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[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[diam1nd-arc]

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[wickedwitchkiller]

GHOST AGATHA

I wrote this as a starter for a Discord, but I'm tickled by the idea of ghost Agatha playing right into haunting movie tropes and being her campy bitchy self, and it works as mini fic as well. Of course, Rios are welcome to use it as a starter if you're so inclined.

The Woods Outside Salem, August, 2028

There was a lot to learn about being a ghost.

Really, Agatha didn't mind that part. She'd always been hungry for knowledge and reveled in the development of new skills, but there was something frustrating about being set all the way back to square one. It was like being a child again, hands devoid of that radiant power that had become more natural to her than her own limbs. She really didn't appreciate how much she'd relied on her purple for basically everything until it was gone.

Not that ghosts were completely powerless. She could fly, of course. Become invisible. Pass through whatever she wished. She could possess people, which took effort but was deeply amusing. She had a surprisingly adept amount of control over electricity, fire, wind and temperature, all of which was unexpected. And deep, deep down in the soul of her, sometimes she thought she could still feel flickers of her power. It shouldn't be so. After death a witch should no longer command their powers. But still...she was convinced if she just tried hard enough it would be there. Perhaps her mother was right and the wicked power she possessed did corrupt her down to her very immortal soul. She hoped so. It gave her hope that one day she'd get her purple back.

She'd been taking some time away from mortals, time to study and train and reach deep inside of her for that whisper of power and try to tease it back to the surface. The place shed chosen to do so couldn't have been more fitting. It was a crumbling 16th century cabin, abandoned miles deep in the woods outside of Salem.

It had been her home once.

An old trappers cabin that she'd lived in after she killed her coven. First alone, then with Rio, then with their son. She occasionally went back, using the place as a sort of refuge from society throughout the years. The building was nearly crumbling, barely held together by Agatha's magical repairs over the years, but it served well enough for her purposes. After all a ghost didn't need warmth or light or comfort. She needed solitude.

Not that it seemed she was going to get it today.

There was a young couple out hiking. A waifish little thing and her brutish braggart of a boyfriend, and they strayed much further from the path than they should. They'd come across her little cabin, and, thinking it an abandoned old building, they'd let themselves inside, with flashlights and giggles, ogling her antiques and keepsakes and putting their dirty hands all over her things. And, just to piss her off, pausing every few minutes to kiss against every surface. There was a lot of things Agatha was willing to tolerate, but heterosexual behavior in her home? That wasn't one of them. She was just swooping down from the loft to scare the couple away when she paused.

The man was doing something.

He was pouring something into the girl's water bottle while her back was turned. And Agatha hadn't been born yesterday. She knew rohypnol when she saw it. Hell, she'd been on the receiving end of that particular concoction back when it was invented.

She chuckled fondly at the memory of the terrible things she'd done to the man who thought it was a good idea to roofie Agatha Fucking Harkness.

Well now she couldn't, in good consciousness, scare the two of them off together. Yes, the little girl was an annoying thing with a twittery voice and terrible taste in hot pink hiking gear, but she didn't deserve what Agatha knew damn well followed a dose of rohypnol. No one did. Plans had changed. It was time to test a pet theory she'd been working on. Time to see if, when she was borrowing a body, she could still summon her power.

Without revealing herself to the couple, she slipped up behind the young girl, and forced her way into her body.

It took a moment for her to adjust to the grounded sensation of being in a body again. It always did when she possessed people. One forgot just how heavy blood and bones and organs were until you were wearing them, but fortunately the girl was an easy thing to possess, weak willed and didn't put up much of a fight. Agatha had her overwhelmed and back to looking normal by the time her boyfriend turned back to her and offered her the water bottle.

"Thanks sweetie!" Agatha tried to chirp in her best impression of a straight girl on a date. The boyfriend raised an eyebrow at her. Well it must not have been a good impression. She'd never been good at summoning artificial enthusiasm for men. So sue her. Anyway the man didn't seem too interested in anything other than the water bottle in her hand so she raised it to the girls lips, watching him watching her as she moved to take a sip. Then stopped.

And put the bottle down on the table.

His frustration was palpable.

She flounced to the other side of the room in the girls body, letting him pick up the drugged water and follow, putting it back into her hand as she spoke.

"You know what I bet this place is?" She twittered in the girl's voice, bouncing off down the hallway. This girl's body had really bouncy tits, she noted, and the pink sports bra wasn't doing anything to keep them in check. The man followed her deeper into the dark of the house, still watching the water bottle with visible tension.

"I bet this is a witches cabin, from one of those Salem witches? I wonder if it's haunted?"

Agatha in the girl's body made as if to sip from the water bottle again, but stopped. The man nearly groaned in frustration. She led him further into the house, to the room at the very back.

"You know what those witches used to do? They used to kill men and take their souls. They used to lure men out in the woods all by themselves. Promising them sex or money or something. Bad men. Men who'd hurt them or their friends...."

The story was not true. The Salem witches had never done anything like that. She and Rio had a few times, for a laugh, but still. The story fit her aims. Now she led the man into the room that used to be her workshop, her potions room, her dark altar where she'd practiced the analog bit of her craft. Even after all these years, it was still strewn with arcane texts, half rotted potions, bones, the withered dried remains of Rio's plants. It was, in a word, creepy, and he looked uncomfortable as he entered. Still, she led him right to the center of the room where she stopped, and finally drank from the water bottle.

He moved towards her, eager to catch her as the drug took effect. But Agatha wasn't an idiot. She hadn't swallowed. And when the man got too close to the girl's body she was piloting, she grinned a manic, too wide grin and spat the water back out in his face.

"Men Just LIKE YOU!" She roared, forcing a demonic cackle out of the body's lips. The man screamed. She flexed her haunting powers and slammed the door shut, trapping them in the room together. Now she spoke with her natural voice, which sounded strange from the tiny woman's body.

"I know what you were going to do. And I will have no mercy on you." She hissed.

He staggered backwards away from her, tripped on an uneven floor board and fell to the ground, whimpering and cowering.

Pathetic.

God this was fun.

"Please." He begged. "Don't hurt me!"

Agatha threw back her head and laughed. This woman's thin blonde hair was much less FUN to toss than her own wild mane had been, but damn she'd forgotten how GOOD a body could feel. She leaned down over him at an unnatural angle and spat a simple word in his face.

"No."

Now it was time for the experiment. Could she use this stolen human body to give her access to her lost human powers? She closed her eyes, and felt deep down into the flesh for where her purple used to hide. It was buried deep, under rushing blood and solid bones, somewhere between the heartbeats, she felt it. Her purple. Entangled in her very soul. Her precious power. Carefully, she teased it out, running it's lines along veins and arteries, weaving it into the flesh it needed to operate.

She held out one of the girl's tiny manicured hands.

At first, it was only a spark, but then it flared to life. Her power.

Her purple.

With a noise of pure joy, she blasted the man, letting the power flow through the stolen flesh and illuminate her very being. Oh by the triple goddess it was the sweetest feeling in the world.

And then he was dead.

And, as if the power was somehow too much for the woman's body to handle, Agatha found her spirit abruptly ejected from the flesh. Her incorporeal ghostly form was flung to the far side of the room, and the girl was once again in charge of her own body. She blinked at Agatha in confusion, finally able to see the ghost that had been possessing her body until a moment ago. Then she looked down at the corpse and screamed.

God that was an annoying sound.

"He's dead!" She cried out. Agatha rolled her ghostly eyes.

"Duh."

Tears welled up in the girls eyes.

"You're dead!" She whimpered, pointing at Agatha.

"Observant one, you are." Agatha shot back, crossing her arms impatiently.

"Why?" The girl was near to tears now.

"Uhm....because he roofied you and meant to use my house to rape you and there's only enough room in this haunt for one vengeful bitch?" She snapped back.

The girl screamed again and ran, out of the room, down the hall, and straight out the front door, leaving it swinging open on his hinges as she sprinted into the evening, never to return.

"You're welcome!" Agatha called after the ungrateful brat, and slammed her own front door shut before going back to examine her kill.

She'd done it. She'd used her old power by possessing a human body! That meant there was a chance she'd be able to touch the one thing she missed more than her own life one more time! She couldn't help a laugh and a twirl of utter glee.

Then she felt something in the air shift. Something tingly and familiar that would have made her heartbeat quicken in her chest and her skin prickle up if she still had a heart to beat or skin to prick. Something approached. Something magic. Big, deep old magic.

Familiar magic.

She heard the front door open.

Agatha made herself invisible and hid in the shadows of the corner of the room, behind a bay of Rio's long dead plants... at least they used to be dead. Before her very eyes, the vines began to swell, to writhe, to turn green again after centuries of abandonment. Agatha's nonexistent heart dropped into her non-existent stomach as she realized what she'd done. When she'd killed that man, she'd summoned death to this very place.

Death. Her ex. Rio.

It was her footsteps now walking slowly down the hall, through the abandoned remains of a place that had once been their home in happier times. Agatha slunk even deeper into the shadows, staying out of Deaths sight as the door creaked open in the fading twilight and she saw death, her beautiful lady Death, stalk the wreckage of their home once more.

[miidnighters]

S t a r t e r Call

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[paramounticebound]

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