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AIZAWA sat on tony couch with a steaming mugg of whisky infused coffee in his hands, he should probably be more stressed out about his three problem children and him being transported to another universe by a rouge teleporter but seeing as how this one was just a different aged up version of his own he wasn't that shocked.
tony sat next to him his own glass of just whisky still full. neither of them knew how they ended up in this situation but what they hell was his life any way. the spiderling and azaws three kids were adimntly taking about their respective lives and the parrallels and to be frank he
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was slightly worried about where this would go. Peter for his part, was on his own not that bad, but then to add in Aizawa's kids, he became as cracked out as Izuku with a new analasis.
"Are yours always like this?" Tony asked.
"Yep. Yours?"
"Yeah." Both sighed, then there was a crash with four chorused, 'Sorry!''s.
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"So you only have the one kid?" Aizawa asked? gesturing to Peter.
"yep." Tony popped the p at the end, "You only have these three?"
"No I have like 17 more at home"
"Jesus"
"yeah s'why I got to get back. I can't imagine what those idots are up to" Aizwa spoke foundly while taking a sip from his mug.
"Oh I get that" Peper pots walked into the room. "left him aloen and he got his heart ripped out"
Cue sitcom laugh track and dimension portal

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"Have fun storming the castle!, Man I've always wanted to say that" Dead Pool called. Miracle Max jumped backwards suprised at this strangly dressed strager's apearence.
"Who are you?" Inigo Montoya demanded pointing his balde at Deadpools neck.
"My name is inigo Montoy, you kiled my fahter prepare to die" Deapool said in is best impression also pulling otu a sword. Indgo was sh
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shocked.
"That's my line!" He told the other, crossing his arms.
"No, it's mine now!" Deadpool stated. Inigo held out his sword.
"Engarde!"
"Not in the shop!" Valerie, Max's wife, called. Both boys chorused a, 'Yes ma'am!' and went outside.
"Why can't you be like that Valerie asked Max, who looked up at the roof mournfuly.
While Deadpool was skilled with a katanna, his rapier skills were severely lacking, he found.
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The only thing saving him for this amazing charater that deadpool was fangirling about was his healing factor, do you thing the time line gods would be mad at him if he took him back to the marver versus.
probably but what was he if not a sticker for rule breaking.
inigo manged to stick his sword right though deadpools hears and he oull out his sword in victory Deadpool blood dripping off.
"do you have any last words line stealer?" indigo Said holding is sword eye level with Deadpool
" Ya I love Betty white and the golden girls and if you want to kill me much stranger people have tried harder and still failed."
Deadpool poped back up from the sligly hunched position and tossed inigo over his shoulder.

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The fish talked to him.
Steve has met and fought gods, been a science experinet for the government, and seen Tony Stark's search history and this is why is shocking him the most.
the small clown fish who said his name was Nemo was sitting in a very nice tank that steve had gotten to help cure his depression since bucky was in wakanda to help fix his memory and get the inter soldier out, but a talking fish was not the goal.
Steve sat lising to the fish ramble on about his school in the ocean and considered a mantal asylum
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"...Jarvis" Cap called frightened, "can you see this?"
"Certainly sir. Though it seems highly improbable"
"huh" Steve said at a loss for words.
"I would recommend calling Dr. Strange or someone else familiar with magic."
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"Yeah, uh, I'm gonna go put the fish back in the ocean and take a nap, then never speak of this again." The avenger said quietly, face pale.
"A good choice, sir." Jarvis answered back. "Shall I call Dr. Strange?"
"Probably." Steve conceded. "I'll meet him at the docks, I guess." Steve put a bag in the tank and Nemo happily swam inside, wanting to go home.
Perhaps a dog might be a better pet choice than a fish. Or a goat. Bucky talked very highly of goats.

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Stanford was not expecting a small talking bear in a red shirt to be what he saw when he stepped into this universe. He blinked down at the bear, who seemed too engrossed in his task of trying to grab a honey pot from the top shelf. The bear turned around and spotted Stanford.
"Oh, sir, can you help me reach my honey pot?" Stanford nodded deftly and handed the pot down to the bear.
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he then stuck his entire fist into the pot and starting eating it. stanford had seen weirder for sure but for some reason this one just cought him off guard. at least it seemed to be a peaceful universe he could hide out in at the least.
"so, what is your name?" Standford asks, maybe he could write an entry at it in anther journal.
"Im Winny sir, Winny the Pooh" having nothing better to do he just found a stump to sit on and wait bill out, wither to find him or long enought that he could jump universes again. either way it was distufing watching the bear just eat a jar of honey
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"What is your name sir?" Winnie the pooh asked him mouth full of honey.
"Stanford Pines" He slowlly scooted away on the bench aoviding looking at the bears face as hoeny dripped of of it.
"Would you like some honey" The bear held out the pot.
"No"
Pooh Bear blinked at the curt response, "Doesn't want honey" Stanford heard the beat mumble in surpirse under his breath.
"Do yo know Chripsopher Robin?" Pohh asked, "He's the only other Human round here I know of"

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The Joker liked to consider himself the top dog of villains. He had many iterations, many plots, and many, many kills(although none were batman). So when a big yellow triangle popped up, he didn't pay much mind to it. That is, until it started targeting his archnemesis.
"So you're the top dog of this back alley, huh?" Bill Cypheer addressed the Joker who, for
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all his crimnal experiance had never seen a talking yellow triangle.
"Crown Prince of Crime at you service!" The Joker cackeled. "Who are you? the ghost of doriors past?"
"Names Bill cypher" the triangle repsonded. "I'm looking to start a suport group for crazy villans with weird homorerotc tension with their overly serious nemisis"
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the joker just started at the flying geometric shape and knowing how to reaspond, even batman had yet to leave him speechless.
"what the Fuck are you talking about!"
"Im talking about you me and a few of the other villain of this city should start a group to talk though the tension, I know me and sixer would be better for it maybe you and the bat would be too."
"I'm not gay for the Batman, im dating hardly quin" he all but yells
"no your not, you might think you are but your not. you are gay for the batman and hardly is dating ivy, and honestly she's better off for it. you are definitely not the type of guy to date girls and it be not full of red flags."
"What the Fuck," honestly the joker never thought he would find someone crazier then himsel

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Shota Aizawa trudged up the step's to 1 A's dorms with a tired sigh. These kids were going to be the death of him. A few mintues ago he had received a frantic call from teh kids scremaing. They had insisted that tinkerbell, the disney fairy was in the dorm and that he needed to come immediately. SHota roled his eyes but still came.
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holy shit they weren't lying. SHOTA didn't not know what to do with the small fairy the kids had in their dorm. the fairy in question was just sitting on the desk staring as the kids seemed dumbfounded and slightly panicking. except for denki who was just staring at her with something like a I told you so face. with a hand ran over his face he start trying to some how midage the situation.
" why.. how.." he doesn't even know where to go with this. so he settles with " how the hell are you here and why"
the small fairy in question just shrugged her shoulders and looks around the room.
" I don't really know but your children are really entreating to watch panic, my children would have handled this differently"
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Shota sighed and looked at the girls. "You all are in charge of finding accommodations for Ms. Bell because if I leave the boys to do it alone, they'll use a shoe box or something." It definetely wasn't because he didn't trust Mineta. Certainly not.
"Yes Sensei!" His kids chorused and Shota went to go get some much needed coffee.

When he returned, he found a dollhouse, or really a doll Mansion in the common room, with Izuku doing the most of everyone in regards to interior design. Shota really needed to thank Inko for how she raised her son.

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It was Tony Stark's annual Gala the biggest party in New York. Peter stood to the side near the orderves table awardly playing with his tie. He was not used to these high society events.
"Tony Stark!" A loud voice cried I woman with horns and a black cloak swept i
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in and waved a staff around. "How dare you not invite me to this event! As punishment, I will curse your firstborne son to go to sleep and never wake up for a hundred years!" Before She could really move and target Peter, Tony shot off a laser towards the bitch, but not before the magic hit Peter. tony stared in horrow.
"Mr. Stark, you see me as a son?" t
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Peter collapsed, tony catching him on the way down, a scene much like only a year before but reversed.
"Shit peter no, I'll kill that bitch, just stay awake please,"
fighting off heavy eyelid peter smiled up at him,
"Dont worry I wont have bad dreams."
"I fix this trust me." tpny said trying to keep peter awake while happy was holding down maleficant in the background.
"I trust you Mr.stark, 1000%"

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Wade had not expected to end up in a haunted ass pizza resturant with murder robots. He had just wanted a drink, but hey, murder was fun too. (Even if this may not technicaly count as murder since they were already dead-)
"It definatly counts." And Wade had now broken the fourth wall. Great.
"WHat else
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There was a mechanical whirling and deadpool looks behind him seeing a 80's fied animoatic bear. Its stomic open and deadpoll shout and short "ahh"
"what the fuck kinda vore thing is this!"
he jumps and bit and pull out on of his katanas.
"stay back foul demon, I'll find a way to make this work!"
"But Gregory, we are friend."
"who the fuck is Gregory? and that sound like someing I whsould call the cops for
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A young boy dashes past deadpool knocking into his leg. He scrambled into Freddu's chest and it closed up again. That could not be safe.
"What the fuck did you just murder that kid!" Deadpool was about to start trying to stab the bear (swords work on robots right?) when a loud stomping from behind interupted him. He whirled around the find a giant green aligator with glasss. It charged inot him injuing him as Wade jabbed his Katan through its throught

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Where are we? Flynn asks looking around the empty part room. "I don't know?" Gus says in a nasally voice. Flynn jumps from the ground hog mascot thing, sacred more then he ever has looking at his wife holding a frying pan. a frying that he so conveniently had in his belt. "so how is your day?" Gus asks Flynn looks to the frying pan and back at gus. ---------------------------- "ok who are you talking rat thing?" Flynn demanded brandishing his frying pan. "I'm gus the second most famous ground hog in Pennsylvania." "I don't know where that is- wait you can talk and your only the second most famous. Who's the first." "Let's not talk about that shadow seeing scardy cat" gus responded darkly which was strange with his annoying voice." Would you like a pa scratch off lottery ticket. Flynn responded with his frying pan smacking the rodent, across -------------------- the face, sending the demon weasel sprawled out onto the floor. Eugene looked at Rapunzel, and Rapunzel looked at Eugene and nodded. She might love animals, but this was not one worth keeping around, not if it promoted bad financial habits and was this annoying. That night, everyone had roasted groundhog, which tasted surprisingly like a mix between chicken and pork.

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Peter was strolling around Avengers tower board. Tony was working on somethin gin his lab so Peter was stuck waiting untill he was done with his current project to help work on his web slingers together. Peter peered into the traing room. The Black Widow was there moving almost faster than Peter's eyes could follow, dispatching training droid after training droid. Natasha, he was pretty sure her name was but it felt weird to refer to her so causualy. Peter didn't know any of the Avenger that well (Aside from Tony), but he knew her the least. She scared him a little with her intense
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presence. He watched as she finished her training sequnce fascinated by how she fought. he tried but ultiamly failed to figure out how she was doing some of the move she was.
"Why are you string at me spider child." Natasha asks cocking her head to the side showing she knew he was there.
"I'm sorry Miss.Widow, I was just wandering around waiting for mr.stark to finish."
She nods and starts stretching while peter still stands there trying to understand her moves hesating to ask her questions.
"Just ask your questions spider, your hestating is more annoying."
Peter startles a bit but trys to get his question out only resloting in a half atemt at one of the moves he sa
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She sighed and began the moves again, pausing and correcting him as needed. After he had gotten them down, she began sparring with him, which had gone well, until it didn't. His mask had caught on her staff when he had dodged, and ended up pulling it off. Peter froze, his vision tunneling and tenseing as he realized she could see him, He stumbled back into the wall. He vaugely recognized her tell Friday to shut down the gym so no one other than Stark could enter and she crouched next to him, calming him down.
"Hey, it's okay, you aren't in trouble." She told him softly, her own eyes holding a bit od panic.
"I-" He tried to talk but couldn't. She pulled Peter into her lap, hushing him softly. Natasha remembered when Melina had done this for her when they had been in Ohio.
"It's alright take your time. We have all the time in the world." She whispered softly. In the end it took thirty minutes for him to be able to talk.
"You, you aren't surprised by my age?" It was the only thing he could think to ask.
"No, I was a child soldier, Little Spider. I recognizeed it." He relaxed.

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Bucky hadn't expected to find a mini-Steve today. He had hoped to never find a miniature version of his husband, not that there was anything wrong with his husband. He just didn't know if he could take two of them. But now, looking down at this child, he didn't think he had any choice but to bring the gremlin home to Steve and pray that this one grew out of being self sacrificing.
"Kid, come here."
"I'm not that kind of kid." Bucky sighed.
"Didn't think you were, but you seem cold, hungry, and entirely too much like my husband to leave you anattended for long." Recognition flashed in the boy's eyes.
"You're-" A monster? The Winter Soldier? The thing that goes bump in the night? Bucky could think of many descriptors of the same vien. "The White Wolf!" Bucky paused, eyes widening.
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It felt strange to be known as a hero instead of a monster, a killer, The asset. It had been so long. Since the war since he was just Sargent Barnes, THE Captain America's right hand man. Somepart of Bucky glowed at the recognition.
"Yeah kid I am." He reached his hand out to the kid."You know who I am. I think its only fair I know who you are." The kid held his hand out slighlty hesitating before taking Bucky's hand.
"I'm Jason. Jason Todd."
"Alright Jason," Bucky Sai,
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"I know what it was like being on the streets, and by the look of you it hasn't been easy on you either, so why don't you come with me and I can get you some food and a warm bed for tonight?"
"what is the catch?" Jason asked heastiantly, but still wanting to go, the Gotham winter was setting in and he could also tell it was going to be a harsh one.
"You do dishes of small house chores in exchange to help."
Bucky knew that with out a 'catch' the kid wouldn't come, favors weren't handed out for free and if they were they weren't accepted often in fear of the outcome.
"alright but I can leave anytime I want."
"fine but you have to tell us how many weapons you are hiding for transparency sake."
Jason noded and walked him back to his small apartment only a block away where Steve's was drawing on the couch the, cat asleep on the arm chair his muse.
"Welcome in take your shoes off please, I'll grab you a bowl, hope you like chilly."
" who are you talking to buck?" Steve asks looking back to find the severely menushed kid standing in his dorm way remidingh I'm od himsel

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Annie sat in the corner of her closet covered in a blanket holding her ears arms cluting her legs to her chest best she could. her foster parents have been screeming for hours now, and cheep wine and beer is throw all around the house.
The little red haired child sat on the ground praying to anything to make this stop, to let her go to a good family, one where she could live comfortble and have a dog.
The prayer was answered but not in the way she was expecting.
A comforting warm hand lays on her knees.
"don't worry child,they will stop soon, but for now I will be here, your safe with me." the warm voice washes over her slightly alowing her to relax the death grip she had over her ears.
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The yelling melted away and the redhead opened her eyes that had been closed to find she was in what looked like an ampatheter from her story book from school. She stood up and looked around in awe. A man, or at least, she *thought* they were a man, with curly long dark brown hair, sparkling green eyes that reminded her of the green bottles that the wine came in was standing next to her, smiling. He looked like he gave good hugs, which she had never seen in an adult. "WHo are you?" She asked softly.
"Whoever you need. A mentor, a friend, a protector." Annie til
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tilted her head curious.
"Are you going to adopt me?" She asked.
"If that is what you need child then I will. You prayed for me and I am here and I will keep you safe."
"I didn't pray for you." She spoke softly.
"Ah but you did. On every drop of winde you had to scrub from thefloor, on every broken bottle, on every alchol ladden breath, pressed to close into your space. On eveyone you prayed and prayed for it to stop, for safty, for love. An I am here to give you so. For winde should make man merry not sad, and when it brings you madness it should mean mad as in wild, as in joy, noy crying children, not thrown bottles down the stairs. And I am here to right these wrongs."

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Dean Winchester was on a rare solo hunt hunt looking for a trickster that was not Gabriel. As far as he could tell this was the real Loki.
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despite the source material sam had a hard time finding out how Loki acts and how dangerous he is.
on one hand dean knew he was a good but of all the mosters and God he has fought this was not one he was worried about because he has a strong feeling he don't have to kill them or try to.
The sat in a pull off of the woods waiting for sam to figure out the map on the hood of the car when dean felt the presence behind him.
"Are you looking for me?" A long red haired person stood him with their head cocked.
"what the hell!?" dean jumped back sam with him pullingo ut thier pistols.
"Those won't of much."
"Who are you?"
"what do you mean you are searching for me are you not? you could have just asked I'm always up for some fun and to be honest you guys provided some grade A enteriment. Pass me a monster and some salt and vinegar chips I would help you out
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Why are you searching for me?"
"A worshipper of yours is, they're sick." Dean said after a minute, voice thick.
"Then they need only pray-"
"They're too sick to pray. They haven't woken is five days, and it isn't looking good."
"..which one?"
"Shinsou Yamada-Aizawa."
"The little purple haired boy?"
"Yes."
"Bring me to him. Now."
"You don't need any-"
"Bring me to my son."
"Okay."

Loki stroked Shinsou's hair back, eyes full of emotion as he loooked at the boy in the hospital bed.
"It'll be alright son." Loki kissed the boy's forehead.
Shinso

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AIZAWA sat on tony couch with a steaming mugg of whisky infused coffee in his hands, he should probably be more stressed out about his three problem children and him being transported to another universe by a rouge teleporter but seeing as how this one was just a different aged up version of his own he wasn't that shocked.
tony sat next to him his own glass of just whisky still full. neither of them knew how they ended up in this situation but what they hell was his life any way. the spiderling and azaws three kids were adimntly taking about their respective lives and the parrallels and to be frank he
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was slightly worried about where this would go. Peter for his part, was on his own not that bad, but then to add in Aizawa's kids, he became as cracked out as Izuku with a new analasis.
"Are yours always like this?" Tony asked.
"Yep. Yours?"
"Yeah." Both sighed, then there was a crash with four chorused, 'Sorry!''s.
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"So you only have the one kid?" Aizawa asked? gesturing to Peter.
"yep." Tony popped the p at the end, "You only have these three?"
"No I have like 17 more at home"
"Jesus"
"yeah s'why I got to get back. I can't imagine what those idots are up to" Aizwa spoke foundly while taking a sip from his mug.
"Oh I get that" Peper pots walked into the room. "left him aloen and he got his heart ripped out"
Cue sitcom laugh track and dimension portal

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AIZAWA sat on tony couch with a steaming mugg of whisky infused coffee in his hands, he should probably be more stressed out about his three problem children and him being transported to another universe by a rouge teleporter but seeing as how this one was just a different aged up version of his own he wasn't that shocked.
tony sat next to him his own glass of just whisky still full. neither of them knew how they ended up in this situation but what they hell was his life any way. the spiderling and azaws three kids were adimntly taking about their respective lives and the parrallels and to be frank he
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was slightly worried about where this would go. Peter for his part, was on his own not that bad, but then to add in Aizawa's kids, he became as cracked out as Izuku with a new analasis.
"Are yours always like this?" Tony asked.
"Yep. Yours?"
"Yeah." Both sighed, then there was a crash with four chorused, 'Sorry!''s.
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"So you only have the one kid?" Aizawa asked? gesturing to Peter.
"yep." Tony popped the p at the end, "You only have these three?"
"No I have like 17 more at home"
"Jesus"
"yeah s'why I got to get back. I can't imagine what those idots are up to" Aizwa spoke foundly while taking a sip from his mug.
"Oh I get that" Peper pots walked into the room. "left him aloen and he got his heart ripped out"
Cue sitcom laugh track and dimension portal

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"Here I am Ladies and Gentleman the Gaurdian of Gotham!" The Joker Laughed manically. He took several bows despite the staunch lack of apaluse.
"Gaurdain? Bullshit" Jack Forst shot back definently. " Guardians help people. They bring Children Joy. You bring notheing but pain Joker!"
"What how dare. No one brings more joy to the people of GOtham liek me! Laughter follow me everywhere I go". His grinn widdend so far it threatned to stretch off of his face. His grin seemed more of a predator baring its teeth before the kill than any expresion of joy Jack had ever scene.
"WHy you should see the Children's faces when I'm through with them. Why they smile so wide it hurts". His voice carried no hint of laughter seeming wierdly serious. He pause for a moment a cruel sort of look in his eyes. He ten Began to lean back and laugh as if he was rembering something funny.
"How Dare You!" Jack Yelled. " How Dare you call yourself a gaurdian! How dare you hurt kids! HOW DARE YOU EVEN EXIST!"
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Jack slammed his staff onto the ground frost racing after joker as he jumped back.
"AH!! How dare you try and attack me, do you not know who I am !"
"No I don't but I don't care, I can tell you lie, and I intend to send you where ever you belong, because it clearly ain't here."
The joker jumped back as sharpend icicles flew at him.
"what are you trying to do, Kill ME!"
"No just hurt you." jack respond rushing the man
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"You said you're a *Guardian*?" Jack said, smirking slightly.
"Why, of course I am!" The Joker laughed cruelly again.
"And how many people believe in you? Believe that you are a guardian?" Jack asked.
"Why does that matter?"
"Guardians don't exist without belief. If you are a Guardian, then where are your believers?" Jack perched on his staff, watching as Joker started to fade.
"What- what is happening?!" Joker screamed as he felt himself become weaker.
"What happens to guardians that don't have any believers. You are disappearing." Jack replied somberly. Shadowy smiles and disembodied laughter emerged to surround Joker and pulled the clown into their depths. For a moment Jack could spy Pitch Black in the shadows, but the other spirit just nodded seriously and disappeared after the Joker. While Pitch may have wanted to scare the children, he had never wanted to directly hurt them. None of the spirits wanted that, and they wouldn't stand for someone else doing so if they could help it. Jack left the alley and did not mention it again.

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Peter Parker did not necessarily despise Deadpool. The mercenary was the most openly gay person that they had ever met, he was good with children, and loved animals. But some days, some days he wanted to strangle him. Like now for example, when the mercenary was once more breaking the fourth wall.
"Wilson cut it out, I don't need another existential crisis." Peter snapped. "And for the love of god, get out of the puddle of blood."
"Aw, quit being such a killjoy Spidey. You'll bore the readers." Deadpool pouted, and Peter knew he was pouting because the bastard made it audible in his voice.
"Awe! You know my tells that well Spidey?" Wade squealed.
Peter sighed. It wasn't even noon yet. Patrol had barely started for today. Peter just stared in silence off into the distance.
"The camera is over there Spidey!"
"Oh for-"
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"It's kind of weird though" Wade remarked.
"You.Yeah you are"
"No like. Theres a camera but there's also prose."
"No I don't want to hear about it la la ala. Not havng an existnetial crisis today"
"It's like the camera was for effect. For me to notice. For the meta"
"LALALA NOT HAVING AN EXISTNALC CRISIS TODAY"
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Spiderman trying to escape wades antics swung off to a taller bulidng hoping he count be followed.
He only got two minuet until the familiar red suit poped up.
"Aw spidey that not nice to just leave me, what if I was attacked and got hurt." wade pouted.
"you cant die," spiderman remarked with his head in his hands "how did you even get up here?"
"I have my ways," he smirked at the camera hovering just off the ledge.
"Uhh, stop doing that, its creepy and very unsettling." spiderman remkered as he batted at wade.
"what if you could see it, would that help?"
"no, no it wouldn't, honestly I think that would be worse."
"to bad! here you go, the power to see the cameras, and talk to the 4th demsion." Wade gestured out and spiderman just groned, contemplating why he chose to be friends with the merk.
"wade please don't drag me into your dlu--AHH!" spiderman jumped up seeing the random camera floating in the air.
"has that been there the entire time!?"
"Yup, Say hi to some random college kids in their dorm, why are you watching us weirdos" He wagged a finger in a chastising motion.
"why and I hearing someone monolog what is happing!" he looked around for the source of the disembodied voice, "stop that, who ever you are.
no

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Batman sat on the ledge of a unmarks gothan building, it was a bit early for him to be out but he got reports from, Damian that there is a chucky cheeses wannabe wandering the streets nothing people. While this is something that he usually doesn't bother with he has been bored since Joker is back in gotham.
spack of the devil, a groundhog-costumed figure rounds the corner and Batman slowly follows from the rooftops.
The groundhog, calling himself Gus, was pestering people to buy a Pennsylvania lottery ticket, he even tried getting a very obviously homeless man to get one and that was Bruce's final straw.
the now dark of the night provided cover as he swung usein the grappling hook to kick the groundhog into the ally he was walking past.
"Alright Gus," Batman said with rare venom "What are you doing in gotham and why are you bothering citizens?"
The insult to the anthropomorph community stumbles to find his footing and their words.
"what do you mean, I'm just helping people luck by telling them about the lottery. If they play they could win big!"
batman was disgusted, he had only a year before run a gambling addiction charity and tried to stop the lottery in gotham.
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"You are promoting addiction in a rigged system." Batman growled, glaring.
"It's not rigged."
"But it is, fundamentally. You are praying on people who can barely feed themself and giving them a scam that will never pay off."
"People win all the time." Gus argued and Batman could no longer restrain himself and backhanded the overgrown groundhog.
"And how many more end up with an addiction, or in worse shape than they started?" Batman growled. "Get out of my city."
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"I'm not breaking any laws" Gus defened himself.
"Actually It's illegal to import lottery tickets over state lines with out federal authroization. And since those tickets are from Pensslyvania and this is new Jersey it looks like your looking at a long say in Arkham."
"Yikes!" Gus explained."I better go! THis guys scarier thena my cousins shadow. He ran back to Pa.

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Aziraphale was in a relm much like one he had found one himself in a malina ago with his own one. a tall skinny man with a staff and some strange purpal marking on his hung floating the air looking at a star scape.
"what are you doing, what is this place?" the angel questioned.
victor turned around started by the sudden aprence of someone else here, hed been so alone since sky left.
"hello"
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"I'm Viktor this is the arcane. What are you doing here?"
"I'm not sure. How do I leave the arcane? I must return to my boyfriend"
"I understand. I do miss my wife/boyfirnd. He is trying to divorce me"
"Oh not why?"
"He disagrees with my Glorious evolution"
"Oh that sounds... omnious"
"Come I will show you the exit"
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"Thank you. Would you like me to give you advice about this?"
"I would, yes."
"Have you listened to him thoroughly and addressed all his concerns? Perhaps he fears losing you, in one way or another."
"That, might just work."

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"Man I know I'm evil but theses guys taket he cake. Plus the need liberation, Bucnh sticks up their ass yessh"
"Yeah plus the damage they do to the environemnt in the sake of their expanisona nd power seeking makes my blood boil"
"Let's hack them"
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"What are we targeting?"
"Money first, then home security systems. A good Samaritan will take over from there." Ivy was surprisingly tech savvy for a person who preferred plants to everything else, except her girlfriend of course. Soon, Ivy had all the money from each of the Nazis in question, totaling up to a few billion dollars. Bill, of course, had no need for money as an eldritch abomination.
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"so, now that we have finished the hacking part, can we be good smaaritans." bill asks.
Ivy shrugs and uses her vines to get in thought the window, and to be honest even for nazis this sight was wrirded them expected.
In the room was a bunch of white dudes with shaved heads and a groundhog furry.
"why is there a furry at a nazi meeting." bill outwardly asks alerting them to his presence, they all turned to the two surprised and looking slightly ashamed.
"I never though I would kink same someone but really the furry community could do better," bill remarked

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Peter was worried when he could hear voices talking in his head, but he figured that so long as they didn't say anything bad, it wasn't a problem.
What was a problem, was one particular voice was essentially a golden retriever on steroids. And Peter had gotten exactly one (1) hour of sleep.
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the voice in question had been singing his favor song on repeat for three hours, while he liked the song it was giving him a headache.
"Hey where ever, and who ever you are, can you stop, I didn't not sleep and I have a city to patrol." he said out loud trying his best.
"who is he talking to?" the voice said, he could almost feel it pop up from what ever it was doing and start to pay attion, god he hated how it reminded him of wade.
"I'm talking to you, you've been singing that song for hours."
"What!, are you talking to me?" the voice exclaimed, making the headache even worse.
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"Oh that's bad. Your not supposed to be able to hear me" The voice repsonded.
"Who are you? WHay shouldn't I be able to hear you"
"So I'm acutally sort of like part of your emotions. I'm joy I'm incahrge of making you happy"
"Well right now your making me unhappy god I have a migraine"
"Uhh I'm sorry I'm not sure how to fix it but something is clearlly very wrong"
"Uh it's praobly some magic bullshit. I'm gonna have to call strange"

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Price was sitting outside on the balconie smoking a cigar, his boonie hat slightly coveinr his eyes as he rested. The city they had settled down in was dark, the place never slept and was so full of shadows that the 141 fits right in. the safe house was nothing much just enough to survive, which was standard but this one had one little quirk to it, a visitor.
the shadow that sits on the roof across form the balcony with a red mask coving its face.
john was currnly watching it watch him. normal procedure was to get rid of the thing but they interested price, to the point that today inseted of pretending he wasn't there and coudnet see him he staired back, tempting almost asking the figure to come down from the roof. and after 5 hours of just sitting there it did.
the tall shadow lept from the roof acrsot and landed on the balcony railing.
he was tall with a dark leather jacket and a red full face, hard shell mask coving his face.
"So, who are ya.
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"I'm one of the city's protecters. Who are you?"
"That's classified." Price said, pointing to a chair across from him. The shadow man sat, ready to spring up at any moment. "There a lot of you shadow people in the city?"
"A few. Though you should be careful, our villains are very active around here, and they love fresh meat." Price tensed.
"That a threat?"
"A warning." The red shadow said somberly.
"I'm Price, I suspect I'll be seeing more of you, so what should I call you?"
"Red Hood."
"'s a tad on the nose, isn't it?"
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"Yeah at least I don't just call myself the riddler"
"Oh that one of your villans I better look out for. Real scared. Might have to solve a brainteaser"
"The riddles may be harmsless but the saw trap isn't"
" Saw trap huh okay" He breathed out a cload of smoke.
"Well if your not comminting crimes right now I must be off to kill someone who is." RedHood stood at the edge of the blacony and then backflipped off. Price blew another clod of smoke.
"Showofff much"

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Will entered the crime scene kicking and took in the sights. The body was still laid out on the ground as the patholigists took it way. He observed the bruises around the vicitms neck and trail of blood.There was a wound on the back of the head and blood dripped down from headhight on the wall. The back of the victims head was slightly blreeding. Will could see his own hands gripping the girls neck, chocking her. He face turning blue. He could hear the crack as he slammed her into the wall.
"Hey what the fuck?" A voice piped up breaking his thoughts.
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Will spun around not knowing anyone elese was in here, usually the crime scene was empty when he did his analysis.
"who are you?" will perked up watching the pale man enrge from another room.
"that doesn't matter, How are you able to replace that so perfectly, what is going on inside the human head of yours"Demitri questions, scared by how the man who looked haunted by the world itself could imging a crime so perfectly without seeing it or doing it himself.
will drew his gun aiming it at the new comer or put by how he knows the only person that able to get in his head is hannable.
"I'm not going to ask you again, who are you, how are you in here the crime scene was cleared."
"I came in though the window and who I am is of no concern, tell me what are you that allows you to see things as you did?" dimitri says forgetting that tact is a thing.
"I have empathy, a lot of it, It helps with this kinda thing. WHy did you come
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here?"
"I followed the scent of blood to see why I could smell so much of it."
"What are you? Did you do this?" Will demanded, knowing Hannibal would be here any moment as Jack had been threatening to call him all day because he was apparently getting too lost in his head.
"Oh, if *I* had done this, you never would have found it." Demitri said, just as Hannibal called out to Will. "I'll find you." Then Demitri was gone, and Hannibal was there.
"Will? Are you alright?" Hannibal asked softly.
"No, someone else was here. You scared them off. I think they were like me." Will muttered, so very confused by what had just happened. "I think I'm being stalked, or I'm going to be." Hannibal smiled.
"Let's get you back to my home, to keep you safe."

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Simon woke up in the middle of the night knowing something was wrong. He immediately sat up and looked around, only to find Jonny was not next to him. Both men had taken to sleeping in the same bed to help each other with the nightmares and subsequent panic attacks they both experienced.
Simon got up and started looking around to try and find where his (boy)friend was. He was able to find him under the bed after a few moments, shaking uncontrollably, eyes slightly glazed over and far off. Simon's heart dropped; this was a particularly bad flashback it seemed.
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Simon slowly aproached carful not to statle his boyfriend. He slowly sat on the ground near him but far enough away to not encroach.
"Jonny?" He whispered softly keeping his tone calm, "Jony can you hear me? It's Simon okay."
Jonny's eyes seemed to focus more and he looked at least in Simon's general direction.
"It's okay. I's just me. I won't let anything bad happen to you. Everything is okay. He repeated in a hushed tone.

"Can you take a deep breath in for me?" Simon demonstarted taking a deep breath himself. Jonny seemed to try is best to take a deep breath but it was still clear he was having toruble. Simon Slowly realsed his breath in syn with Jonny.
"Good that's good. Keep going. Your goning to be okay" Simon took another deep breath.
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Simon reached a hand under the bed, and johnny reached out grasping on.
"I'm gonna pull you out soap hang on." simon said in a cadence typical to when they were out in the field hoping it will help.
slowly he drug his (boy)friend out form under the bunk and was holding him and a tight hug like gesture.
"Where are you?" he asked in a hused tone.
"two years back" johnny skaly whispered out.
It was only now that simon realised that today was the aniversy to the day they got captured, it was a week of helish tourcher before price found them.
Jonny had to watch as ghost obtain more scars and slowly bled helf his weight. To simon it was bad but the physical wounds healed and his psyche was relatively fine since he had a hard time rembring the last half of it but johnny remembered the rest.
"I'm right here, we aren't in that place anymore." simon pulled johnny into him keeping him close so he could feel his heart and feel him.
"I'm sorry, I tried to help, I couldn't move."

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Stanford Pines hesitatnly steeped out of the portal and into this new dimesnion. He seemed to be a very hightech building, more advanced than home but not quite ont thelevel of some of the particually advanded dimesnions he'd been in. A glance out the window told him that this world was vaugly similar to home with a familar citiscape resmebling New York minues the World Trade center. He seemed to be quite high up based on the view. Looking around he seemed to be in a sort of lab which was quite forutnate. He would grab some parts and tech for his weapons and tech.
"How did you
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get in here?" A man with a glowing orb in his chest asked, seeming unnerved and curious. "Fri How did he get in here?"
Before he could answer a disembodied voice answered from above.
"He appeared in the room suddenly and based on the change in matter around him and the dating and face recognition scans I performed, it seems he teleported from another dimension. He has molecules and elements on him I have no information on. He also went missing 22 years ago."
"The hell?" Stanford whispered, looking up in curious amazement. "Is that an artificial intelligence program?"
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"Yes, thats jarvis, why are you in my home?" tony rounded the bar drink in hand.
"Facinating," he paused and looked to the celin slightly, "did it say I was missing for 22 years?"
"I did, yes" Jarvis replied in what could only be described in the ai's version of a matter of fact tone.
"Missing or not, How and Why are you in my home?" tony tried again closer this time.
"I just needed some parts for my tech, and in my world it is guided by the government"
"If you're here, then it is here to."
"are you the government?" stan asked hand itching for the gun.
"No, I am iron man."
tony waited for a response but got none.
"is that supsed ot mean something?"

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Blitzo did not expect to be summoned by a crying little girl today. Or ever, actually, but certainly not today on his day off.
"Uh, kiddo, it's okay.." The imp tried to comfort the child who suddenly surged forward to hug the imp. Blitzo couldn't actually bring himself to push the girl, Ella, if the sign in her room was anything to go off of. She looked like how Loona had when he had first adopted her, how she still did some nights after intense nightmares where the hellhound couldn't muster up anger, only sadness and grief.
"What's the matter sweetheart?" He asked softly, petting her head his fatherly instincts taking over.
"My step mother hurts me, and she won't give me food." The girl whimpered and he could see the marks of abuse on her.
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"Oh, that's, not, good." blitzo Looked to his wrist where the gem stone lie, and what lies on the other side of the protal.
(one portal jump and technical kidnaping later)
"IM BACK GUYS!! LOONIE I GOT YOU A SISTER!." blitzo slamed the office door open with the human girl in tow she was hunched in on herself while blitzo was smiling like he won the throne to hell.
"Sir Why do you have a human child, and why did you portal outside the office?"
"shut up moxie, It's for the effect."
"that didn't answer the fist question."
"don't matter, looniee" he draws out calling to the hell hound that was trying to jump out the window the only thing stoping her was milly.
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"Uh sir can you really just kidanp a human child like that" Moxie countiued to pester.
"Look her dumb bitch stepmother wasn't feeding her and she remindied me of Loony." Blitzo called over to Luna ," C'mon Loonie I bet you too have a lot in common. Just try and get to know her". Luna was still trying to furiosly climb out the window. Ella was curled in on herself cleary confused

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Harly retuned home to find joker was no where in sight but on the kitchen counter was something. a glowing mason jar with holes poked in the top, with closer inspection she saw that here was a fairy in it.
"Om my, What's the joker done now."
The small blond fairy in the jar perked up,
" hello! " she yell up a bit started, "can you let me out please, I do really need to get home."
"I'm sorry doll face but what are you doing here."
"the green man captured me, I don't know how he did but I'm stuck."
"oh well that makes sense, but I don't know if I should let you out, puddin would be mad"
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"Please I'm not supposed to be here!"
"You don't understand how puddin gets when he his angry. Trust me ya better of staying in the jar "
"Is he keeping you trapped too"
'No, he's my boyfreind. My Puddin and me are the craziest couple in all of gotham"
"but your afraid of him?"
"I mean not seriously. My Puddin would never hurt me... expecet all the times he does but sometimes he gets angry he's got a rough life my Puddin"
"It doesn't sound like he really loves you. Soemone who loved you would never hrut you"
"Shut Up! What do you even know
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"I know my friends and my girlfriend, Silvermist, would never hurt me. I know that even when I get angry, I would never hurt any of them on purpose. I know you don't deserve to be hurt either."
Harely knew that line of reason, it was what she had told her clients before- before.
"You sound like my friend Ivy." She admitted quietly. The fairy smiled softly.
"It sounds like she is a good friend."
"She is." Harely paused. "C'mon, I'm taking you to Ivy and we will try to get you back to your other friends."
"That sounds great, why don't you tell me about her on the way?"

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Bucky woke up sweating eyes scanning the surronding wildy for a non exsitsnet threat. His thoughts ran together. Where was he? Russia? Brokklyn? Germany. He lungs heaved. The Asset, no Bucky tried to breathe as memories and throught flooded his head. Blood, war, his hand pulling the trigger, Steve.. Steve. He look around widly Steve layied next to him. A steady rise and fal of his chest. The lunk could sleep through anything. Hell he lamst slept through a fire fight back in the war. He's want Bucky to wake him up. He'd said as much before.
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Bucky nudged his fiancé gently. "Stevie, doll, wake up." Bucky wished he could say his voice wasn't shaking, but it was.
"Buck, baby, you have a nightmare?" Steve's voice was sleep tinged, but it immediately soothed Bucky a bit.
"Yeah." Bucky admited quietly. Steve got up, which caused Bucky to sit up.
"Come on, Mo grah, let's get you something warm to drink and you can tell me about it." Steve smiled sleepily at Bucky, and Bucky felt his heart do the funny little flutter it always did when Steve called him something in gaelic. It was easy sometimes to forget his fiance spoke gaelic, but it was adorable every time.
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Steve got out of bed swaying with sleep a bit as he ganly grabbed buckys hand and tigged him along. the house was silent the cat getting of his perch as they entered the kitchen to come bribe tired steve for treats and sit on buckys lap.
Not two minuets later a warm cup of tea was placed in his hands warming up his right hand.
"do you remember what happened?"
"not anything of note."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
bucky looked to steve he knew the answer he always gave, he cant tell his lover what he drams of, most of the time its stuff he did while he was the assets, he cant stand the thought of his lover seeing him in the light of what he did.
Everyone tell his that he wasn't there, he didn't do it, but he cant stop still feeling guilty, if he was just stronger.
"Hey, Knock that off," Steve mumbled truing buckys face to look at him.
"I will continue to tell you and it will always be true no matter how much you struggle to believe it, I know that you were not in control when you were the aspect, no amount of fighting would have held up against decades of torcher, you are my James Buchanan barns, my bucky, no matter what you did in your past, and that will never change."

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Harly Quinn had not been expercting to see a cat with a knife in it's mouth on the way to take out the trash from her and Ivy's home. Of course, she happily chased after the Cat which lead her to a dark alley.
"Here kitty, kitty, kitty~" Harley called sweetly to coax the cat out. She heard rustling in a box and approached. "Awe, hi there Kitty, it's okay!" Harely paused as she peered in the box to find not only the armed cat, but also a baby that couldn't be more than 16 months old. It was clear the baby had not been cared for in a while. Ivy was going to kill Harley for this, but Harley couldn't leave the duo out in the cold, so motherhood it was.
"Hi sweethearts, I'm Harley, I'm gonna take real good care of ya."
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She tried gently reaching for the kitten but the mother was there ready to use the knife, somehow she knew how to use it and nicked harly on the back of the hand.
"AW! Hey I'm just trying help you."
she healed her hand out to the mama and pet her a bit before picking her up and using the other hand to disarm her, it was still a bit tough the grip she had was iron toght for a cat.
the kitten was picked up even easier with out a knife wielding cat.
Harly made sure to bring them straight to the bathroom and set them in the tub while she when to get a blanket and some stuff for them.
By the time she got back barely a minuet later, the cat had gotten the knife from off the bathroom counter and was staring at harly with a slight murderous look.
she made quick work of laying down the blacket and water bowl before closing the bathroom door as she stepped out, she did;t want another cut.
just as she closed the door ivy opened the front having clear view of harly looking guilty as s
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Ivy stepped into the room finding Harly standing in front of the bathrom door looking guilty and sporting a few cuts on her arms.
"What happend? Are you okay?" Ivey asked. If someone had hurt her they were going to die.
"Huh oh yeah just umm a little cut... Hey Red uhh how would you feel about getting a pet"
"A pet you mean besides your hyenas?"
"..yeah"
"Harly if I open up that door am I going to find a dog or a wild wolf or someting"
"What Red no"
Ivy breathed a sigh of releif. It sounded like she was telling the truth.
"Your find two cats"
Ivy froze. She should have known better.
"Two?"
"A momma and a baby I couldn't leave them out there"
"Let me see"
"I'd be careful"
"I'm sure I can handle some cats i wont piss them off"
"She's already pissed off. And she has a knife"
Ivy paused and looked down at the cuts on Harly's arms. Surly she heard wrong.
"She's got what?"
"A knife"

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Aizawa was sitting in the back cornor of THE DRUNK DUCK, the shadows enveloping his chair as he sipped on his drink enjoying the murmuring of the other patrons allowing him a bit of rest from his busy patrol.
He had been in England not for 2 weeks and its just as bad as japan but a lot less flavoring in the food.
He looked up as he heard the heavy footfall of a new patron and the bar quieting down a bit.
A man in combat gear with a skull mask walked in and was staring at aizawa more spcificly his table.
He watched as the hulking man walked over to his table and stood there for a second.
"you're in my seat." a low brit voice said a vague flick to the seat.
"Sorry, but tonight its my seat, more then welcome to join if your not a talker."
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The man in the skull mask pulled the stool next ot him out. It skidded across the floor. He moved around and sat down silently. Aizwa watched him sit down. It was a bit of an odd sight. I huge muscle of a man in full comabat armor hunched over on himself at a little bar stool. He stared dead ahead fasce obscured by the ommnoius skull mask. Despite his imidimting figure he didn't seem hostile. The barstaff regradied him as if his presence was complelty normal, simple giving him a nodd and bringing him a drink. Was this sort of thing normal in Britain? Or simply just this bar?
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Either way, Aizawa figured Japan had weirder shit daily, so it wasn't a big deal. After about thirty minutes, and enough alcohol to loosen both the men's joints and mouths, Aizawa asked,
"You think that guy has a partner or just his dog?" The man in question was fussing and baby talking a small shitzu with a bedazzled pink collar and booties on.
"He has a husband, probably dotes on the little pup too." Ghost replied. "That guy definetely don't." Ghost gestured to a man who was the embodyment of the 'toxic alpha man' steryotype. This game continued for three hours until Aizawa's husband got off his show and came to pick Aizawa up.
"How was your night, Sho, baby?" Hizashi asked as he got in.
"Decent. Did some people watching." Hizashi smiled as he drove them home. Maybe Aizawa would come back again tomorrow. (And maybe bring Mic.)

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Slumber party

Damian was out [atrolling the streets of gotham one last time before healdin back to the manner for the night. It was an eventful night they arrests harly eairier on and Ivy and that seemed to make the rest of gothem tone down a bit. Just as he was about to make his way back home he spotted movement out of the corner if his eye in one of the darks allys. He dropped down from the ledge with his sword drawn.
"Who ever you are, come out!"
There was a beif moment where nothing happened just some random nosies, but then to animals started to emerge. Two hyennas, both with a bit of green and purple coloring on their fur.
They approved cautious but not growling.
"oh, you are so coming home with me." he muttered to himelsf as he sheethed his sword
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It was the least he could do after getting their mother thrown in Jail. Animals like them needed to be cared after well. Daimen pressed a button on his utility belt calling the batmobile. Normally he would simply take his motocycle but the Hyenas couldn;t fit on that and he wasn't going to make them walk. Daimen opened the back seat and whisteld and the hyens hopped in exiclty geting fur, drool, and scatach makrs all over the incredibly expensive leather seats. Daimen hopped in the front seat and drove home. He roared intot the batcave leading the hyenas up the stairs to his room. The Hyenas began to sniff around. Daimen strecheted and began to change out of his robin suit int pajamas. It had been a long night, he was looking forawed to getting some sleep. First he need to get soemthing to eat for him, the hyenas and Titus. He made his way out to the kitchen grabbing some animal crackers for himself, plopping food in titus bowl and throwing two raw steaks he found in the fridge to the hyena. The hyans yipped happily as Titus tail wagged. The dog when finished began to cautiosly aproach teh hyenas. The hyans also sniffed back but upon deeming each other not threats began to pounce and play with one another. Daimen watched them as he ate.
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Damien looked away when his older brother, Dick, entered, but he just sighed.
"Pet sitting I see." He mumbled as he got a bowl of some disgusting, in Damien's opinion at least, sugar filled cereal.
"They need to be cared for properly, Grayson." Damien chided.
"Well, I suppose this isn't too big a shock after last week when you brought an actual Black Mamba home."
"Midnight is very well behaved!" Damian said as Dick rolled his eyes and ruffled his brother's hair.
"Just make sure Alfred knows to prepare two extra meals in the morning. And let me film you when you have them wake Dad." Well at least sometimes Dick had good ideas.

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Deny It
Dipper Pines and his Siter Mabel where visting their grunkles hometown of Glass Shard beach new Jersery on a Grunkle Niblings road trip. On the way thouhg Dipper had begged to stop in Gotham. The city while dangerous had so many cryptid and rumors. Dipper was fasciented with the urban legend of the Batman. Dipper was detemrined to prove that he was real. He had spent all day pouring over a cork baord of evidence. Every apearnce, every siting. Through his investigation Dipper had come to a startling conclusion. Not only was the Batman real but he was local billoniar Bruce wayne. Dipper only needed one thing to confirm his suspicons to head over to Wayne manor and confront Bruce Wayne with the undeinable truth. Dipper packed up his baord of evience and got his grunkle to drive him to the manor.
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Damian opened the door, a friend Dipper had made who surprisingly had agreed to help. The younger boy led him upstairs where they laid out the cork board and red string, with Damian's help, the evidence quickly grew into something bigger than the board could handle. When Alfred entered to give them a snack, he just chuckled and shook his head. Soon, both boys felt it time to confront Damian's Father. Damian practically dragged his father into the room and stood in front of the board with Dipper, but Bruce only sighed tiredly.
"Damian, you already knew I'm Batman."
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"I know, but he didn't" he says innocently.
Bruces eyes shot up and glanced to daminan and then the new kid, standing next to him.
Bruce just let out a defeated sight with dumbfounded look on his face. This is what he gets for amusing damian on no sleep and not coffee.
"I knew it, Even before I got here I knew it! dipper practically shouted jumping a bit and marking something in his journal.
"oh mables is going to love this" and grunkel stan, he thinks to himself, Grunckel stand owes him 20 buck now.
"Oh I guess that also means you aren't a crypted, Just another Human not supernatural, well not technically, I mean your still coll just not what I was hoping for exactly, I'm going to shut up now." He rammbels on questioning down an shrink in on himself.
Bruce did not know what to do, it was too early for him to adopt anther kid, much less what sounded like two, and he couldn't let his secret get out, but by the way this kid, clearly from out of state figured it out its most likely only a matter or time before eyerone else puts it together.
"I think you should call that Grunckel, I think that's what you said, Stan of yours we need to have a sit down talk."

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"Back in the Day"
Aizawa sighed as he looked at the elderly dog playing checkers with Nezu. Animals with quirks were rare, but they'd existed longer in animals than in humans, despite them being incredibly rare.
"Mr. Doo?" Aizawa called softly to get the dog's attention so he could begin the interview. "I understand back in the day you were a rudimenterary hero?"
"Call me Scooby. My brother Shaggy and our friends went around solving crimes, yes." He said, smiling fondly as he took one of Nezu's peices with his tail, the rat god smiling.
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"could you start by telling me about one of your cases?" Aizawa asked, sitting down next to nezu, refilling their drinks.
"I would love too." he sighed his game of checkers in one more swift move, defeating Nezu.
"one of my favorite memories is of the sand building compiton me and shaggy entered in, We were the best in the game, and that what it was to us a game something we did for fun, and we were good at it."
He hummed happily, recalling the memories sipping his tea.
"Shortly after we arrived some people started getting sucked down into the sand, and this gain coral monster started tarrorising the beach ruining some of the sculptures, obioulsy we wanted to investigate but it was kind hard, we couldn't dig into the sand and didn't know where they were being dragged to either, But like always maracualy velma found a clue, I'll admit I was not the most helpful at the time I was haveing more fun then paying attion to the case but I was young"
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"ah those days before quirks were prevealnt crime was much simpler. Most of the time monsters and villans turned out to be real estate agents who used to be theatre kids simply commiting petty crimes in elbraote costumes. These days if a crab monster, or a witch, or a ghost appeared it would be some powerful villan with killer claws or who could really walk through walls. These takes it takes heros like allmight who can pucnh through wall and lift heavy buildings but in those days why a group of simple meddling kids could make a real distance."
"Trust me" Aizaw said, "I know a bunch of meedling kids who are making a real diffrnece. That much is still alive"
Scooby smiled wistfully.
"Ah that is good to hear." Scooby looked at Aizwa a lot more seriously, "you teach them good okay. They should grow up good to be meddlign adults. They need to be prepared to face the monster that are out there."
Aizawa nodded. "i will. Of course I will"
Scooby smiled shakily. "that's good to hear. Now how aobut a scooby snack for old times sake"

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It was a day like any other Robin Hood was walking along the embankment near the popular trade road, it was a good place to catch unsuspecting merchants who were to rich for his liking. It had been a long day, the heat boring down on him with no travelers in sight. It was a Christian country after all on a Sunday, when all of a sudden he hears a carriage in the distance.

A horse-drawn carriage made out of dark, rich-looking wood started to make its way towards him. Robin could smell the easy target from a mile away. He posted in a tree,e preparing to get the jump on them or possibly just sneak in the back to just grab a few thing and leave undetected, when as they passed he saw not a human but a human-sized groundhog thought the window of the carriage.
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Robin paused confused by the site before him. What kind of witchcraft and sorccery was this? Robin stood gap jawed for a oment before deciedng to inveitaget. He signled to the merry men to remain ready. There seemed to be no human gaurd so hopefully this would be an easy steal. Robin jumped out of the busehs in fornt of the wagon wabing to teh creature.
"Ho freind what manner of friend are you"
The carriage screamed to a halt. The creture stared at him then smiled in a way that seemed wrong for his face.
"Well I'm Gus the second most famous ground hog in pennysvania"
Robin knew not of a place called Pennsylvania in all of Britain.
"And where did a groundhog like yourself get all this money"
"Oh well simple I got it from the pa lottery." He laughed in a way similar to a tee hee but more inhuman.
"Lottery... that's like gmapbling. You won this money"
"Oh no I run the lottery"
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"And other people can win this money by playing?" Robin asked.
"Well yes! Of course! They just have to pay me and get lucky!" The groundhog insisted, though Robin was becoming more certain this was a demon.
"Pay....you? You horde this wealth?"
"Well, uh, not exactly-" But Robin had heard enough. He slashed the leads for the horses freeing them and causing them to run off, while Robin now brandished his sword at the demon.
"Well foul beast I am Robin Hood! I take from the rich to give to the poor! And I shall certainly be redistributing this wealth to those more deserving!"
"Now wait one second! You just need to buy a ticket and I'll give it to you if you win!"
"Quiet foul beast! You speak lies like a demon!" Robin quickly slit his throat and burned his corpse.

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Wade had not planned to meet a sentient Dorito today, but hey, he didn't have great foresight usually.
"Hey!" Wade exclaimed. "I am a very good- oh who am I kidding."
"Who are you talking to?" The Dorito in question asked.
"Our narrator, or, one of them at least. Any who, what are you doing here?"
"Well, this is the dimension I've been confined to for eternity for egregious crimes. What are you doing here?"
"No clue. The narrator decided I should pop in."
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"Let find out why! Shall we?" Deadpool hopped up
"so what crimes have you committed! I've done my fair share but not enough to warrant my own pocket demsion."
"I may have tried to completely transform a town and the inhabitants inside into my personal slave. But I got traped by some kids that I couldn't kill. They had the plot armor of gods and I just couldn't kill them." he rushes out.
Deadpoll was silent, sure he had killed the entirety of the avengers that one time but not kids, Peter wasn't in his teens then.
"hey, !! Don't go airing my shit!" Deadpool yells into the sky.
"who are you talking too!" Bill yells.
"How do you not know, Arnt you supposed to be all powerful?"
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"I'll show you all powerful" Bill Cipher screeched lighting falshing before the walls of the dimension seemd to shrink at him and all his magic faded.
"No violnce is to be permited" Siad a voice over the loud speakers of teh theraprism.
"Ahhhhhh"
"Why the fuck would you try to kill kids?" Deadpool asked.
"Ah you wouldnt know I was goig to rul that dimensiton be a kind. Make it my new home. Unlike my old dimnesion. You wouldn't know what its like to be called crazy all beacuse you can pericve relaites and dimeisnons they can't. ALways trapped in 2 dimensions never knowing more"
"2 dimensions. Like a comic book. I do I do understand Bill. I've always been aware of the trappings of my relaity of the falsehoods. And other don't understand. They just see a clown or someone crazy"
"I understand. You know me so much better than the last mortals I'v emeet"
Deadpool loooked deeply into Bill's eye
*Tasteful fade to Black"

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The Jokers Minions swarmed the streets with clown masks on faces and guns in hand. Jason ducked behind a building to avoid fire before leaning out just enough to shoot one in the head. The bullet peireced the goons mask witha loud crack as blodd spurted forth. Jason heard his body thump as he ducked back behidn cover. A good had manged to get a shot off at him while he was vulnerable but thankfuly Jasons mask was stornger than these loseres. Jason heard a thwack as another goon feel confused he turned the corner to see a man in blue smacking goons with a shield. The man retrated back to meet with Jason. He heald the Sheild out.
"I cover you shoot" he said halgway between a command and a questions. Jason simply nodded. THe two remaerged form cover. The man blocking bulltets while Jason
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shot at the goons and Joker. It was a bloody battle, but in the end both managed to get out unharmed with less property damage than some of the other more recent skirmishes. Though, Jason was still unsure why a New York superhero was in Gotham of all places.
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They panted while scanning the damage.
"two questions one, aren't you supposed to be a no kill type of hero like Batman? And two, why are you in Gotham?"
Stevee just laughed at him.
"while I'm not going to execute someone for the fun of it or if I can absolutely avoid it, do you really think that me, a superhuman that throws a vibranium shield around and was originally made to fight in WW2 would have a no kill rule? Think about that."
Jason did,and it clicked, he killed many people now he felt stupid.
" and to answer your second question. My friend sam is here right now doing some press stuff, I'm just exploring while he does his work thing. Wasn't planning on working."
That name rang a bell, Sam, where had he heard that before.
"wait Sam, As in the new captin America Sam?"
"yup that's the one."
"Oh, He's at the same galla my dad is at right now."

And that is how red hood met captin America 1 and made vruces life a living hell.