Dp X Dc Prompt (short)1:

Scenario: a sample of your DNA was taken, popped into a cell, and cloned into a baby, gestated in a sci-fi artificial womb vat. The first time you or anyone in your family meets this baby is after it has already been born out of said vat. You can hold the newborn if you want, it's up to you, but it is a living breathing baby that was cloned from your DNA and is genetically identical to you.

I love clone philosophy. Give me all your philosophy of clones

many centuries down the line they can manage to have a civil enough family game night.

Goat gives a sermon 💕

Also I have a TikTok now because of people committing art theft. 🙃 Feel free to follow for animatics and speed paints.

I made a post earlier about how Dick should have taught Damian to use his baby face to his advantage and someone said he would teach all of his siblings. So here is the aftermath. A task force specifically designed to bring Bruce down.

Dick: Hey B, I was wondering if we could borrow the Batmobile for the weekend?

Bruce: … [no]

Dick: Pretty please I promise it will be in one piece when I give it back!

Bruce: Hnn. [Still no]

Dick: Fine then, you’ve forced my hand. ATTACK!

Tim steps forward, yawning and promising to try and sleep properly.

Bruce looses two health points.

Duke is next in the initiative order.

Duke: It would be fun!

The full power of the sun shines through his smile.

Bruce falters but passes a quick time event in his head, only losing another two health points.

Cass steps up to the plate.

Cass: I would like to go on an outing with my siblings, it sounds fun.

CRITICAL HIT!

Bruce is starting to sweat as a total of ten health points are swept away by the fact cass considers them family.

Damian decides to use his special attack! Holding the target’s sleeve makes it especially effective!

Damian: Baba, please?

A whopping fifty points! BRUCE IS HANGING ON BY A THREAD!

Jason: c’mon Dad.

Fatality

Bruce: fine.

Dick: Great job team!

Damian: yes, we got the Batmobile successfully. I will drive.

Dick: No-

Why must I do something in my life

Why can’t I simply exist

I don’t wanna be some hotshot ceo, I wannna exist in the background and be seen but not interacted with.

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.

Now if I write a JinMao Oneshot who's gonna stop me

IF I WRITE AN ABC KISSES FIC FOR JINMAO WHO'S GONNA STOP ME

I didn't expect that at all 😺🤣

really helpful technique ^ once you know how to divide by halves and thirds it makes drawing evenly spaced things in perspective waaay easier: