#Batman won't be happy

[oceanicflyboy]

I might have bitten someone.

[gravygranola]

you can thank freddie himself for being stuck in my head all day and dragging this out of me against my will

[bet-on-me-13]

Steph's Year of Recovery

So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.

He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.

Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.

Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.

He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)

Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)

The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.

She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.

He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.

...

Steph honestly loved her current life.

Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.

Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)

But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.

She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!

Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.

(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)

Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.

"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"

"..."

"What?" / "What?"

[the--firevenus]

Like to think about Jason being the most over protective Robin between all the Robins, like they all are protective of the batman but he's the most vocal about it and will not be shy saying it cuz it's the truth also that's his dad bro hello? Yes he'd say it out loud!?

Like to think that habit didn't die actually, just repressed really really well but the second a threat was aim to Batman's head suddenly you got punch good square in the face by red hood, it's scary cuz for a big guy (bigger than batman) they didn't hear him coming nor does they expect the goddamn crime lord to protect batman, but he did, he's very pissed about it too, then he yelled at Bruce for his lack of awareness to the surrounding

And if Bruce felt nostalgic for a moment from that, well, he won't say it to anyone but his ever slightly soft smile on his face as he type his report would gave it away to anyone observing

[thelibrarian1895]

Flying Bats

It may take awhile and a lot of bonding and a LOT of work but Dick Grayson absolutely 100% teaches all of his siblings, and sibling adjacent, the various acts he and his parents once performed. It takes them so, so, so much practice and there are definitely broken bones and some torn muscles but each and every one of the Bats eventually manages to master the Grayson signature quadruple somersault and Dick knows he's not the only Flying Grayson in the world anymore. They can't fly as naturally or as well, but he's not alone, his family flies with him.

[brucie-baby]

unnecessarily sad over the inherent tragedy of comic book characters like batman. he loves his city and he wants everybody to be safe and he hopes that one day gotham will no longer need batman but that will never happen because the story can't end. his city will never get its forever happy ending because that doesn't sell comics. quite literally doomed by the narrative because the story must go on. crazy. sucks for that guy.

[superbat-lmao]

Pt. 4 of this (now showing in select theaters near you).

Bruce's recovery took longer than he wanted it to.

The people that shared in the why of how long his recovery took were unabashed at his anger and frustration. Namely, Alfred and Clark. Although he had the distinct feeling that Dick, Barbara and Jason were also less susceptible to his thoughts on the matter. In that order.

Part of Bruce's initial training with the League had involved sensory deprivation. Compared to everything else, martialing his mind had been easy compared to the other types of endurance he had tested himself against. But then, he had only his own safety to contend with, back in the beginning.

Now, it was as though some spiraling thing lived inside him and could not be contained. It threatened at all times to come crashing out into the open, this nameless and painful feeling. He had seen Dick, standing before him in the cave as though part of a dream, and all Bruce could feel was this thing welling in his chest. At seeing his ward so close and unable to prevent him from leaving.

It had taken Dick being shot to realize it, that Bruce's ability to martial his thoughts slipped and shattered entirely if his safety was threatened. If Dick's life was at risk.

And Bruce couldn't shove this thing down. He had been fighting against it but it was a losing battle. Firing Dick from Robin had sated it for a moment until Dick had taken back to the scene as Nightwing. With Clark's blessing, no less.

He had no where to put this feeling, this desperate grief and fear of loss. This vulnerability.

For as much as it fought against him, standing there, high on painkillers in the cold recycled air, he had been unable to say anything. From the look on Dick's face, there was nothing he could have said.

The next morning, from the look on Clark's face, he hadn't said enough.

Like a trick knee, Bruce's barometer for reading Clark could always tell when a storm was coming. And one had been long due since he'd fired Robin.

Unlike Jason, who told Bruce in plain terms exactly what he needed from him, back before he knew Batman was Bruce, Clark and Dick were more circuitous in their anger and demands. Jason asked for things he could provide, like the inane chatter he had learned to do as Brucie, or for him to make his footsteps louder, or listen to him talk about books. There was no implication that Bruce had been expected to know this, just that once Jason asked, he try to stick to it. It felt like finally he could do something right for his children.

The feeling of accomplishment chaffed against Clark asking him to voice things he couldn't name, much less describe. And Dick, demanding he not just to accept his reckless behavior, but to encourage it. Unthinkable and unnamable things. Intangible. He didn't know where to begin in his thoughts, much less finding the words. And even if he did try and voice the thing in him screaming for Dick to be safe, it came out as taking away the mantle of Robin. Doing perhaps, more harm than good since now Dick was alone and unprotected in a city where he wouldn't willingly call Bruce for backup.

With the discomfort in his shoulder bled through the dawning realization that Bruce didn't know how to repair his relationship with Dick. That for once, he may have well and truly broken something he lacked the skill to rebuild.

It was on his mind incessantly, like sand on desert winds it grit through his thoughts, ever present even as they changed direction this way and that. He could finish reading no report without seeing the blank look Dick had leveled at Jason laying on the couch, quiet and warm next to him. Bruce knew only one person he could have learned that from.

But as much as he agonized over it, there was no solution.

The nightlife was too dangerous for his children. He could not risk them in his crusade. If he could find the words to tell Dick how much he feared losing him, only then would he be able to convince him to give it up. But he didn't have the words.

And that was how he healed. Slowly, and with much on his mind.

Only when Jason was asleep would he spend time in the cave with Clark, going over reports and sitting through his endless needling about Dick.

Clark handled his shifts as the Bat with his usual annoying grace. Reports written with the same fastidiousness he illustrated at the Daily Planet but his filing had the same quirks as when he worked at the Watchtower. File names and organization that he knew would make Bruce twitch. Because it was fine. Just fine. But not as Bruce would have done it. Which the man damn well knew.

What Clark had handled with less grace was Jason's presence and Dick's lack thereof.

It was why Bruce kept him in the cave. Jason had handled the topic of him being a superhero, but was still skittish around unknown adult men. Clark, with all his sensitivity as Superman, rarely reigned in some of his more enigmatic qualities, things that Dick had loved about him. In this regard, Jason was Dick's opposite and until Bruce was back on his feet, he couldn't handle the emotional clash between Clark and Jason. Jason's feelings of safety were hard won, and he wouldn't endanger that by bringing someone into their home who he clearly disagreed with and could be combative towards.

And they were definitely combative.

So Bruce was split in two. One half in the cave, listening over comms as his ward and teammate bantered and handled his city with a lightness that made him squint. And the other half, upstairs, stationary and confined but not alone.

He settled into the fact that he would have only Jason within arm's reach for the foreseeable future.

The only aspect of the nightlife that Jason remained interested in was checking up on his friends from the alley. Everything else was hit or miss. The current hits so far were Wonder Woman, the Batmobile, and Batgirl.

The current misses were Nightwing, "Batman", and patrol reports he and Alfred would loosely discuss since Alfred also had him in the dog house.

It was clear to him that everyone, save Jason, was unhappy with him about how he talked to Dick. Or didn't talk to Dick.

In fact, little progress was made on that front until Bruce's recovery was far enough along that he went out himself.

Until he was standing on a rooftop, watching Nightwing and "Batman" standing together on another rooftop, talking quietly between themselves.

In the silence, he remained still, even as he heard footsteps next to him.

When he turned, it was to the distinct outline of Batgirl against the Gotham skyline.

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 (sold separately)

[arcventi]

[phantoms-lair]

Recovery Girl better sleep with one eye open

Continues from here

It took him a bit longer than he wanted to get back to the kids, but he didn't think it would help their peace of mind for him to show back up covered in blood. But he had made absolutely sure Overhaul was not getting up again. The remains were being brought to a crematorium he'd bribed for disposal purposes. Not even enough left for a Pit to revive. He was glad to see several of his men still there, on the outside and more in the interior.

They were guarding the kids. Good.

Eri had fresh bandages, and they were placed locally, rather that covering half her arms and legs. it seemed her injuries were more on her wrists and elbows. Her legs were bare, showing old scarring and not fresh wounds. Maybe an incentive not to run? Hood regretted not killing Overhaul more slowly.

The boy had his gloves off and his hands were mangled. "Did Overhaul do that to you?" Hood growled.

Deku shook his head. "No sir." he answered in English. Jason mentally kicked himself for forgetting to talk to the kid in his own language. "My quirk used to break me. It still does if I push it too far. Eri's power in the only reason I was able to use so much and not be injured." He smiled brightly at the small girl next to her."

"Your own power did that you?" Dr. Thompkins asked softly.

"Yeah," Deku ducked his head. "I'm sorry and I'll try to be a lot better about it. I have gotten better, it's just Overhaul was so overwhelming, if I didn't go all out I would have died and Eri would have died, and I'm not being reckless, really I promise I'm doing my best." Try as he did to hold them back, tears sprang unbidden from his eyes.

Eri reached over and hugged him, looking warily between Hood and Leslie. Right, she probably didn't speak English and had no clue what was happening.

"Hey, Kiddo, breathe." Hood used his gentlest victim voice. "You did good. You saved Eri. You were no more reckless than anyone else who puts on a costume, got it?"

"I'm sorry, I really am trying." He wrapped his arms around Eri, rubbing her back comfortingly.

"Who said you weren't trying." Hood said, keeping his tone light, but the moment the words left his mouth they suddenly felt heavier. Because that was it, wasn't it. Kid had had a major victory tonight, even if Hood had dealt the finishing blow, but rather than celebrate like the Titan would have his first instinct was to plead that he's done his best and was putting effort into what he was doing. Someone had told this kid he wasn't good enough. Frequently.

"Well it's true, isn't it? I need to be better. Aizawza-sensei said my not being able to control my quirk is an excuse and I need to be better. And Recovery Girl, our school nurse (she's got a quirk that can fast heal anyone's injuries just by kissing them, it's so cool), got so fed up with me she said she wouldn't heal me anymore if I hurt myself with my quirk."

"She said WHAT!"

Hood had thought he'd seen all the different flavors or tired, overly annoyed, and frustrated Dr. Thompkins had. He'd not seen this one before. He could see her pupils constrict, her breathing quicken, and suddenly wanted nothing more than to get out of her way.

"She said her healing me was enabling me in being reckless, so she wouldn't be a part of it anymore." Deku said softly, as if he was ashamed and not the so-called nurse.

"Did she offer you any resources to help you?" Leslie pressed.

"Resources?" Deku looked confused.

Leslie exhaled deeply. "Hood, Eri has been very sheltered and her immune system is not used to Gotham. I know you center around Crime Alley, but if you have any safe houses in upper middle class areas or better yet out of Gotham, that would be preferably till she recovers more fully." Leslie than switched to Spanish. "And when you find a way back to where ever they're from, let me know."

"What makes you think I'm letting either of them go back?" Hood responded in kind, once he confirmed Deku didn't seem to understand what she had said.

"They're not. I am." Dr. Thompkins was resolute. "I have a 'school nurse' I need to have some words with."

[skylee-spider-lillis]

Long time headcanon of mine:

During the super sons era Damian turned Jon vegetarian. He lectured Jon the farm boy that he is that he's eating his animal friends and terrify Jon.

"What do you mean I'm eating a cow?! I have a cow in my family farm I know😭"

"Yeah by eating that stake you're eating your Nancy! And also Batcow!"

Damian would definitely use Jon's big heart and his shared love for animals to get him stop eating meat (good for him!).

[marionluth]

So, it appears the more work I have pending to do on my ongoing WIPs the more one-shots ideas I get. And of course I'm incapable of not immediately writing them and focus on what I should.

For this one you can blame the one and only Ryan Reynolds and his adorable piercing story (if you haven't watched that 1:30min gold you can find it here. It's cool, thank me later).

Out of that came this (things escalated, what can I say?) :

Fandom: Batman (all media types)

Title: Ink & Vengeance

Summary:

“What is there to figure out? This is not a sticker, Todd! It’s permanent!”

“Which reminds me… A raven? A freaking raven? You’re sixteen, D! Did it cross your mind you won’t spend the rest of your life with the goth chick?” Jason asked him, hands waving wildly.

“Could be worse, though,” Tim shrugged.

Jason turned to look at him incredulously. “How could it be worse?”

“He could have done her name in cursive with half a heart or something,” Tim shrugged, lips twitching.

“That’s what the tattoo-artist proposed when we went,” Damian mumbled.

“We?” Jason asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Rae and I,” Damian said and his lips twitched upwards. “She got a little Robin.”

Tim snorted.Jason gagged.

“I am gonna puke!”

Or

Damian gets a tattoo while away for the weekend in Bludhaven. Jason and TIm see it when he returns and think of an unorthodox way to take the heat off of him when Bruce finds out.

Status: COMPLETE

Rating: T

Pairings: F/M referenced (Damian/Raven)

Warnings: swearing

Links: AO3

[enobariasteeth]

I genuinely don't understand how people can see what's going on in Palestine and not side with the Palestinian people. It makes me nauseous everytime I come online, seeing the new atrocities, and then seeing people excusing it/denying it.

[the--firevenus]

Random crack hc, I like to think that if Jason and Bruce ever mend back together their relationship to the point they are generally on good term (still.. Sometimes awkward, but the awkward silent and awkward small talks is enough to show progress they both decide to work on it), I want Jason to guilt trip Bruce with "what? Am I not your son anymore?" kind of question, and it work every. Damn. Time.

Jason: (take the hidden cookie jar Bruce hide from everyone)

Bruce:... You know that's not for you right?

Jason: *dramatic solemn sigh* I guess I'm not much of your son anymore for you not to even share a cookie...

Bruce: *burden by guilt and desire to makes his boy happy*... Im just saying don't eat it all by yourself chum.

Need Jason to capitalise the old man soft spot for him to get away with the silliest thing, need them to feel comfortable around each other enough again to be silly, need them to bond to make up from the lost time GODDAMMIT!!!

[apatheticsunday]

DPxDC The Guy

AKA "There's a problem, so Jason Todd does the whole 'I know a guy' routine except his guy is Danny Fenton. And Danny literally just stands around and yaps while Jason fixes the problem. The Batfam are like??? Who the hell is this guy??" prompt idea! Lowkey dead on main but can be read as friends! :)

This literally won't leave my brain! I just imagine how hilarious it would be if one of the Batfam had a problem, maybe their bike got messed up while on patrol, and Jason's just like don't worry about it. I know a guy. He calls up some guy named Danny and asks for a favor.

Danny shows up in civvies - just an old NASA hoodie, ripped jeans, and ratty Converse. Dick expects Danny to be a mechanic or something because he's brought a bag of tools, but instead he just deadass starts talking about his day?? And Jason takes the bag, kneels down next to Dick's bike, and works on it while Danny orbits around him yapping nonstop.

Dick's just like?? Why did you even call this guy, he's not even helping???

("Jay, what-," Dick interrupts Danny's rant about his chemistry professor's obsession with Scarecrow, only to be silenced by Jason's murderous glare from beside the motorcycle. Jason nods at Danny to continue and the guy offers a sunny smile before giving a in-depth analysis of why fear toxin is just bad weed. Dick watches from afar as Danny's monologue forces several abrupt, snorting laughs from Jason. It's a sound Dick hasn't heard for years.)

The next time it happens is at the Manor. Jason is helping Alfred cook breakfast in the kitchen; Alfred opens the pantry door and pauses.

"What?" Jason leans around Alfred to peer at the curiously empty glass jar of what was probably flour.

"We seem to have some wayward flour on our hands. How odd, as I restocked it Tuesday." Alfred's tone made it clear he knew exactly who it was (Dick, who's just visited the manor the other day to 'see his siblings', AKA to raid the pantry since he didn't want to go grocery shopping) and there would be consequences.

Jason brushes sugar off his hands and reaches for his phone, almost smiling when he says, "Don't sweat it, Alfie. I know a guy."

Twelve minutes later, Daniel Fenton knocks on the door of Wayne Manor with a bag of flour in hand and coffee from the little cafe near Jason's apartment. Tim and Steph stumble into the kitchen bleary-eyed from late night patrol about two hours later. Only to find Danny sitting at the kitchen island chatting with Alfred and Jason about the English pre-war printing processes. Jason's smile is so wide that his dimples pop against his cheeks. (Tim stares, feeling some sort of... not nostalgia exactly, but something like it. Jason looks younger, grinning wryly at Danny, a streak of flour on his chin. He looks like the old Robin, the one Tim used to take pictures of and quietly idolize. Jason looks... happy.)

It becomes a well-known habit. Sink's broken? Cat stuck in a tree? It gets to a point where the Batfam know that Jason will call Danny for increasingly ridiculous stuff.

Damian: Todd, I require assistance-

Jason: Sure, I know a guy.

Damian: Is it Daniel?

Jason:

Jason: Do you want my help or not, brat?

Except one time it's serious. End-of-the-world, intergalactic crisis, tell-your-kids-you-love-them kind of serious. Jason's hand goes to his phone even as his siblings, his father Batman, and several of the Justice League grimly debate the world's fate. Nightwing notices Jason typing at his phone before the rest do.

"Hood, you can't be serious. You can't involve a civilian in this!"

Jason ignores him and the subsequent outcries of his family, the confusion of Batman and the JL, to press the phone to his ear. This time, however, he doesn't ask for Danny. When the familiar cheeky voice calls out what's cookin', good lookin'? from the phone, Jason's voice is grim when he says, "Phantom, I need a favor."

There's silence. Then, it's almost like an abrupt change in air pressure or the undeniable crush of tectonic plates grinding together. When a green portal pulls apart the fabric of reality, Danny doesn't step out. It's Phantom, High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and Heir to Father Time, clad in regal attire with a crown of white-hot flames nestled into his hair. His steps are sure when he walks past the tense crowd of superheroes.

"You called?" Phantom asks. His unnatural Lazarus-green eyes burn into Jason, but there's a midwestern twang in his voice that's so reminiscent of Danny that Jason can't help a small huffing laugh.

Jason turns back to his family and the JL, gesturing to Danny. His family have already made the connection. Likely because Danny's accent, the subtle similarities between Danny's human appearance and his Realms appearance, and the fact that there's only one person Jason ever calls. Danny turns to the League with a bright smile and introduces himself as, "Danny Phantom, but you can call me Phantom."

(And then they kiss!! Just kidding. But Danny probably saves the world and then they go back to the Manor, much to the confusion of the batfam. The batfam are all like, wtf, Jason?? You didn't tell us the guy you've been hanging out with all the time was the freakin' King of Infinite Realms?? And Jason just shrugs, and is like, well... I guess living with him kinda desensitizes you to all the ghostly shit? That's how the batfam find out Jason and Danny are living together. Are they boyfriends?? Maybe, maybe not. But it seems suspicious that Jason's always calling Danny, seemingly just because he likes being around him, hm? ;))

[violent138]

On the role of Alfred, as understood by the JLA:

Robin!Dick: "It's pretty much Alfie that calls all the shots, sets my bed time and Batman's."

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Red Hood: "It's like a Charlie's angels situation."

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Red Robin, before going against League orders: "The boss? You mean like, Alfred? No I haven't asked him yet."

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Spoiler: "You really want to be late for the dinner? Alfred won't be happy."

Bruce: *closes computer* "We'll finish this up some other time."

JLA: *confused*

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Clark, after Bruce gets severely injured: "Oh God, Alfred’s going to kill me."

Hal: "Relax, what's he even going to do? You're bullet proof."

Clark, groaning and sitting down, head in hands: "That's not going to stop him."

Oliver: "Say the word, and I'll get you on an island not found on any map."

Hal: ???

[thatoneweirddreamer]

"No/Nope." Two different responses from Dan and Nomad. This time both are grinning like maniacs and seem to have agreed on something.

"Alright! So," Nomad began, "This is my brother, Dan. We share the same parents, Danny and Vlad. Danny is our mother, and we refuse to see Vlad anything but the creepy next-door neighbour. I know Danny is male, and I call him dad, but he's our mother technically."

"Hi, it's really not a pleasure to meet you, and yes, we are brother and sister. Yes, Danny is our mother, technically. And, yes, we acknowledge that Vlad is technically our father, but we do not see him as such after what he did to us and our mother." Dan finished and confirmed with a grin.

You can see the confusion on everyone's face, the demon they had a problem with, the heroes and the cultists. They were all trying to figure out how their family tree worked now that they had a more clear one.

Found this old snippet and don't really remember of the context for it outside of being a joking exploration of how weird the Fenton/Phantom family tree would seem to outsiders (not even getting into how relationships might be classified differently between the human side & the ghost side)

Anyway gonna drop it here as a prompt lol

Mind the quick reference to dismemberment, there's no gore or detailed description and no one is actually hurt, it's more there for comedic effect, but still wanted to give the heads up on it 👍

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Nomad motioned to the towering, vaguely vampire-looking buff dude with literal flaming hair what the fuck, “Dan, this is everyone. Everyone this is Dan. He’s my…” Nomad trailed off and blinked, a look of confused befuddlement on her face as she let the sentence hang for too long.

“Huh…” She said considering, looking up at vampire-dude, Dan apparently, with a confused furrow on her brow. “You know this is the first time I’ve ever had to try and explain our relationship to each other and I’m drawing a blank and what exactly to call you. Uncle? Dad? Brother? Like, I think you could technically be considered all three.”

What the fuck did that mean??? Kon snapped his attention over to meet Tim’s masked gaze, the look of wild confusion Kon was sure was on his own face mirrored there. Around the meeting room confused and worried looks were being shared by the rest of the League. Which like, yeah, what in the Habsburgs was happening here for all of those terms to be applicable?

“Well, you’re Danny’s Mirror, so if you consider him your dad then it stands to reason I’m also your father.” Dan said, hand coming up to his - literally flaming, how did that work? - goatee thoughtfully.

“Yeah but like, I call Danny dad just to piss Vlad off.” Nomad countered, toying with her severed arm with her still attached hand. Kon didn’t think he’d ever get over how casual she was about being literally disarmed and just…not caring. “And I definitely don’t see you as a dad. Uncle?”

The giant of a ghost shook his head with a frown, “Implies that Danny and I are brothers, which could work but gives our relationship kind of a weird vibe. I feel more like his father than anything.”

“Gramps, then?”

“No.”

Nomad laughed, “Fair, wouldn’t want to take the title of Grampa away from CW. Besides we’re both half Vlad, so I think brother works best here.” She frowned, looking thoughtful, “Maybe half brother?”

Dan considered, “Half-brother could work. Though it gives Vlad more credit than he deserves.”

“Oh come on, can you imagine the look on his face if we went in together on suing him for child support?” Nomad asked, fanged grin wicked. Dan’s face lit up at the idea, and Kon felt like they were rapidly heading towards the two ghosts running off to go and go torment whoever this Vlad guy was rather then them help deal with the current demonic problem at hand.

“Can you please explain what any of that means?” Kon asked, more a squeak than anything else. He was starting to get a headache.