found peace in chaos, purpose in pancakes, and power in doing what no one else dared: building something kind in a world built on fear.
And honestly?
That was way more fun than being rich.
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Okay but I want a post-Spyral fic like
The one where Nightwing flinches whenever Batman raises a hand
Dick is just always convinced that Bruce is going to hit him. That if Dick does something he doesn’t agree with, he’ll hit him to get him back in line. He gets nervous when Bruce raises his voice, in and out of costume. He rarely visits the manor, because his brothers are all mad at him anyway and think that Dick willingly faked death. They don’t even know that he actually died. They don’t understand why Dick can hardly eat solid food and why he can’t swallow pills at all anymore without having a panic attack.
The only one who wants to be around him anymore is Damian. Damian is the only one who doesn’t call him a liar, who isn’t mad at him. Damian misses him, visits him in Blüdhaven all the time, tells the others off whenever they start complaining or saying mean things about Dick.
And Dick takes Damian out for ice cream mostly when he visits, because he can let the ice cream melt on his tongue, he doesn’t have to swallow it while it’s still hard. Dick practically lives off of soup and smoothies and cereal that’s soaked in milk so long it becomes a soggy slop. Whenever he attends dinner at the manor (and it rarely happens these days, only when Damian really begs), he picks at his food and pushes it around his plate. Damian is the only one who realizes he’s not actually eating. And Alfred, of course, but Alfred knows the truth, and he just doesn’t know how to help, but he doesn’t want to draw attention to it if it will make Dick upset.
Dick relies heavily on the OG Titans, who all rally around him, because they’re the only ones Dick tells the whole story too. And none of them ever really liked Bruce all that much, they all saw the bruises Dick used to show up to the tower with after spending time with the Bat.
When Jason asks in a snarky voice why Roy is still hanging around with Dick after everything he did, Roy shuts it down quick.
“He’s my friend,” Roy says defensively. “And I know how shitty of a dad Bruce is, so I won’t buy into whatever story he told the rest of you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jason demands.
“Why don’t you ask Dick yourself?”
Jason forgot that Roy was Dick’s friend first, that they have a whole history Jason will never know the entirety of. But calling Bruce a shitty dad? He knew the OG Titans didn’t like Batman, but he never knew the full reason why. He’d never really asked. Maybe it was time to.
And maybe he and Tim show up to Dick’s apartment unannounced one day, but Dick is having a bad day. He’s been having a few bad days, and Donna has been staying with him because the others are all worried about him. And they find their brother practically catatonic on the floor of his apartment living room being held tightly by Donna, who’s rocking him and whispering stories in his ear from when they were young and reckless and ridiculous. Garth is in the kitchen making soup, because they all know Dick won’t eat anything else right now, if he’ll be able to keep anything down at all. Roy and Wally aren’t there, the boys all take turns staying with Donna in shifts. They try to get Donna in on the rotation, but she refuses to leave Dick’s side until he’s better.
“Get out,” she hisses at them quietly, glaring at them as they stand in the doorway. “He’s in no mood to see you right now.”
“What right do you have-”
“We’re the Wonder Twins, remember?” she asks, her voice full of snark. “I have every right.”
Garth turns the stove down and covers the pot, then goes to escort them out of the building.
“He’s having an episode,” he tells them gently. “He wouldn’t want you to see him like that.”
“What’s wrong with him?” Tim asks.
“That’s for him to decide if he wants to tell you, not me. Just go home. Please.” But before they leave, Garth gives them a hard look. “But you’ve given him nothing but grief since he came back. Don’t expect him to open up right away.”
“He lied to us!”
“Did he?” Garth asks them, and it makes them both falter. “Or did someone else lie about him to you?”
The two look at each other before turning back to Garth, who rolls his eyes.
“There’s a reason the original Titans could never stand Batman,” Garth tells them, letting out a huff of a laugh. “Maybe start there.”
What happens after that? No idea! I just like the angst of it all.
I bet no one is going to ask anyway until they actually see Dick physically react to Bruce raising his hand near him, whether he shrinks back, or just covers his face waiting for a blow, a movement they would expect to see in a night patrol.... Not in front of their father.
me, tucking another idea into my notes for Dick-centric angst fics:
Honestly same
The Necromancer
DP x DC Prompt inspired by 'The Ghost Warlock' on A03 by Cas3_Blanca
The Justice League has been dealing with matters related to the Undead recently. And JLD could barely handle the undead. That is until Constantine had called in a favor from someone he knew. A young man in a black trench coat with a skeleton following him everywhere, that skeleton had a burned headband on it.
The young man is a necromancer, and he is very good at handling the matters of the undead. He just has a bit of disdain for the Justice League and keeps to himself whenever he is around any Justice League member. The only person he seems to trust is Constantine, as he doesn't even interact with the rest of the JLD members. The young man had told them that he's only helping because he owed Constantine quite a few favors, and once Constantine used up all those favors on helping the Justice League, he's done with them, which means he'll leave the Justice League and Justice League Dark to deal with the undead.
Danny's life was as good as it could get. His parents had accepted him as Phantom, Clockwork assured Danny that he doesn't have to be the Ghost King just yet, his grades are steadily rising, and he is scheduling fights with his Ghostly Rogues.
That is until the GIW had shown up again. They were in the process of isolating Amity when the entire city fought back against them.
There were a few casualties, which mostly consisted of people Danny is close to. His parents, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Valerie, Dash, Mr. Lancer and Star had perished during the struggle, and only those close to Danny hadn't become Ghosts. There wasn't enough to recover from them. Danny only has a few things to remember them by. His mom's Goggles, his dad's fudge recipe, Sam's bracelet, Tucker's PDA, and Valerie's earrings. Jazz was the only one to be buried, as she still had a body that wasn't vaporized.
He tried looking for Dani and Vlad but learned from Technus that they were captured and ended by the GIW. Now, the only person he has to lean on is his "Uncle" Constantine.
Constantine has helped Danny many times during his first years as Phantom. That's why Danny owes Constantine so many favors. He had tried to call help from the Justice League whenever Constantine wasn't around, but he was just brushed off. Hence why he doesn't like helping the Justice League's undead problems. He had also asked Technus to put his information and anything else related to him under lock and key. He doesn't want the Justice League to access and have files of his information. He's got Jazz's skeleton with him because he's taken up the role of Ghost King, and it came with Pariah's ability to raise a skeleton army if need be, but he only uses it on Jazz and other nearby buried bodies to help him deal with undead that aren't Ghosts. He also doesn't want to show his Ghostly half to the Justice League.
He's gotten quite good at hiding his mental presence from the Martians on the Justice League, but some of his emotions and thoughts slipped through. Now, the Justice League is being annoying to him by trying to apologize to him for whatever it is they did to him so they could still rely on him for any undead related issues.
And now the batfam in particular have taken this as a challenge because not only did this kid seem to have no info [all of it had been locked with so many firewalls that it broke her record for how long Barbra had stayed up trying to hack into it (tim hasn't got close to his record due to the time stream incident) ], but he said "them" which implies that he was not the only one they failed.
2. Be ABSOLUTELY LIVID at the GIW for what they have done and their xenophobic laws.
So we have the batfam going over each call (maybe asking some speedsters to listen to some speed up calls) trying their best to see what went wrong.
All while Constantine doesn't realize why danny hates the JD cause he is empatheticly inept, cause if he found out the reason he would
1. Be upset that the JD didn't help and entire town that called for help.
3. He would hate, HATE the fact that they weren't there for this kid when the- no when HE wasn't there for him when he needed him most, HE was the first to meet him he should have BEEN there to do something.
(Constantine for all his louzy nature and cynical attitude, he cares for the well-being people, especially kids)
I'm Cas3_Blanca. What the actual fuck. This is so GOOD!
Whenever someone interacts with A Broken Sort of Normal in some way it makes me a little melty. I still think it and Shadow of a Bat are my best two fics from an artistic perspective.
I'm kinda in agreement honestly. Those two are the two I always go back to when I want to read something/melt my heart. I like your other fics, don't get me wrong, but those two have a special place in my heart.