mundanely-undeadly

[mundanely-undeadly]

He'd been flying above Metropolis.

Like a good ghost! Doing nothing but relax! Enjoying the weather, really.

It was so cool, Superman came up to him, they talked even! Superman was very, very, uncomfortable when Danny mentioned he was kinda dead.

It was really awesome.

Yeah, the keypoint being was.

Now? Now he is in Superman's arms, very much alive after being hit by a stray beam from Lex Luthors newest invention, quite literally hit from the sky when he didn't expect it and out of f reflex turned back human.

"I'm... alive?" He jokes weakly, smiling awkwardly at Superman's stare.

Danny considered this awkward.

Clark was processing the fact Lex Luthor somehow managed to bring back someone from death, his hands now full of said miracle and—

Shit, does the kid even have family left? What's he going to tell Lois!?

[mundanely-undeadly]

Batman vs Jazz: Trolley problem.

Her bruised hands rested on the table in front of her. The room was grey and dismal. The cold stare of Batman trying to burn a hole in her or drill the confession out of her. She swallowed the lump in her throat because she knew that she had to do it. It was them or her baby brother. She had to. She turned her gaze back to Batman.

“You know the trolley problem, don’t you Batman?”

He didn’t answer. But she continued.

“On a railroad, there are two paths one person is tied to one of them. Several other people on the other.” She gestures to the left and right. Her cuffs clattered on the metal table.

“There is a trolley barreling toward the two paths. And you're in front of the level that could switch the tract. Do you let it run over that one person or several people?”

Batman’s cold stare remains.

Jazz continues. “You’ve been known to have a “no-kill” rationale for your work. So what would you do? Which track would you take?” 

Still, he remains silent.

“Let’s switch up the scenario. Say that your family was on one track and the person you hurt your family was on the other. What would you do?” 

“Ms. Fenton..”

“Don’t!” She slammed her fists into the table. “Don’t call me that.”

Tears were filling her eyes.

Silent returned to the interrogation room.

“They were going to kill him….I had to save him. He’s my little brother….They were my parents but they …they did this to him.”

“Ms….Jasmine…”

Jazz interrupts him “What would you have done?!” she screams as tears run down her face as she stares at Batman.

“I saved him but I had to… I had to..” her voice softens as she trails off her gaze returning to the metal table.

When she looks up again, it’s to an empty room, her only company is her reflection on the one-way window.

===

“That was from B’s latest interrogation.”

“Thanks, Babs.”

“ No problem, Jason.”

In Crime Alley, Red Hood rubs the scar along his neck where a batarang had nearly killed him.

[mundanely-undeadly]

Decided to take a shot at this prompt. <3

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Jim looked between the building and his phone, checking the address a million times. Even with “Fenton Works” plastered on the side of the house, he still couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

If he had seen this in Gotham, Gordon would’ve immediately suspected the family of being rogues. But this was his little sister. She’s always been a little eccentric, but… she couldn’t be anything like a rogue.

~Ring~

The doorbell shocks his finger, sending shockwaves up his arm.

Loud chattering echoes from behind the door, volume slowly increasing.

"I swear, Danny, if you don't put down that blaster, I'm going to--!"

The door swings open, revealing a red-headed, teenage girl. Her eyebrows are pulled together in frustration. Meeting his eyes, he watches hers widen.

"Uncle Jim!" Jasmine shouts in surprise.

"Hey, kiddo." He smiles. "I was passing through, I thought I'd stop by."

An alarming crash erupts from the kitchen, quickly followed by a zapping noise. Both of their heads snap in that direction.

"Danny!" she shouts, running in that direction.

Jim follows, not waiting for an invitation in.

He doesn't know what he expected, but this certainly wasn't it. His nephew was dodging around the kitchen holding a glowing gun. The charged blasts are being fired at a green, roasted turkey. One well aimed shot causes the turkey to go flying into the oven, which was quickly closed by Jasmine.

"Uncle Jim?" Young Danny asks, only really recognizing him from family reunions, weddings, and funerals.

"What was that?" Gordon asks, eyebrows furrowing.

The two siblings turn towards each other shrugging. "Dinner," they both respond.

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Jim's regular visits to his sister's started when Danny was only thirteen. Since then, he has only grown more concerned. Barely even seeing his sister during his visits, he began to realize how neglected these children were. When he would try to ask them about it, they'd always say the same thing: their parents were working on "something big".

Danny was barely fourteen when Jim began to grow even more worried for the boy. The dark circles under his eyes grew darker with each passing day. His grades are dropping, and his attendance is getting worse. At first, Jim had suspected drugs, but now he doesn't believe that's the case.

In his monthly visits, Jim had never encountered anything too weird. Usually, the weird things in that town centered around his sister and brother-in-law. Now? He'd have to say their weirdness was beat by the suspected ghosts flying around the small town.

He had never put much weight into the rumors until this last trip.

Jim knew his nephew had weird friends. Jim knew his nephew was a little weird himself. Never had Jim thought he'd see his nephew's friends at the center of a paranormal encounter. Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley stood in the center of a ghost fight. In a well-practiced manner, they fought alongside a glowing boy.

It might've taken him longer than he would've liked to recognize Batman as Bruce Wayne, but he immediately recognized Danny. Danny, his nephew... the son of ghost hunters... was something...? He sent green blasts out of his hands and his form often disappeared. Danny's eyes glowed green, the sight sent chills down his spine.

Danny, in his ghostly form, turned towards his uncle. Seeing recognition in his eyes, Danny faltered.

"Kid..."

Danny, he realized, was a ghost.

"What happened?"

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Jim Gordon wasn't the greatest detective in the world.

But he didn't need to be for this.

All he needed was common sense.

Anyone with common sense knows kids shouldn't be dying in labs in their parents' basement.

But he couldn't do anything. Because he promised. As much as he knew this was wrong, he didn't want to betray the kid's trust.

But he had quite a bit of experience with corrupted organizations.

And the GIW certainly seemed like the perfect example of one.

And they were out to hurt his nephew.

Jim Gordon wasn't the greatest detective in the world...

but he certainly knew where to find him.

Besides, the bat has a soft spot for teenagers with dark hair and light eyes.

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Jim didn't know what to think when his doorbell rang in the middle of the night. He had just gotten off his shift and was microwaving dinner for himself.

With a baseball bat in hand, he cautiously opened the door.

Finding his tear-stained nephew shaking on his porch step was not what he expected to see.

"Jim... I need--" Danny choked on his words. "I can't--"

Jim took in the shape his nephew was in. His face was blotchy and red. His clothes were covered in scorch marks. He favored his right leg. "What happened, kid?"

Danny's eyes hardened. Cold air started to surround the pair. "They found out."

Three words were all it took for Jim to understand.

Three words were all it took for Jim to snap.

Three words were all it took for Jim to only have one sister.

Three words were all it took for Jim to swear he'd get justice.

Three words were all it took...

for Jim Gordon to pledge to destroy to Fentons.

DPxDC prompt where Jim Gordon lost contact with his sisters, Maddie and Alicia, some time ago.

Maddie was always the reckless sort, always one to run off chasing, well-- ghosts. As for Alicia, she'd never gone very far from their hometown, and they'd been on bad terms since Jim left for Gotham and joined the police force.

They drifted apart, with Jim hardly aware of the milestones in his sisters' lives. Alicia was hardly one to use the phone and would never quite give Jim a straight answer to Maddie's whereabouts. Considering some… legal troubles she and her now-husband had in college, Jim could only assume what she'd gotten up to over the years.

Still, Jim was always busy. Life went on, and he laid down his roots in Gotham. There was never a good time to head back to Arkansas. Never enough drive to…

That is, until Alicia called him one day, for the first time in years.

"Hey, Jimmy," she started, nervous in a way she never was. "I know we don't talk much, but I'm real worried about Maddie's kids."