I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones
Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃
WHAT
WHAT
WHAT
Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.
Fucking what?!
Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.
I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink
>Danny had a problem. He thought he handled it well. He couldn’t tell his civillian boyfriend of his half-dead status.
He definitely couldn’t let him find out by being summoned by some culty wannabes who wanted to rule the world.
Easy solution: Volunteer to be the sacrifice, turn his eyes green, and act like a Royal prick and powerful being. Get rescued by one of Gothams 50 vigilantes. And claim no memory.
Boom, secret identity underwraps.
He didn’t expect everyone to treat him so fragile after.
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Damian also had a problem. That problem, being his civilian boyfriend, was obviously possessed by a spirit of the ghastly ghost king and was utterly clueless about it.
And it was all his fault.
Danny Fenton was the next June Moore/ Enchantress. Except he was hosting one of the most powerful beings in the universe.
And that lovable idiot had no damn idea about it.
Finding out about the cult’s plans to summon him was easy. They were quite public with their announcement. Tricking them to use him as a sacrifice (a young virgin?) was even easier. So here he was in the middle of a sigil with one of the cultists pointing a gun at his head to keep him still and another pointing a camera at him where the feed is live. Of course he’s acting the perfect confused victim with just the right about of scared and angry without making the robed people take physical action.
“Like seriously my guy, I think you could be so much more successful in a different profession,” he says to the man aiming a gun at his head. “I hear IT is a good way to go.”
He doesn’t respond, but then again none of them have from his taunts and questions.
After somehow waking up as a preschooler, Danny wasn’t sure what to do. His parents and others were unsure of what to say or do. And as it turned out, they weren’t even trying to fix it. As it’s again Adorable baby Danny, they can fix it later.
Later Jazz was told to babysit her baby brother while their family was away, something with the G.I.W. or similar in amity park.
So she just took him with her to school. And the funny thing was that the professors accepted him because he didn’t scream and make problems. He could stay and listen to the class.
+ Out of sheer boredom, Danny started working on the tests the students were taking, completely unaware that they were considered difficult.
To the teachers’ delight, he aced every exam he took. From math to History or Art.
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Meanwhile, Tim sat in shock, frozen in place until someone had to nudge him to move.
“What’s going on?” Damian shouted, breaking the silence.
The engineering professor replied, “He didn’t get first place on the test, so he’s stuck like this.”
“So?” Dick interjected, looking puzzled. “It’s not the first time.”
The professor added, “He lost to the little sibling of our top student.”
He gestured to little Danny, who was strolling past them. Dick did a double take while Damian burst out laughing.
We do not see enough of de-aged Danny being adopted outside of Bruce and Jason, and maybe like, a small handful of Dick and one Cass.
But I have not seen enough Tim Drake.
LET THAT BOY BE A PARENT.
Let Danny crawl up a roof, through alleys, and under shadows because he wants to either help himself when he returned to his correct age by copying their moves, or just because they are a little cool. Let baby Danny be found by Red Robin who immediately does a full 180 back over to land in front of a little toddler wearing an astronaut onesie.
A little toddler trying to squirrel his way through the roofs opening to escape and failing.
Let Red Robin feel the tilting reality of baby Danny willing to fight him and lying to his face even while trying to whisk away with some stray bat-weapons that have been left all around Gotham.
Let Tim Drake have a small handful of Amity Park feral clawing up his suit, demanding to be held because Tim doesn’t treat him like an idiot, but a very smart toddler that wants attention.
Let Tim Drake have a baby Danny that will try to fly away so he always must wear a baby leash, floating around Tim’s head like a living balloon. If he phases through, aunties and uncles YJ will also be there to catch the stray baby playing at a dog having escaped the house.
Let Tim Drake buy baby clothes and sew in various trackers with Danny eating his way through a messy apple sauce cup, ignoring the invasion of privacy because he is so used to Jazz having done the same thing when he was originally a baby the first go around.
Let Tim Drake accept the glowing greens that seep out from Danny’s fingers because that power is too much for his little body to handle. Accepting, even when the green begins to fade into walls, and objects, clothes, and skin.
