#Nightmare to get a wayne without Danny being there

[dcxdpdabbles]

Mence!Danny is a dotting older brother. How does he react when his siblings start dating?

Danny:

He doesn't like it, but he can't yell at children. He's fine with fighting off Bruce's lovers cause his Dad is depressed and isn't mentally in place for a relationship, but his siblings are just kids doing normal kid things.

He doesn't hide how much he does NOT like them dating. He literally looks like he's fighting back a rabies induced rage and his siblings dates are SCARED, especially with Danny's civilian reputation.

"He's nice, I promise!" It isn't very reassuring to hear when, behind your lover's shoulder, you see Danny stabbing the couch with barely restrained rage as he glares at you.

[rottingghosty]

The Realms PR | DC X DP Part 2

this isn’t as good in my thoughts because writing as bruce??? really hard. how am i supposed to write a paranoid man if i am the most chillest person i can be… anyway heres your part 2 food of this au, not sure if i’ll continue writing more parts? depends on how i feel.

errors are made and sorry the the lackluster performance this might be

if you want to use my prompt please give me credits thank you

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Danny very much prefers to have nobody intervene on his business as the vigilante of Amity Park. He’s essentially called dibs on it if you consider the fact that the entire town is basically his metaphorical grave since it’s his haunt and he did die to make the portal to the Ghost Zone open. He very much ignores that specific can of worms because that’s a heavy topic that he won’t ever talk about because Spectra really ruined his own outlook on professionals. Jazz will most likely want to open that can but that’s for future Danny.

Where was he? Oh yeah.

Danny very much likes being a solo hero with his friends and sister aiding when they can. He very much dislikes the fact that people have been trying to enter his haunt without permission. Does he know why people who tried to pass through Amity Park suddenly find themselves back at where the welcome sign is? No. Is he going to ask? Also no because it allows the residents and himself privacy even when he’s got the GIW on his tail or even his own parents.

He’s not going to rebuke this gift especially with his influx of fame. Which reminds Danny that he needs to post a new tweet, maybe a video of Cujo playing with the kids in the park from a few days ago? He figures people would be more interested if they knew a ghost dog existed. Maybe he can include one of Ember’s concerts or something.

Man he has so many videos to post and such little time to do so, but he thinks Sam and Tucker are having fun being his PR team with the way Sam had a manic gleam in her eyes when Lois Lane and Clark Kent sent her a message of twitter asking for an interview. All while Tucker basically going giddy at Red Robin and Oracle trying to get through the firewall that’s blocking Amity Park from eyes being too close for all their comforts.

Bruce Wayne stared intently at the video before him, it was only thirty seconds but it was thirty seconds enough to cause him to tighten his grip on the arm rests of his chair in the Batcave. His blue eyes staring down at the figure in the video as it replayed on loop. His shoulders tense and bunched up as he inhaled sharply at the frame that happened ten seconds in.

Because right there, staring up at the camera looked too much like Jason. It looked too much like his boy, his son that he had lost when Jason was only fifteen. Normally he would’ve brushed it off but it was the way that it then shifted into Dick, Steph, Tim and then Damian—

Ancient of Hope is what Phantom had called them, the embodiment of hope and how its form switched to what people believed in. Apparently it looked so much like the Robins of Gotham because Gotham was— is the biggest source of hope there is. Yet, this was an unknown.

Bruce couldn’t trust a word that Phantom said, ghosts are an unknown. Trying to get Constantine to talk about it was a struggle itself, the equivalent of trying to pull teeth out because the man was equally as stubborn as Bruce and it was even worse when the man had cursed up a storm when they had a meeting about Phantom’s first videos.

Ghosts are a variable in an equation that Bruce is trying to solve but he simply can’t force his way into solving it, not when this whole thing has turned into a diplomatic nightmare with the fact that Oa has started pressuring the US government about the mistreatment of the Infinite Realms beings.

The Justice League Dark even adding in the pressure— Deadman being one of the more outspoken members as he explained as much as he knew about the Infinite Realms despite not quite qualifying as one of their residents but still considered as one in an odd way. Constantine grumbling about as he came and went, saying how the Ghost Investigation Ward could’ve started a war or destroyed everyone.

Clark and Lane were writing up articles, having conversations with the PR Team of Phantom— two teenagers who were involved heavily and considered ambassadors to the Realms because of their connection to Phantom.

Phantom who is the High King. Phantom who doesn’t want his subjects hunted anymore and took a peaceful route instead of simply declaring war.

Bruce takes a heavier breath, jaw clenched as he watched the video loop one more time before the closed the tab to look more into the GIW and their backers, eyes narrowing in two names.

Vladimir Masters and Lex Luthor.

[elizabethemerald]

Summon the Cat: Part 5

Master post

It was hobby night in the Kyle household. The past two months had been wonderful for Selina. She had gotten Danny and Jazz enrolled in school under fake identities created by Oracle. She was delighted that both of them decided to take her last name. Danny and Jasmine Kyle. 

Without the pressure of their previous living situation, both kids were excelling. Jazz of course loved school and was happy and excited to be back. The fact that she didn't have to worry about her brother getting hurt by a ghost allowed her to top the school charts and get involved in the clubs she never had time for before. She also didn’t have to tutor to make sure she had enough money to buy food for herself and Danny, which freed up so much time. 

Danny was also doing well. It had only taken two conversations and one training session with him to realize he was neurodivergent just like Dick was. While Dick and Jazz had learned some coping strategies for how their brains functioned, Danny didn’t have those. So she paid extra for a tutor to help him learn those coping strategies. On top of that, Gotham Academy’s young engineer program was known worldwide for its incredible quality in hands-on learning. He was able to put the brilliant and creative mind that had helped him survive two years as the solo hero in Amity to more productive use. 

Even in the just two months he was there, he already had two patents filed. Selina was so happy for him. Being an astronaut was now probably beyond his reach because of his medical problems, but he could still help NASA and Star Labs with their space programs. If Bruce would finish up with his whining and complaining he would be a shoe-in for the Wayne Space and Aeronautics program. 

Of course Bruce was still at the height of his bitching and moaning about how Danny must be an otherworldly being that was trying to take advantage of her naivete. She wanted to shake him or slap him. Of course he was an otherworldly being! That’s what a ghost is, you idiot! But he’s not taking advantage of her, he’s being protected by a parent for the first time in his life, you obstinate prick. 

The two kids were still working through a lot of issues left over from their previous guardians. Selina couldn’t even call the Fentons “parents” in good conscience. Hell, they barely counted as guardians. The two of them still shared a bedroom, partially out of necessity due to the lack of bedrooms, and partially out of a desire to be there for each other when they had nightmares. Selina’s heart broke every time Danny’s screaming nightmares woke up the household. He had no shortage of nightmare fuel, from the ghosts he had fought, to the GIW, to what his own parents had done to him. 

Unfortunately, Jazz wasn’t immune to the nightmares either. Selina would often wake early to make breakfast and find Jazz already awake with dark rings under her eyes. Sometimes when Selina returned from her “evening work” Jazz would be awake and studying on her own, unable to fall asleep. She hoped that given enough time her kids would eventually be able to at least sleep through the night. 

It was in the effort of them recovering from the horrors they had experienced, that had them all enjoying hobby night. Harley and Ivy were with them as well, though the Bat girls hadn’t been able to make it, much to Jazz’s disappointment. Jazz was working in front of a large basin of water as she wove a small basket. Ivy was leaning over her shoulder and giving her directions as well as telling anecdotes about weaving plants together. Ivy’s plants were already in some cases stronger than steel, and when woven properly they could be strong enough to stop Bane dead in his tracks and even restrain Superman. Jazz laughed and said that wasn’t quite her interest, but it was nice that she could relax with Selina’s friend. 

Danny was playing with his ice ability, with Harley giving him suggestions on what to create. The Kents had given her the suggestion that allowing her son to play and normalize his powers was vital to keep him from suppressing his nature. So as Harley gave Danny suggestions and he laughed and shaped his ice to follow, showing how normal and accepted his powers were. It also helped train and improve his control as he made little icy music boxes and puppets. 

Selina also had her own craft in front of her. Part of the hobby night was not just a chance for all of them to hang together, but also a time to engage in each other’s hobbies. Danny and Selina had each made their own baskets, Selina’s ended up looking more like a bird’s nest, which had Danny floating in the air with laughter. Now she was working on a model of the solar system to enjoy Danny’s hobbies. 

She took a moment to look around at her, her friends and her kids surrounding her and happy. Now seemed the perfect time to bring up the topic that had been on her mind almost since the first night Danny and Jazz had slept over. 

“Since we’re all here, do you mind if we talk about something?” Selina asked. 

She couldn’t help a small flinch as Danny and Jazz reacted. She had tried to keep her voice uplifted and cheerful, but her two kids both looked like she was going to share bad news. Jazz had tensed, ready to move in any direction. While Danny looked like he was about to fly out of the room through the wall. Selina hated again what the Fentons had done to her kids that even a family conversation was such cause for concern. 

“I want to buy a new house where we all have our own rooms and space.” Selina said quickly to clear up the fear and confusion. “I’ve squared away my finances and done some research into homes.” 

Jazz relaxed a little and Danny at least looked like he was relaxing though Seline could see he was still ready to flee if necessary. Harley and Ivy looked up with confusion and curiosity respectively. 

“Ya want us to leave, ‘Lina?” Harley asked. 

“No, this is relevant to you too.” Selina said. “I was thinking that with the Sirens pooling our wealth we could get a larger place with more rooms for our interests.” 

“Oh that would be amazing!” Harley cheered. 

Selina could see Danny brighten at the idea, but also Jazz dim and start to withdraw. She wouldn’t allow that to happen. 

“Jazz, you and Danny will have your own rooms so you don’t have to share, but with large enough beds so you can if you want. You would of course have space for any baskets or any other hobbies or interests. Danny, you would have room to do your homework and store some telescopes. Then maybe we could have room for my after hours work and perhaps a greenhouse or some gymnastics equipment.”

Now Jazz looked happier and Danny had started floating up above the couch in excitement. Selina smiled and pulled out the packet of papers she had prepared and passed it around. Danny started flipping through some of the papers with Harley leaning over his shoulder pointing out the details of the houses. 

“Drake Manor? Are we looking at buying a manor house?” Jazz asked in confusion with one of the papers in her hand.

“What? Drake Manor-?” Selina sat up and leaned over and could see a pamphlet laid out in the exact same manner as the others she had created but she definitely didn’t choose that one. 

“Oh Ancients! We’re going to be fruitloops!” Danny said, then swooped over to Jazz and looked at the paper. “Wow, it's even cheaper than the townhouses.”

“Wait, really?” Selina stood up and looked at it and sure enough the manor next door to the Waynes was for sale at an incredibly cheap price. She looked closer and saw that the Manor was being sold by the owner, the Heir of the Drakes. 

Selina squinted her eyes for a moment before she smiled. It seemed Tim wanted his family close, even though it would piss Bruce off, or maybe especially because it would piss the Bat off. 

“Hmm. I must have missed the price when I put it in the packet.” Selina said, giving a meaningful glance to Harley and Ivy, who both smirk back at her. “Drake Manor might just be perfect for our needs, if that works for all of you.” 

[gremlin-bot]

That ain't happening Thursday!

we are back baby!!

I was working on a lot of stuff for fandom events so I really couldn't share a lot. Now that most of that is done I can start on other things! Starting with the sfw part of a Nsfw Brain Dead ship Fic!! it is affectionally named "smut fic, yes the one with star wars" in my wips folder.

Danny had been friends with Tim for over half a year and he has been pining after him for just as long. He is so gone for this boy it's not even funny. Sam and Tucker had been dealing with his lovesick ass the whole time and he can tell they are at their limit.

"Danny, I swear to the Ancients if you don't ask him out or something soon, I'll start growing plants in your dishwasher." Sam lightly threatened after his half an hour long rant about the other boy.

"Sam, no!" Danny pleaded with her from his spot on the floor.

"I'm with Sam on this one, dude. If she doesn't go through with it then I'll keep giving you viruses. You'll be forced to talk to him to get rid of them because I'm sure as hell not doing that for you." Danny cringed at hearing Tucker. Yeah, maybe this was going on too long if Tucker was making threats.

"Fine, if I don't ask him out before the end of spring break you guys can go through with ya threats" The cheers this got from them was in his opinion a bit much.

So here Danny is, with two days left before classes start up again and still too much of a coward to say anything to Tim. He even is tired of his own bullshit at this point, but he is going to fix it today! 

Tim had asked him to come over to watch Star Wars later that night. He planed to ask the other out afterwards, let's just hope he doesn't chicken out. He really doesn't want to hand wash dishes and find a way to fix his computer without Tucker or Tim. 

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Tim couldn't wait for later tonight. Danny and him were supposed to continue their rewatch and light roasting of Star Wars, with Attack of the Clones being next, it should be a great night. Danny's roasting and general presents always made the nightmare of getting someone to cover his patrols worth it.

His missed patrols did have the side effect of making him a bit restless. He ends up having to workout beforehand to settle himself. Normally, it wouldn't be a big deal, but this damn proposal meeting is taking forever. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to change out of his workout clothes. Well, guess he can use this as an opportunity to flirt with the other man. He’ll wear some booty shorts and a crop top then. If it doesn't drive Danny up the wall nothing else will. 

Tim really should just ask the other boy out at this point. His crush was getting ridiculous, and it was really a matter of time before he said fuck it and kissed that hot nerd. He almost did before he was interrupted by Danny getting a call. He was going to find the coworker that called Danny in to cover for them that day and steal their left shoes.

Tim internally sighed as another person talked about something that could have just been an email and was barely relevant. God, when will this suffering end.

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When Tim opened his door, Danny knew he was going to die. 

He was going to die of blood loss because all of his blood is quickly heading to his dick, and it’s all Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne’s fault. Tim was in bright fucking red booty shorts with white trimming. His shirt did not help either! The black hand-cropped top with the cartoon ghost on it was bisected by its uneven cropping. Tim’s slim torso displayed the efforts of his clear workout. A bead of sweat dripped down his torso to his waist line. 

Ancients, he wants to follow it with his tongue. 

Danny snaps his gaze up to Tim’s face, hoping he didn’t get caught with wandering eyes. The other man smirks and steps out of the doorway to let him in. Danny was a fucking goner. A dead man (more than usual) all because of the man in front of him. 

Danny quickly slips his sneakers off and stumbles after Tim. So many questions running through his mind, none he can ask without giving his exact feelings away, if his dick didn’t give half of them away already. 

Fuck, he was pathetic.

He takes a deep breath. He can do this, survive the movie and ask that gorgeous genius out. He just hopes that Tim feels the same.

[violet-foxe]

"Us..." Jason breathes. "Us, everyone together, just getting along... That's his Dream?"

"Yes." Danny looks solemn

"And you want me to wake him up by giving him a nightmare."

"That is why I brought you here. I didn't exactly... know the best way to make this a nightmare without traumatizing him." Phantom looks back out to the room with everyone in it.

"Just make them fight." Jason supplies. "It won't be his Dream anymore if we ain't getting along."

"I had thought of that" Danny admitted, restraining himself from rubbing the back of his neck. "But to wake from a nightmare, there needs to be a shock. I made Dream version of you fight Dick at the piano, Bruce and the others just attempted to resolve the conflict, and accepted it as long as no one was being killed, and it didn't have nearly the impact I required."

"Well then I dunno! B doesn't seem to get shocked by anything!" Jason growled. And it was true, the big man hardly ever showed any emotion, much less fear or shock.

"What about death."

"What?"

"What about death." Phantom repeated. "When I overshadowed you in this dream world to try to fight the others, it didn't work, but I noticed that you didn't have your scars." Phantom turned to face Red Hood.

"My scars?"

"You died. You think I don't know that comes with some kind of scarring?" His own litchenburg figures glowed a little brighter. And Jason seemed to get the idea.

"So what? Your plan is to show off my scars and hope for the best? Maybe blame him for my death?"

"I just brought it up. I told you that I don't want to traumatize him, just scare him. But if you think that is the best way..."

Jason thought about it for a second before deciding. "I have an idea. Can you get other me out of the room and over here?"

"Sure."

Phantom invisibly overshadowed Dream Jason, who announced that he needed a drink of water, then trotted over to where the real Jason is standing with a small cloth in his hand before phasing out of the dream person.

As soon as Dream Jason sees his double his eyes widen, and his mouth opens as he takes a step back, but it's too late. Jason grabs the dream character, spins him around, and with a hand and over his mouth to keep him quiet, the Dream version passes out.

"Chloroform?" Danny asks.

"Chloroform." Then Jason takes off the dream's clothes, changing them with his own. "Gotta blend in." He answers to Danny slightly confused look. "Take these" he shoves the Red Hood gear in the ghost's direction.

Jason takes a deep breath to calm his nerves before walking into the room.

Bruce sees him come in and smiles. He looks so happy. He's surrounded by his family, and they are all happy. This never happens anymore.

Jason is rarely in the manor, and only for some meals at Alfred's request. Dick is always doing his own thing in Bludhaven 'cause that place needs major help. Tim's mostly in his Nest, working for Wayne Enterprises, or in his room working on a case. Cass is usually in Hong Kong doing her own thing. Steph is independent and lives on her own anyway. Babs does her work from a distance because she's Oracle, and it's all online anyway. Only Duke and Damien are really around right now, and Duke is about to go off to college anyway. Damien isn't exactly the hangout type either. Man, Jason kinda feels bad about putting a stop to this. Bruce, for all his shortcomings, did pretty well to care for them. Maybe Jason should come more often, or try to get the family together more frequently.

Danny senses that this will be a sensitive conversation, so he drifts a little farther down the hallway to give them some privacy.

Jason speaks first. "Hey, Bruce."

Bruce's face just lit up like Jason was the best thing in the world. "Jay." Jason's heart kind of dies again.

"Bruce." Jason kneels down in front of his old man. "Hey. You know that it's not your fault right?"

"Jay?-"

"I don't blame you for my death."

"Jay, I-"

"The Joker killed me, you did your best."

"Jason, you-"

"You gave me the best home that I could ever hope for."

"Ja-" Bruce started tearing up.

"You know that right? That you always did the best that you could."

"Jaylad-"

"It's not your fault. I don't blame you." He did before, but he was also brainwashed by Talia, and it was the truth, not anymore.

"Jas-" Jason cut him off with a hug.

"I love you, Dad."

Then Bruce woke up.

Jason and Danny flew out of Batman's Chest as he startled awake and sat up. Danny caught Jason before he hit the ground, and Jason was back into his regular outfit, including the helmet that hid his face.

B was panting. The batclan started freaking out, worrying over their father and his seemingly upset state, but Batman only had his eyes on Jason.

Seemingly understanding the unspoken question. The Red Hood nodded. "I meant what I said." He spoke in a haughty voice. Well, as haughty as he could be with a throat that felt clogged with emotion.

Batman just nodded, but a small smile could be seen in his lips.

Jason walked out of the room before he was too overwhelmed. "See you later, Old Man."

"What?! Where are you going!" Nightwing called after him.

"Nunya!"

"Leave him be." Batman rumbly voice spoke up.

"-Fine! But are you okay??? You woke up really suddenly, and you were breathing heavily! Are you sure that you are fine? What if-"

"Nightwing. I've never been better." The eldest child just slumps in relief.

Then Nightwing turns around to stare down Phantom. "So what was that about you healing Red Hood?"

"That is for him to tell you."

"But he doesn't tell me anything!" Nightwing threw his arms up in the air.

"Then I guess you will never know." Danny said with a smirk and an eyebrow raise.

"Who are you?" The Batman growl was on full throttle. Danny wonder how it doesn't hurt his throat.

"Phantom. High King of the Infinite Realms."

"Hnn..." Nightwing recognized that as the 'Asking for more information" grunt

Nightwing butted in, "Hood said he had a contact and summoned him. He was the one who helped wake you up. He went in alone initially, but a few minutes later he came back out and took Red Hood with him back in."

"Hm." That was the 'Approval' grunt. A rare one to hear and Dick brightened.

"Now that that is cleared up, I must go and take care of Nocturne." Phantom was about to leave when he heard a shout.

"Wait!" Red Robin called out. "What if we need your help for something later?"

"I gave my Summoning Circle to Red Hood." Phantom deadpanned.

"Yeah, but he doesn't share!" Spoiler blurted.

Phantom sighed before reaching into one of his pockets (thank you malleable form for letting him do a costume change) and pulled out another calling card, handing it to the nearest bat, which happened to be Nightwing.

"This is only meant to be used for emergency purposes." The ghost said sternly. "I do not want to be pulled around constantly for fun and games. Do I make myself clear? I believe I made my rules clear with Red Hood as well as elaborated on them earlier. Those rules still stand, and will be taken seriously. But I will add on, the entire party involved, as well as I, must agree on the offering. Am I understood?" That should get them from offering themselves up all willy-nilly.

"Yes, you are understood." Batman replied.

Phantom turned himself invisible and intangible, before making his way to Gotham proper in search on the Wayward Spirit of Dreams. There was a lesson that he needed to learn.

Writing Prompt #13

"So?" Red Hood asks, arms crossed. "Was I right?"

"Yes," Phantom says, deepening his voice, "this is one of mine."

"One of your what?" Robin growls. Nightwing's hand on his shoulder is the only thing keeping him from invading Phantom's personal space, which, please, continue to do so Mr. Nightwing, Sir.

Phantom would take a deep calming breath if a) he wasn't trying to appear as otherworldly as possible which means no human breathing and b) if that wouldn't so obviously telegraph how uncomfortable he is in the Batcave surrounded by the entire Batfamily.

Next to him Red Hood shifts in slight discomfort. His ties to the spectral realm mean he's picking up on Danny's unease even if he can't fully translate the feeling. Which is good. Danny needs to maintain what little control he has over this situation.

"There's a gh-spirit in my...realm," Phantom says, letting himself drift gently to the other side of Batman's medical table which just coincidentally puts more distance between him and the the rest of the clan staring him down. Black Bat leans forward and he violently suppresses a flinch. "They're known as Nocturne. They wield power over dreams. Their signature is all over this."

And Danny means that literally. Their ecto-signature couldn't be more apparent if they'd written it in sharpie across Batman's suit. This is what Jason—Red Hood, because Danny couldn't have been dealing with a simple civilian case of ecto-contamination, nooo, he's got to have connections to the superheroes Danny has spent the better part of his afterlife avoiding—managed to pick up on, even being the low level entity that he is.

At which point he'd called Phantom in, even though Danny had spent the better part of two weeks trying to intimidate the guy into never contacting him, Ruler of the Spirit Realm (lightning crash!), again, but here is his calling card just in case (thunder and creaking noises!!), but again, you should never use it unless things are very serious, OoOoOoOo~~~

Damn it. It's been like 10 days.

"So how do we fix it, Your, uh, Ghostliness?" Nightwing says, ducking his head in a sort of half-assed supplication when Phantom turns to him. Nightwing glances at Jason for affirmation who shrugs out of the corner of Danny's eye.

"Phantom is fine," Danny says, waving his hand and letting his upper lip curl in an expression of distaste. "Remember, it's like you're Vlad when Dad offers him a glass of eight dollar wine!" Jazz's voice reminds him. Robin growls lowly, likely meaning he's nailing it. He looks away dismissively ("Honestly, it's like you're Vlad, anytime, ever." Sam notes dryly) and thanks god he doesn't have a heart in this form because it would be beating so loud right now.

Beside him, Jason scratches compulsively at the back of his neck. Huh, his anxiety is manifesting physically as an itch. Good to know.

"You can't fix it," Phantom says. "I can."

"At what cost?" Red Robin asks. "Red Hood mentioned you'd want something in return?"

Frick. His other contingency to keep Jason from ever contacting him again. Phantom had lightly hinted his taste du jour was, uh, souls.

Something Red Hood has apparently let slip, because now Robin shakes off Nightwing's hand, puffs out his chest and declares "I will trade myself for my father's safe awakening, Spirit!"

The other members burst into denials which almost covers up Danny floating sharply back and saying "What? No!!!"

Key word: almost.

Danny coughs as they stare at him.

"That is to say, I have no desire for a child," he puts a bit of snarl into it, showing fang. The mood in the room plummets drastically as Nightwing gently grabs Robin by the arm and pulls him back to his side.

"We see," he says. He steps forward more assertively, placing himself in front of the others, all of which are now eying him warily. "Then, is there a gender you prefer?"

It takes a second to click in Danny's head and then he swings his head wildly away from his audience to hide his reaction, nausea and embarrassment turning his face bright green. "Fika Kristo," he mutters in Esperanto as quietly as he possibly can, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He gives himself a moment to settle and game plan before turning back around. "I have no desire for any of you, and it matters not. In this instance, a deal need not be struck. Nocturne is my subject, and they have done this without my permission." Danny blinks, eyes widening. "Not—not! that I would give them permission to do such a thing. In the first place. Ahem."

"Okay...so you'll do this for free?" Jason asks. "Seems like a bad business practice since you also fixed me up for nothing—"

"What he means to say, Your Majesty, Phantom, is thank you!" Signal says in a rush as Nightwing starts, "Wait, Hood, what do you mean—"

"Enough!" Phantom says loudly (nearby bats take off and Jason's itch migrates to his forearms) "I have little time," read: he has a test tomorrow and he's only one-third of the way through the study guide "And I grow tired of this...dilly-dally." Frick! Is that an old-timey word?

"Of course. Thank you again, Phantom." Nightwing says stiffly, eyes still narrowed in Hood's direction.

"Wait, sorry, Phantom, Majesty, I'm Spoiler by the way," the purple-caped vigilante Danny already knew was Spoiler says. "How do we keep this from happening again? To any of us? Is there a way to defeat this Nocturne?"

"Moreover, why Batman?" Red Robin asks. "Why would a spirit from another dimension want him asleep?"

Phantom sighs. "Nocturne was trying to send a message. To me. Through you," he says, nodding at Red Hood. "They...how do I put this. They like attention. Being the spirit of uh, dreaming, they don't receive that attention. And you were in my realms for quite some time. And they wanted...attention."

The lackluster explanation sits for a moment before "They were jealous? Of me?" Red Hood asks skeptically.

"It's more complicated than that. Your...physiology," Danny puts it as delicately as possible, watching regretfully when Red Hood still stiffens at the mention, "Is particular. You gather attention in our realm. And having my attention is...special. But not!" He says to the group at large, a touch panicked, "Romantic!"

Jesus, he's never gonna hear the end of this from the others.

"Anyway, I will ensure it does not happen again."

"By paying them attention," Spoiler says under her breath, wiggling her eyebrows at Black Bat, Red Robin shooting them both a glare. Nightwing ignores them in favor of staring at Red Hood and Phantom. Danny is unsure what Red Hood has disclosed about how he knows Danny, but now he feels confident the answer is close to nothing.

Before Nightwing can ask whatever uncomfortable thing he's about to ask, Phantom disappears. Invisibly, he hovers over Batman's sleeping body and silently apologizes for the intrusion before intangibly slipping into Batman's REM realm and finding the man...oh...

Probably thirty minutes later he reappears to the group, who all perk up at the sight of him. Their eyes bounce from him to Batman; who does not move, to the monitor; which shows no change in his brain activity.

"I'm going to need your help," Danny says to Jason, getting to the point.

"Why? What can I do?"

"It's easier if you come with me," Danny says, grabbing his arm.

"Come with—"

Danny wastes no time in turning them both invisible and flying them into Batman's mind.

"What the—" Red Hood twists and turns, taking in the hallways of the manor. From afar, they can hear the tinkling of a piano. "You, I had your word—"

"This isn't where you think it is," Danny says hurriedly. "We're in your—Batman's dream." He walks quickly down the hallway, towards the music. Jason follows.

"What?"

"The way to break a dream spell is to wake the dreamer. You can't do that externally so you do it internally. Usually you wake the dreamer by turning the dream into the nightmare, scaring them awake."

The hallway stretches on longer than realistic, the dream attempting to divert them. But it can't outrun Danny. His power seeps into the halls, ice creeping along the paneling and freezing the way behind them.

"Batman, however, is hard to scare."

"So you want me to do it."

"What? No." Phantom shoots him a confused look. "Why would I—Ahem, The other way is to convince the dreamer they are dreaming. They break the dream themselves."

"Alright..." Jason says slowly, now keeping pace with him. His breath forms a cloud as he speaks. "And you think I'm the person to do it? I'm not the one he listens to you know, that's more Nightwing's schtick, or hell, anyone other than me."

"This isn't just Batman's dream, Jason," he says. Hood's eyes narrow at his real name, but now the truth is necessary. "This is The Dream. The perfect life. Everything he could ever want."

They're approaching an opening on the right side of the corridor. A bright light emanates from it, alongside the noise of stumbling piano keys and laughter, deep and male and unrecognizable. The Dream.

"Thomas Wayne," Jason breathes. "You want me to convince Bruce it's worth walking away from the center of his universe? It'd be easier if I put a bullet in their chests."

Danny stops abruptly before the doorway, turning to face Jason.

"You know, I fixed you," he says, head cocked. "Those feelings you felt, you shouldn't be feeling them anymore."

"I...I don't."

"Then why do you act like it?" He lets himself drift up, reaching beyond their planes of existence and extending a metaphysical hand to Jason's spirit. It shivers away. "You don't have to hide behind what was."

"I'm not hiding! And I don't have to explain myself to you!" He tries to move forward but Danny puts a hand out and he cannot move past it. He growls in frustration.

"I'm grateful to you, but with or without the Pits I'm fucked up. This is just who I am. This is just what he made me."

"You've never asked why I look like this. But did you know my form is malleable?" Phantom says, letting his legs shift into a tail, letting two eyes become three. "What I believe is what I am."

And then he takes several steps back, putting the doorway between them. "From here on out, the Pits can't tell you how to think or feel. Your decisions are wholly your own. Starting with this one."

Jason stares at the doorway, then Danny.

"I won't make you," Danny says simply. "And if you desire, I will retrieve Nightwing instead."

Jason scratches at his arms, grits his teeth, and stomps through. The light resolves into the sitting room, massive windows letting in sunlight so bright it streaks yellow-white across the room. Bruce sits on the maroon versailles couch next to Cassandra, who sits cross legged, excitedly watching Alfred pour her a cup of tea. To their right, in the open space, Damian barks instructions at Tim on handling a katana. Stephanie and Duke sit on the ground besides the coffee table, homework sheets sprawled across the surface, suffering their way through a calculus problem.

Bruce, smiling softly, looks across the room to where the atrocious playing is coming from. Red Hood follows his gaze.

Sitting at the piano, trying to play while Dick distracts him with a pair of chopsticks, is Jason. He puts a hand on Dick's face and shoves, both of them hitting the wrong keys.

"Get—away—dumbass!"

"No, see, it's a duet! Jay!"

"That's not why it's named—" and Jason Todd-Wayne tips his white-tipped head back and laughs.

[nelkcats]

And they were roommates

After years of living on his own in the Infinite Realms, something strange began to happen to the retired hero. Every time Danny closed his eyes to sleep, a life that was not his own played in his head. And he began to see memories of someone who had passed away, from his birth to his death. That would be fine if he didn't remember the dreams in such detail.

Unfortunately when the first dream kept repeating itself continuously, and Danny investigated, he discovered that it was not a normal nightmare and was the life of someone real. Someone who wanted a closure.

Every time he woke up, he found himself feeling the same as in the dream. Which led him to do a couple of things: yell at Nocturne (who strangely had nothing to do with it), annoy Clockwork (who was definitely involved), and solve crimes that had been deemed "impossible", and bring them to an appropriate end.

The police were extremely confused when a note from "Sleepy King" was next to the evidence of a cold case. The truth is that Danny wanted to sleep, and the souls were extremely insistent about their 'unfinished business' that came to haunt him in his sleep.

Every time he cracked a case he earned a few hours of uninterrupted sleep or downright disturbing memories, but that wasn't enough. Unfortunately, it seemed that solving the cases was only attracting more souls, and he was starting to regret wanting to help. He had ended his life as a hero for a reason.

Usually his notes to the police would say something along the lines of "I'm doing this for me, not for you, good night" or some similar nonsense. The halfa was tired, very very tired, dreaming with memories wasn't fun or pretty, it was exhausting, the deaths made his skin crawl and his insomnia worse. He didn't want to relive the deaths of anyone else, but he had no way to scare away the souls.

When Martha Wayne showed up in his dreams showing him about a "court of owls" Danny made up his mind. This had to stop. He had been a hero but he retired. And it wasn't that he hated the souls, he just wanted to sleep, the mental exhaustion was too much.

So he did the stupidest thing possible: he hired Constantine (pretending to be a fairly normal human client, getting his attention after offering a lot of alcohol and some useless books from the Realms as payment) to make him a dream catcher or some wizard thing. All he wanted was something to help him sleep.

Constantine couldn't do that of course. The hellbazer was disturbed by the man with more than three hundred avenging spirits swarming. That was fucked up. So he offered him the only solution he could think of: inviting him to sleep at his house. A place where spirits could not pass without permission. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it would work for a while.

John had no idea why he was doing so much for a client (inviting him to his house? bold move), but the man looked so desperate, and he was fucking cute. If he could get an adventure or two out of it he wouldn't complain.

Constantine's guest bed felt like heaven to the halfa, despite being almost destroyed. Danny repeatedly thanked, and before they both knew it: they were roomies, lived in the same place, took turns cooking or cleaning, etc. They grew comfortable with each other to the point that Danny answered Justice League Dark's calls on a few occasions.

And well, if Constantine stopped rushing to find a long-term solution that was his business, and his alone, okay? Zatanna's comment asking when he got married was fucking out of place.

[britcision]

Well for today’s WIP Wednesday I had me a dilemma… because chapter 5 is damn near finished, last scene, and I don’t want to give you the whole thing early!

So instead, you get the scene I’m working on, at the end of the chapter >) also, I think I finally fixed the tag lists, but if you have asked to be tagged and still aren’t please let me know

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Bumping into Tucker and Tim had been a fun coincidence, and Danny wasn’t about to miss the chance to catch up. Sure, they’d not been apart long, but a lot had happened.

First of all…

“What happened to your shoulder Tim?” Jason asked “innocently”, something just on this side of sincere worry in his eyes.

Tim made a face, rolling his shoulder and carefully cupping it.

“Oh, nothing. Just a bit of an overenthusiastic greeting by someone called Vlad,” he said nonchalantly, shooting Danny a sly smile. “He thought I was someone else.”

For just the briefest second, that hot flare of Obsession hit Jason again. Protect-mine-how dare he.

But Danny was used to those kinds of reactions; mostly from personal experience. If he even thought his friends were hurt in an attack, things got… intense.

He let his aura spread enough to stroke across Jason’s again, not moving closer while they were the center of attention. He felt the flash of surprise, and something… else?

Something softer, none of the alarm he’d felt when he’d filled the room. He stroked calm-safe-amused-he’s faking back anyway and watched Jason’t shoulders settle.

Felt a wash of embarrassed-amused-sorry more directed his way, and smiled to himself. Jason was getting good at this pretty fast.

Sam, Tuck, and Tim had kept the conversation going while they had their little halfa moment, chatting just a little louder than they should about Tim’s encounter.

Just so their neighbours could hear them without having to strain, of course.

That would be rude.

Slotting back into the conversation was easy, and honestly? Tim was also a pretty cool guy to hang out with. Danny was a little surprised by how much fun he was having.

It just went to show, the galas of nightmares could be pretty fun with friends.

There was definitely something about to start though, because people were beginning to move more pointedly towards the large doors opposite the stairs. The dining hall, if Danny remembered right.

Right. Dinner.

It was probably that which brought Damian, Dick, and Cass to join them. Dick launched easily into the story of their own encounter with Vlad and okay, being funny as fuck clearly ran in the family.

Damian was a little off though. Until he actually met Bruce, Danny couldn’t say for sure, but for now? Maybe the Waynes were just the unfunny ones.

That or something was bugging him, because he had a tight frown on his face. And… was… kinda staring at Danny.

Half an eye on the kid, Danny casually shifted away to the right. The glare followed, so yeah - gonna say that was for him.

It was kinda cute really. For all the kid wanted to play tough guy and pretend he didn’t care, he basically radiated a protective suspicion for Jason.

Danny had to admit he’d been weird enough when he thought anyone was threatening Jazz or his friends, so he couldn’t complain. Just felt weird to be on the other side of.

Just as they were approaching the wide open doors, the Mansons popped up again, absolutely beaming to see Sam surrounded by the full crop of Waynes.

“I’m so happy to see you all getting along, poor Samantha does get so lonely at these events sometimes,” Pamela trilled happily, patting her daughter on the shoulder.

Sam, Manson Party Smile in place, glanced at the hand like she was seriously considering biting it. Danny hid a grin of his own.

“We’re sorry to break up the party, but we should be getting our two off to our table,” Jeremy explained, giving Sam a beaming smile and pretending Danny didn’t exist.

Jason cut in immediately, bestowing a charming smile on both of them and offering Sam his hand. Which she gave a sidelong look to, then slowly took.

Pamela’s eyes all but whirred like camera lenses as she locked onto the gesture.

“Actually, I was just about to invite Sam to join me at our table? And Danny too of course,” Jason added as an afterthought, also not looking for Danny.

For the best, because he wasn’t sure he could hold in all the giggles. No chance of the Mansons noticing anyway, because they were on cloud nine.

“Oh, how wonderful! It would certainly give you some more time to get to know each other,” Pamela gushed, the hand on Sam’s shoulder giving her daughter a sudden little shove closer to Jason.

As if there was any chance she might have missed the super subtle parental semaphore all evening.

And Sam deserved an Oscar.

Glancing up to Jason, she let the Party Smile slip more into a real, shy one, quickly looking away like she didn’t want to be caught looking.

“Yeah, okay. Sounds good,” she said quietly, her grip tightening just a little.

If Danny hadn’t known she’d never been shy in a relationship in her life he could have easily bought into this Bridgerton bullshit. As it was, he and Tuck exchanged grins, wishing for popcorn.

Jeremy took his wife by the arm before she could dissolve into delighted tittering, inclining his head to the group.

“I’m sure we’ll see you after dinner then. Have fun,” he told Sam, and for just a moment he sounded so sincerely proud that Sam’s grip tightened in Jason’s.

Then they were gone and she groaned melodramatically, dropping said hand and glaring at Tucker and Danny.

“Not a word,” she snapped, eyes narrowed. Both boys immediately raised their hands in abject surrender.

“Whatever would we even say?” Tuck asked innocently. Beside him Tim snickered.

“That your parents clearly read even more period romances than Jason?” He offered, and Sam’s eyes narrowed at him instead.

Then she huffed, folding her arms and dragging Jason’s hand into the crook of her elbow.

“Yeah, yeah. Get me to the table. At least I don’t have to listen to them gushing for an hour,” she grumbled, actual sadness flicking across her eyes.

Jason slipped his hand free and before she could protest, wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“C’mon, let me tell you about all the times Timmy’s fallen asleep at gala dinners,” he said innocently, shooting a wicked grin at his younger brother as he turned them away to keep walking.

Tim’s smile dropped immediately as they begun to walk, hurrying around so he could glare at Jason and walk backwards.

“Don’t you fucking dare Jason. I still have pictures of the Discowing incident,” he threatened, and unfortunately for him only made Jason grin broader.

“You did, until Babs owed me a favour,” he teased back and Tim’s eyes narrowed, hands jumping to his phone.

“Fuck off she did not, she wouldn’t,” he grumbled as he fell behind, Dick landing a companionable hand on the back of his neck to steer him along with them.

“Discowing incident?” Tucker asked, hurrying up on Jason’s other side.

Jason glanced back over his shoulder, smirking at Dick and Tim.

“Family game night. The loser has to suffer some humiliation, and when I lost they got me one of Nightwing’s old costumes to wear for photos. The one with the v-neck,” he added for explanation.

Coming up on Sam’s other side, his hand in the small of her back, Danny damn near tripped over his feet. He’d have fallen if Sam hadn’t caught him, a smug smirk now on her face.

At least she was feeling better.

Behind them, Dick rolled his eyes while Tucker went searching on his PDA.

“Hey, I still say that was a cool suit. More interesting than all the black spandex the rest of the bat brigade mainline,” he protested, making all three of his brothers scoff.

“Then why did he stop wearing it?” Steph asked, materialising from nowhere to toss an arm around Dick’s shoulders, just as Danny asked,

“Isn’t Nightwing’s current costume mostly black?”

Even Cass giggled, which Danny had already decided was an accomplishment. Dick gave a few half hearted defences while the others needled him, and Tucker made a triumphant noise and passed his PDA to Sam.

She angled it so Danny could see and he had to clap his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

“He fought crime in that?!” He exclaimed through his fingers, and Sam raised a pointed brow at him.

“Batman’s underwear are on the outside and this is the line?” She asked sarcastically, then turned and grinned up at Jason. “So when are you introducing me to my new best friend Babs?”

They’d reached a large oval table now… right in the front and center of the room. Right. Wayne table, Jason’s gala.

They were gonna have an audience.

Jason chuckled and grinned down at Sam, moving to pull out a chair for her just off center.

“Absolutely fucking never unless you swear to forget all you’ve heard,” he promised as the rest of his siblings minus Cass rushed around for the other side of the table.

Sam snorted a laugh, taking the seat and letting him tuck her in.

“Look at what I am fucking wearing. Give me the disco suit and I’ll wear that with pride,” she pointed out, gesturing to the mass of bows.

Dick won the race, by diving into the seat Tim had just pulled out and locking his legs underneath it. He leaned immediately across the table and grinned at Sam.

“Are you busy tomorrow?” He asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Steph dropped down to sit beside him.

“We could go later tonight?” She offered, and both laughed when Jason flicked a napkin at them, taking his own seat.

“You’re both the fucking worst, and Babs has shit on you too,” he reminded them, with no real effect.

Danny took a seat Sam’s other side, Tucker winding up beside Danny on the curve. That left Tim with a seat almost half opposite Tucker, on the other side of the round.

Further from the main action, but honestly, he took it with good grace. Better than Damian, who despite having the seat on Dick’s other side, near the middle of the table, was still sulking.

Maybe because he’d had to wait for a new chair to be brought? Cass had the other new chair, at Jason’s other side.

No one seemed worried that they’d left the table unbalanced, mostly down at one end.

A couple of attendants had already hurried over with three extra chairs, disappearing again for place settings as the Waynes passed cutlery around.

Danny figured this was what throwing the party (and having more money than your average country) did for you. People didn’t make a fuss when plans changed.

The hall was still pretty loud, people finding their seats and getting comfortable. Across the table Dick leaned forward, grinning broadly at Sam and Danny.

“So, we know about Sam and her folks. What about you, Danny? Do you have any family nearby?” He asked, ignoring a warning look from Jason.

Danny appreciated it, but he didn’t really mind. Odds on, he’d be getting to know Jason’s family better at some point. They seemed pretty close.

“Nah, my sister’s studying psychology in Star City and both parents are still in Illinois. We sort of spread out.” Not least so both he and Jazz could have some time away from home.

Time to pretend to be normal. And somewhere nobody knew the name Fenton.

Dick nodded cheerfully, but Danny didn’t miss how both Damian and Steph’s eyes had narrowed. They were gonna remember what he said for later.

Fun. Maybe he should be doing some interrogating back.

Dick had already moved on though, still with that charming smile.

“Can’t say I know much about that, the furthest I got from home was Bludhaven,” he said companionably, tugging Damian in for a hug. “Can’t let the little ones do without their biggest brother.”

Damian squirmed viciously, sputtering protests, and Steph laughed and pulled Dick into a headlock.

“Jason’s bigger,” she teased, and Danny couldn’t help glancing over from the corner of his eye.

Jason was a lot bigger. In just about every direction. To be fair, Jason was bigger than some cars.

Dick squirmed free with surprising flexibility, releasing Damian who huffed and corrected his outfit immediately. Danny figured it was as good a time as any to do some sleuthing back.

“Bludhaven, huh? What do you do there?”

“I’m a cop,” Dick answered with an easy shrug. “I guess I got in the habit of wrangling these little bastards.”

Sam snorted a laugh beside him and Danny hid a grin in his hands. He was probably gonna regret that.

“You grew up in Gotham and became a cop?” She asked, heavy with derision. Beside Danny Tucker snickered, leaning over to whisper to Tim.

“And you thought you had it bad before.” Which, yeah. ACAB was Sam’s other favourite mantra after Eat The Rich.

Dick shrugged again, not losing his cheerful grin yet and spread his hands.

“That’s kinda why I did it. There were always so many corrupt cops, I wanted there to be at least someone that people could count on,” he explained like it might save him.

Sam stifled most of the second laugh.

“Oh, sorry, I thought you said you became a cop, not a firefighter. Is he a snitch too?” She asked Steph, who looked like Christmas had either come a little late or extremely early.

“Not to Bruce, but he did threaten to arrest me for parking near a fire route,” she said with a wicked grin.

Decidedly pouting now, Dick threw both hands into the air.

“I was kidding! I didn’t actually arrest her!” He argued as the rest of the table booed. Even Damian.

“Just another corrupt cop,” Sam sighed, shaking her head. Dick opened and closed his mouth a few times, then frowned.

“Wait so I’m a snitch if I do arrest people and corrupt if I don’t? How am I supposed to win?” He complained, the pout still mostly playful.

Sam stared him dead in the eye, devoid of mercy.

“Not be a cop.”

Dick groaned dramatically and Steph laughed, reaching over to pinch his cheeks.

“Hey, we told you when you joined,” she pointed out cheerfully and Dick sighed.

“Well, yeah, but the system’s not gonna change if no one ever does anything, is it?”

Tucker and Danny exchanged looks. Grins. And were slightly surprised when Jason beat Sam to the punch.

“Corrupt systems don’t change from the inside, Dickie,” he said with a smirk. Dick pointed an accusatory finger at him.

“Hey, you can’t talk. He likes Red Hood,” he explained as an aside to the Amity Parkers as if it might help his case.

Jason spread his hands, grinning.

“Hey, I came from the Alley, I’m allowed to appreciate a guy cleaning it up. Which the cops never even tried,” he added smugly. Dick huffed.

“Red Hood killed people.”

“So do the police,” Sam pointed out with a smirk of her own and Dick deflated.

“Red Hood stopped,” Jason joined in, jumping on the moment of weakness. “I bet his bodycount is less than Bludhaven PD’s.”

Steph and Tim both snickered at that, although Danny wasn’t quite sure why. It seemed a little more innuendo ridden than just enjoying Dick’s suffering.

And Jason’s cheeks definitely pinked. But he ignored them. Yeah, Danny had some follow up questions for later.

From Jason’s other side, Cass signed something that Danny couldn’t quite catch from this angle, but Steph nodded quickly.

“Yeah, good point Cass. She wants to know what you guys think about vigilantes,” she explained, looking expectantly at Sam.

Who frowned for a moment, then shrugged.

“At least they’re getting something done. But someone needs to look into Batman hoarding children,” she said dryly, and most of the table snickered.

“I think most of them follow him,” Tim pointed out in an effort to be fair. Steph and Jason both made faces at him and he flipped them both off.

“But do you have a favourite of Gotham’s vigilantes?” asked Dick, leaping onto the subject change with both feet.

Danny cast a quick glance at Jason, but he looked about as entertained as the rest of the table. It must have been something they talked about a lot.

Or the rest of the Waynes were the rest of the bats. But Danny didn’t want to assume… unless it would be funny.

Without the key of Jason’s old Robin connection, Sam and Tucker probably wouldn’t get there.

Sam was pursing her lips, probably thinking about her options. She’d know more of them than him or Tucker, but Danny figured he knew most of the big players.

“Black Bat,” she finally decided, leaning back in her seat, “but Batwoman definitely fucks.”

This was met with general agreement, Danny frowning for a moment. He’d not had many bat sightings since moving to Gotham, but…

“She definitely says fuck,” he agreed with a snicker. Sam punched his shoulder.

“You can’t talk. Who’s your favourite, new town boy?”

Rubbing his arm and feigning great injury, Danny stuck his tongue out at her. Thought for a moment longer.

“Signal’s pretty great,” he decided, tipping his chair back for a moment to frown at the ceiling, “I passed by the mall after a rogue attack one time and he was teaching the kids to do flips.”

“After the rogue was in custody?” Steph asked, but she was still grinning. Danny shrugged.

“I dunno, I don’t talk to cops.”

Dick let out another wounded groan and Sam snickered, then leaned forward to look at Tucker.

“How about you?”

Tucker hesitated for a moment, clearly torn. Then he visibly drew in his courage and looked around the table expectantly.

“Have you guys heard of the Oracle?” He asked, voice heavy with anticipation. The surrounding Gothamites stilled, watching him expectantly.

Sam rolled her eyes.

“If you’re not wearing spandex are you even a vigilante?” She asked dryly. Tucker flipped her off.

“Hey, Oracle’s done more for this city than any of the bats! More for the whole world!”

“It’s a legend in the hacker community,” Danny “explained”, keeping an eye on Dick and Steph as the two opposite him. And less obviously hacker connected.

If they were the bats and Oracle existed, they’d know.

“They’re a master hacker that can break any system, any time, and gathers all the evidence to put people like Roman Sionis behind bars,” Tucker said, taking over the explanation.

With his usual dramatic aplomb, planting both hands flat on the table and leaning forward impressively, his voice low and conspiratorial.

“No one knows who they are or anything about them. You just find their tracks sometimes, especially when there’s a really big rogue attack or someone gets busted too soon.”

“Sounds kinda like a rumour,” Dick offered with a small shrug, glancing at Tim. “How about you, Tim? Have you heard of an Oracle?”

Tim hesitated for a moment, just long enough for Steph to snicker.

“Guess if there is one they don’t bother with Bludhaven PD,” she said smugly, dodging when Dick swung half heartedly at her. “Police brutality!”

Dick groaned whole heartedly as the others laughed, sinking back into his seat.

“But seriously, why doesn’t anyone like Nightwing?” He grumbled, arms folded as he pouted at his siblings. “He was on the scene before it was cool.”

‘Before he had to be cool,’ Cass signed, shuffling a little further around the curve of the oval so the rest of the table could see her.

Dick’s head snapped up when Steph and Sam laughed harder, pouting at his sister.

“Hey! Not fair when I’m not looking!”

‘Pay attention then,’ she signed back, her expression all sweet and studied innocence.

At the other end of the table Tucker decided to take a little pity on the guy.

“Nightwing’s okay. I liked that suit,” he said with a shrug and a grin. Dick straightened in his seat, grinning over at him.

“Finally, a man of distinction and taste!”

“Cops don’t get opinions,” Sam smirked, leaning forward to grin at Tucker, “so what’s your excuse?”

Tucker stuck his nose in the air, pointedly looking away from her.

“We’re not all goth, Sam. Some of us have heard of colours.”

“Spoiler wears purple,” Tim put in helpfully, pulling up a picture to show him. Tucker leaned in for a moment, then nodded.

“Yeah that’s pretty cool too. Capes are in,” he added, shooting a meaningful look at Danny. Who rolled his eyes, both hands in the air.

“And when they come in for those of us not wearing identity obscuring masks, I’ll wear one,” he replied dryly. Tucker pshawed at him, waving a hand.

“You’re in Gotham, how weird would it be?” He asked off handedly. Danny sighed and then looked pointedly around the rest of the table.

“Weird?” Steph offered, shrugging.

“Pretty fuckin’ weird,” Jason agreed and Danny folded his arms and grinned at Tucker.

“I’m not breaking my win streak by letting some rogue mistake me for a bat. You wear a cape while you’re here,” he said, sticking out his tongue.

Whatever Tucker was about to say was lost when Dick sat up sharply, face bright with renewed enthusiasm.

“Wait, Danny, does that mean you haven’t been in a rogue attack before?” He asked eagerly, which was just a little too fucking weird.

Even weirder, the rest of the Gothamites looked equally excited. Even Damian managed a smug anticipation around his piercing stare.

Danny felt kind of like he was in a freak show display case.

“Uh… yeah? But I bet loads of people in Gotham haven’t and it’s only been a year…” his excuses were immediately batted away as Steph clasped her hands in front of her.

“Oh that means tonight is gonna be your first! That’s so exciting!” She squealed happily.

Danny and Tucker gave her weird looks, but to their surprise it was Sam who answered, sighing and leaning back in her seat.

“At least one rogue always attacks a gala,” she explained, waving a hand around them, “it’s all of Gotham’s wealthiest in one place. It’s why we don’t come here much,” she added, eyes narrowing in frustration.

Beside her Jason frowned down at her. Probably trying to work out the frustration.

“Because they don’t think it’s safe? One of the bats always deals with it,” he added when Tucker and Danny still looked confused.

Sam snorted and shook her head.

“Because they think I’ll start something during the attack,” she huffed, folding her arms and glaring at Tucker and Danny. Daring them to comment.

Tucker, unafraid of death with Danny between them, snickered.

“You’ll finish something during the attack,” he corrected, ignoring the sudden concerned looks from the Gothamites.

Sam’s eyes narrowed further but she let the comment stand. Steph leaned forward a little, looking nervous for the first time.

“It’s usually better not to get involved?” She offered, sounding almost apologetic. “The rogues can be pretty dangerous and you don’t want to call attention to yourself.”

“I doubt that would be an issue,” Damian snapped, eyes narrowed as he trained that glare on Sam instead of Danny.

She stared him down, then nodded sharply.

“He gets it. Anyway, you don’t have to worry, I got the lecture half a dozen times when we flew in. “No punching assholes, or any criminals”,” she mimicked her mom’s perky tones, heavily sarcastic air quotes stretched alongside.

Stifling a grin, Danny suddenly noticed something.

“Hey wait, I didn’t get the no punching speech?”

“Maybe they’re hoping you die in the rogue attack,” Tucker snickered, shooting Jason a sly grin.

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Whole thing is on AO3 under Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It, link is in the first chapter under the tag!

[phantoms-lair]

BatFam Snippets

"Mr. Wayne, are you alright?"

"Detective, I am on many levels not alright." Bruce said candidly. "A man I was working with broke into my house to abduct one of my children, a child he'd apparently been abusing before he came into my custody and probably planned to continue doing so. And he was stopped by my butler with a shotgun. I don't like guns. I don't like that one was in my house without my knowledge. And I certainly don't like the idea of people being killed with guns for reasons you and all of Gotham know."

The Detective flinched and the unusual level of seriousness in Gotham's most vapid playboy's voice. It was so easy to forget the cheerful, if sometimes vapid, man in front of him had watched his parents get shot to death as a child.

"But it he hadn't...Masters might have gotten Danny. Maybe even have taken Tim too. He and Danny look enough alike. And I can't...I couldn't deal with that." Bruce took a deep breath. "This is a nightmare and the only worse nightmare would have been if Alfred hadn't stopped him so no, I am not alright." Bruce ran a hand over his face.

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Bruce Wayne did not use foul language.

When he was a child it was because of the fear of getting his mouth washed out with soap. As an adult it was much the same as his vow against killing - the fear that once he'd start he'd never stop and he'd end up in Arkham himself, just shouting obscenities till the end of his days. That's not to say he wasn't tempted sorely at times. And now was one of those times.

During the investigation into the death of Vlad Master and why Vlad Masters was after the children it was almost impossible to keep who Danny truly was underwraps, He'd thought they'd managed, until he'd gotten a message from child services this morning.

They'd figured him out. Not from anything Danny or Bruce had said, but from Vlad posthumously flipping the table one last time, He wanted nothing more than to sit on it. To give Danny a chance to rest and heal. But that would be making Danny's decision for him and Bruce wouldn't take that away.

"Danny can we talk for a moment?"

Danny studied his face. "Alone?"

"That's up to you." Bruce said honestly. Any other child he would have said yes, but no other child he'd taken in was so frightened by the prospect of being alone with him.

"Can Tim stay?" Tim's smile brightened at the trust his foster brother was showing him and Danny rubbed the back if his neck nervously.

Bruce sighed. "They've started going through Vlad's will. You've been named as the main beneficiary."

"I don't want it." Danny said without hesitation.

"Understandable. But if you refuse, it will all go to the other beneficiary." Bruce explained.

"The other-?" Danny screwed up his face in thought. "Mom right? It had to be. He didn't care about anyone else."

Bruce nodded.

"Let her have it." Danny huffed, ready to go back to what he was doing.

Bruce wished so much they could leave it at that. But Danny's decision needed to be informed. "What would she do with it?"

Danny opened his mouth to answer, but the words caught in his throat. He'd known the answer without thinking, and as such hadn't thought about it. She'd make more weapons. Finance more experiments. Push more anti-ghost legislation. Ancients, with Vlads resources she could finance her own GIW. Not to mention all his notes on half ghosts...

"I'm going to guess retire to the Hamptons is out?" Tim asked dryly.

"I can't let that happen." Danny whispered.

"I say she and the Hapmtons deserve each other." Tim quipped.

"I've been trying to find a way out without revealing you. I haven't found one yet, but no matter what I promise you two things, Danny." Bruce said solemnly. "You won't have to go back with them and neither of them will ever lay a finger on you again."

[thecollectter]

This is all BEAUTIFUL but! I'm also imagining the game leading up to it. You don't just start a game of 'never have i ever' with death lol. They gotta start small, test the waters with Danny before getting to the wild stuff. Sure, Danny's a friend of Duke's and they know him decently well, but they know their personal games of NHIE are way different from what's considered normal and they'd like to think they've done a good job of hiding their vigilante weirdness from Dukes "normal" friend from Illinois. Plus, what better way to learn a whole bunch about someone with very little digital footprint(amity being amity) without having to interrogate them?

Starts off normal: dating, traveling, generic childhood/life experiences, etc. They(the bats) try to steer away from anything too unusual. But Danny's responses aren't "the usual" responses they expect from a normal civilian.

Plus, Danny "raised in an Osha violation lab nightmare and teen half dead hero" doesn't know the definition of normal at all. Every single round they play, the Wayne's get increasingly worried about his childhood. Especially from someone not born/raised in gotham.

So they start into the weird and unusual topics. Things that are generic for gothamites specifically, but abnormal for the wider world. (Or so they thought).

Needless to say it gets a bit competitive from there to see just what kind of crazy things Danny has or hasn't done that they know should not be the case.

The game becomes half "duke embarrassing his siblings" and half "What the frick life has Danny lived"

Danny, who'd been warned by Duke beforehand about Dukes intentions to embaress his siblings, is none the wiser about the larger focus and thinly disguised interrogation.

Duke, who knows about Danny's weirdness but not the whole scale of everything, is enjoying the chaos his friend is causing.

With the general tone much more dramatic and dangerous, Duke finally gets to use his big card. He's the only one out of his siblings who hasn't died in some way or form.

He just didn't expect Danny to be the one hit hardest.

Duke, who is tired of being bullied for still having only a few spots checked off on vigilante bingo, decides to get even when family game night includes Never Have I Ever. Danny, who is either a friend or basically adopted family at this point, was invited.

He brings up the fact that he has never died and been brought back to life. Multiple fingers are put down, groans and complaints are made, and then they all turn to Danny when he just stares at the ground.

"If it happened more than once, do I put more fingers down? Or just the one?" he asks. The room falls silent for a few seconds before the flood of questions start.

[zigtheeortega]

out of time

✿ pairing: sienna x danny

✿ word count: 3354

✿ warnings: death, loss

✿ author’s note: well, i thought i’d just flesh out what we didn’t get to see, since i highly doubt they’ll expand on it since it’s off screen. it’s not my best work, but it was written out of spite so hopefully that makes up for the lack of quality LMAO. anyways, i tagged everybody who liked this post and added it to the end since there were quite a few! [sidenote: i wrote this post after i’d started this fic so if you see similarities, that’s why] i really hope you like it and that i did both sienna and danny justice!

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She sprinted down the hallway, pager still beeping erratically on her hip, the weight of the numbers enough to make her feel like she was slugging through wet concrete.

No, no, not him, please, not him, she chanted to herself, vision blurring with tears before she had the chance to let the negative possibilities set in.

He’s gonna be okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.

Thankfully she was only one floor away, taking the steps two at a time, shoes squeaking against the waxy floor. Sweat formed on her brow as she shoved through the stair’s exit door, pushing past every intern in her way.

Normally she’d stop to apologize, but not today. She didn’t know how much time she had. It could be minutes, and she wasn’t going to waste even a second apologizing when someone’s life was on the line.

She saw the small crowd forming outside of the room and barrelled towards them without a second thought, tearing her way to the front.

When she saw Spencer’s terrorized gaze, her chest tightened involuntarily. Her body covered the entrance to the room, so she could barely see into the room, but she did catch a glimpse of something that made her blood run cold.

A purple pant leg strewn across the floor, ankle relaxed, unmoving, peeking out behind Spencer’s side.

“Sienna, stop. You can’t go any further,” Ethan murmured, gently holding her in place with his arm.

“But I have to – Danny – he’s –” she struggled against his grip, lip wobbling.

“Please,” he said, more of a statement than a question, like he was holding back, too, the strain in his voice enough to stop her in her tracks.

She watched, helpless, as Spencer and Rafael scrambled to seal the room, Bobby convulsing on the ground, Travis passed out, and Danny getting weaker and weaker by the second.

It was like turning on the news and seeing tragedy after tragedy – she always felt absolutely helpless. Her empathy always felt like a curse in those moments. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling everything, whether she wanted to or not.

She wrapped her arms around herself, digging her fingernails into her side, rocking from foot to foot. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Danny’s frail form on the ground.

“Hey, I came here as fast as I could,” a voice huffed at her side. She turned, met with Jackie’s concerned gaze, hands on her hips as she panted, tiny sweat stains dotting her teal scrubs.

“It’s… All of them, Jackie, –” she couldn’t find the words to quite describe the soul crushing weight of the situation.

Bobby, Rafael, Spencer, and Danny… people that had been her emotional rocks through the lowest points of her life.

Bobby was her unsung hero. He’d keep guard while she cried in the supply closet so she wasn’t disturbed, in return for a dozen of her chocolate chip cookies. After the first few times, she brought him baked goods weekly regardless of whether she had a breakdown or not.

Rafael was her empath twin, as weird as it sounded. She’d branded them that as a joke, between giggles, on her late night break at the cafeteria. Despite it being stated jokingly, it was true – they found themselves confiding in each other each time they faced a difficult situation, bonding over the fact that their jobs took a lot more out of them than the normal person.

Spencer was her late night confidante, the person who she’d crawl into bed with at 3 a.m. after having another detailed nightmare where she was cursed with endless terminal patients. There weren’t that many people she’d platonically cuddle and sob until she was a snotting mess next to.

And Danny… he was the future. He was a vision of what she’d always wanted.

It took her too long to break away from Wayne’s hold. She knew he was toxic, but she didn’t want to admit it – how was she supposed to admit that she’d been wrong for that long?

With Danny, she was comfortable. He got her in a way no one else did. He had the potential to be every single role that her friends played simultaneously.

God, and she’d told him she needed time. She hadn’t properly healed from Wayne so she needed some time before she moved on and –

Now it’s too late, she thought to herself as she watched them wheel out Travis and Danny in glass cases.

And Bobby in a body bag.

“Holy shit,” Jackie breathed, eyes widening. “Fuck – Oh my god, Sienna –”

The tears were already flowing as she slammed her face into Jackie’s chest, body wracked with inconsolable sobs.

She’d never hugged Jackie like this before, as she hated physical affection unless it was… PG-13.

Jackie stiffened, but wrapped her arms around Sienna’s shoulders, patting her back, slowly melting into the embrace.

“We’ll visit him as soon as we can,” she said in her ear, holding Sienna up as she nearly crumbled.

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Danny’s body was still, the only movement his heaving chest as he took shallow, labored breaths, his normally warm skin tone muted, drained of color.

“Hey, it’s me,” she called as she closed the door behind her, voice shaky, tote bag at her side. “I hope you can hear me.”

No response.

“Uh… I brought some of our favs. Secret of Ninradell and some music to play so hopefully it makes your dreams a little sweeter – ” she forced a laugh, trying to keep her brave face. “I brought some cookies that I baked last night – uh, I’m sorry they’re not fresh – I –”

Her voice cracked, and she rolled her lips together to keep her chin from trembling. She dragged a nearby chair closer to the glass box, sliding into it, never taking her eyes from his face.

God, why did it have to be you? She thought to herself, covering her mouth with her hands as she cried, her soft sobs muted by the loud machines monitoring his vitals.

She popped open the cover of the hardback, highlighter in hand. “I’m gonna read this to you, if that’s okay? I’m highlighting passages that remind me of you,” she smiled sadly, watching his eyes roll underneath their lids. He was dreaming.

“I know you hate when I mark up books. That’s the librarian speaking, huh?” She giggled, remembering the time he told her about his job in the campus library, and his deep hatred for the Dewey decimal system.

She began reading, trying her best at different accents, failing miserably, but it distracted her from reality if just momentarily.

Her year had been full of blow after crushing blow, both professionally and personally. Losing Wayne, breaking the news to terminal patients, dealing with the toll it took on her mental health, as well as dealing with an intern that was using her – she wasn’t stupid. She just would rather suck it up than have someone upset with her that was supposed to look up to her. Stupid, but she couldn’t handle the thought of disappointing another person.

Hours later, voice hoarse, pages and pages marked up, her hands stained with neon yellow ink, she was drifting off to sleep where she sat – but a groan startled her awake.

“Uhhhhhh,” he moaned, visibly in pain, writhing uncomfortably.

“Danny? Hey, I’m here,” she rushed forward to the box, pressing her hand up against the side, hoping he could feel the warmth of her hand through the glass.

“Sienna…?” He asked, eyes fluttering open and closed. He couldn’t focus on her face.

“I’m here. I’m not leaving.”

“Good,” he croaked, weakly flopping his hand to touch the glass.

He didn’t know it, but those two words were enough to strengthen her withering resolve. She fell asleep cradling the glass, arm slung over the top.

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She was ripped from her sleep by intense beeping from the machines surrounding Danny, and she glanced down, peering through the glass at Danny’s quivering form, switching between violent shakes and gentle shivers.

She slammed the emergency button and quickly went to work trying to find the source of the issue, waiting for the nurses to come as back up.

“Danny. Danny, stay with me. Listen to my voice. Hold on, alright? Nurses are heading here now, and we’re going to take care of you,” she said calmly, betraying her shaking hands.

They set to work immediately, trying to keep him from slipping into unconsciousness, all four nurses working swiftly, nimble fingers and precise movements, never getting into each others’ way.

Sienna watched from outside as they worked, glass box open, desperately wishing she had a hazmat suit. Ethan and Jackie observed, giving calm commands.

“Sienna!”

She turned, eyes red rimmed from crying and lack of sleep, startling Elijah as he rolled to a stop next to her.

“Jackie asked me to send an intern up to bring you a hazmat suit… but I thought I’d bring it myself, to check on you,” he said, eyebrows furrowed, handing the folded hazmat suit from his lap to her arms.

“Don’t feel like you need to talk to me right now, alright? I’ll wait out here, if you need me.” He gave her a sympathetic smile as he patted her arm.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, hastily throwing on the hazmat suit and ripping at the zipper, growing more and more frustrated as it caught on her clothes. “Come on. Come on, come on –”

“Here, let me help,” Elijah offered. “Bend down and I’ll zip it up.”

She followed his instruction and squatted as Elijah glided the zipper upwards, patting her back softly when he was done.

And like before, she had no time to thank him. She didn’t want to miss one second with Danny.

She burst into the room, not disturbing the hive-like efficiency of the nurses.

She watched as they poked and prodded and worked tirelessly to keep him conscious. There was an undeniable tension in the air, stretched so thin it could snap at any moment.

The strained atmosphere of the room didn’t come from the doctors – it came from the nurses. Sienna knew how much Danny meant to his coworkers. He was always the first to resolve conflict and make people feel at ease.

They were tight knit; losing Danny would be a crushing blow.

“Please, Jackie, tell me what’s happening,” she said between panicky breaths, unable to contain her anxiety. “I need to know.”

“We’re trying to stabilize him… but we’re not sure what’s causing him to go into shock in the first place,” Jackie said, brows furrowed.

Three long, painful minutes later, his heart rate returned to normal, his whole body in a feverish sweat.

“That took a lot out of him,” Sienna whispered, watching a nurse press a damp, cool cloth to his forehead and neck.

“You know we have to get rid of your bag, right? It’s contaminated,” Jackie grimaced, motioning to the nurse that was zipping it into a sealed bag, about to throw it away.

“No, you can’t – I didn’t even get to finish reading Ninradell to him last night,” Sienna pleaded, rushing forward to the nurse.

“You can’t take it out of this room,” Ethan shook his head, his statement dismissive, but his tone of voice sympathetic.

“Can I at least finish reading it to him? I promise I’ll dispose of it properly. I just… I need some more time with him.”

“I don’t think –” “I’ll stay with her,” Jackie nodded, holding Ethan’s gaze. “Don’t worry, I’ll page you if anything happens.”

With one firm tilt of his chin, he left the room, presumably towards Spencer and Rafael.

“We think he can hear what’s going on around him, so it’s actually a great idea to read to him,” Jackie said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “It might help pull him through this.”

Jackie grabbed the bag from the nurse wordlessly, handing it back to Sienna. “You can take a break,” she said to the group of nurses anxiously huddled next to Danny. “We’ll watch over him.”

One of them started sealing the box, but Sienna stopped them with a frantic “Wait.”

“Keep it open. I’ll seal it later,” Jackie ordered gently.

She slipped into the seat next to him, holding firmly onto the edge of the glass.

Jackie must’ve noticed she was debating whether or not she should touch him, so she confirmed it for her. “You can touch him. Don’t be afraid.”

“But I am,” she said, voice cracking, tears threatening to spill. It was tiresome how much she’d cried over the past twelve hours.

She was thankful he’d held on for that long, but she had no idea when it was coming. From his steadily declining health as well as appearance, it was inevitable.

“I’m so scared,” Sienna whispered, refusing to look at her, eyes trained on the rise and fall of his chest.

“You have every right to be, babe. I’m so sorry,” Jackie said, striding over to rest an arm around her shoulders.

“I… told him I needed more time to be me, you know? I needed to figure out more about me because with Wayne and with surviving last year and the stuff with Spencer and Mrs. Martinez and – and –” she cut herself off, trying to regain her composure.

“You lost sight of who you were.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it. Everything I thought I knew was thrown out the window and it’s like I haven’t even had time to recover,” she said, her voice still wavering.

“I did the same thing last year. But you can’t beat yourself up about it. You never in a million years would’ve guessed that this could happen.”

Sienna took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to unravel the tight coil in her chest. “But he was the only thing making coming to work worth it. I like him a lot and I just… told him to wait.”

“If he had a problem with that, he would’ve moved on.”

She glanced up, met with Jackie’s soft expression, sympathetic and kind – so much different than the tough exterior she was used to. “Don’t blame yourself, Sienna. It’ll break you.”

She knew she was right, but the nagging voice at the back of her mind wouldn’t allow her to let it go. 

She cracked the book open, flipping to the last page she’d read from, about two-thirds into it. But before she could start reading, Danny stirred.

His hand twitched, his fingers flexing like he was grabbing for something. Without a second thought she grasped his hand between her glove-clad palms, the book clamoring onto the ground.

“Sienna…” he whispered, trying to open his eyes, but they fluttered shut, like a weight pulling at his lashes.

She wanted desperately to see his bright eyes again, to hear him to reassure her that it’d all work out. That she’d be okay. That he’d be okay.

“Hey, I’m here,” she said, lightly squeezing her hand.

He moaned, presumably in pain, wiggling like he couldn’t stay still.

“How bad is your pain on a scale 1-10? I’m gonna count up and you squeeze my hand to stop me, alright?”

He gave a weak tilt of his chin, a single nod the only thing he could muster.

She began counting. “One… two… three…”

Nothing.

She kept counting, feeling a weak squeeze when she said “Nine.”

“I’ve never felt this bad before,” he whispered, Sienna having to lean in to hear him.

“Danny, if it’s a ten, you need to tell me,” she chewed the inside of her lip, already racking her brain for the best pain medicine that wouldn’t react with the mystery poison.

“It’s not at a ten…” He stirred, wincing, managing a weak smile. “Because you’re here with me.”

He sighed, like it took a lot out of him to say two sentences.

“That was so sweet,” she said, glancing up at Jackie, knowing her haunted expression would ruin the moment if she let him see it.

Jackie looked equally as upset, her jaw set, fists clenched at her side.

“Stop it, Dr. Varma… you’ve done –” he took another deep, shuddering breath. “You’ve done so much for me already.”

“So have you. You’re a trooper,” Jackie nodded, looking up at the ceiling. Sienna couldn’t tell if she was trying to hold back tears or keep herself from thinking about it. “Thanks for holding out for us, Danny.”

“I don’t know how much longer I can, though,” he said, gripping Sienna’s hand, opening his eyes unexpectedly.

She shook her head, holding his hand to her chest. “No, don’t think like that. You can hold on for a while longer. I believe in you.”

“Sienna… You’re my favorite person,” he breathed, looking up at her with a spark of life in his eyes, a contrast from the gaunt look of his face. His dark circles gave the allusion that his eyes were sunken in, a skeleton of who he was less than 24 hours ago.

It scared the hell out of her how quickly he changed – and how content he looked with slipping away.

“You have to let them test on me,” he squeezed her hand. “It’ll help.”

“No, you’re gonna be fine –”

“It’s okay,” he reassured her, a soft smile adorning his lips, pale and cracked. “You’ll be okay.”

He craned his neck, trying to hold his head up. Sienna slipped her hand underneath the nape of his neck, supporting him. He tilted his head forward, lightly pressing his damp forehead against her hazmat suit.

She leaned forward, pressing hers against the loose protective fabric, feeling the warmth of his skin through it. 

“You can’t go, I – your family hasn’t even gotten to visit you –” She choked, the warm tears dotting the thick plastic screen, streaking down to fall farther into her suit.

“They couldn’t get here in time,” he said, matter-of-factly.

They sat there like that for a while. Her concept of time was thrown out the window as soon as she got the initial page, so it could’ve been ten seconds or ten minutes.

“Thank you for reading to me.”

She laughed, sniffling. “We spent all night talking about Ninradell, so it was only fitting I stayed up all night to read it to you.”

Another little while passed. Talking took so much out of him, that he had to take a few breaks between his speech so he wouldn’t pass out from exhaustion. “Don’t blame yourself,” he said, cutting through the silence. “You couldn’t have stopped this.”

She stared at her hands, clasped around his own, drained of color. He’d closed his eyes, so thankfully he couldn’t see her pained expression.

“I know. I can’t help but feel responsible for everything, even when it’s out of my control… I’m so sorry,” she said, voice breaking for the millionth time. She could barely form words without choking on them.

She cursed herself for not being stronger. Overwhelming emotion was enough to render her speechless, meanwhile Danny was pushing through searing pain in order to leave her with words she’d carry with her forever.

He’d mustered his last bit of energy to tell her to be kind to herself.

The machine behind him beeped. His heart rate had slowed to a crawl, and he was gone before Jackie could spring to action.

And when his hand went limp in between her palms, she let out an inhuman wail that no one, not even Spencer, had heard before.

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tags: @saintniceguy ; @part-of-the-circus ; @vandalasal ; @dudebro-lahela ; @averysheart-raleighsdick ; @cptnvers ; @bringing-back-socks-with-sandals ; @la-huerta ; @ironysyndrome ; @anotordinarygoldfish ; @pumpkinbutt ; @browneyedmissy ; @soo-empty ; @anonymous2094 ; @lumpyspaceprincessismybitch ; @lady-stirling ; @papinaveensbitch ; @writinghereandthere ; @unusualvisionsblog ; @beccadavenport ; @messofakind ; @violinet ; @serafinedupont ; @raleiighcarrera ; @pixeljazzy ; @pixelsandkink ; @altairadtaz

[elareine]

Fic Masterpost

For a masterpost of my tumblr ficlets, see here.

Note: I’ve added fics with multiple pairings to every relevant category.

Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Secret Witness (34k, ao3) CSI except with ghosts. WIP. 

A Hope Like You (12k, ao3) A/b/o with single dad Jason and identity porn. WIP. 

Silver and shadow and vision of things not seen (8k, ao3) WW2 and post-WW2 urban fantasy noir. WIP.

Turn yourself toward home (4k, ao3) Retired pirate seeks retired navy officer.

The space between us (8k, ao3) Mr. & Mrs. Smith in space.

Hold me (like you held on to life) (6k, ao3) Vampire sex to spite the parents.

If I know you (4k, ao3) Annoyed witch cares for sleeping prince.

Lifelong learning (5k, ao3) College, but it’s not an AU.

safe with me (14k, ao3) Figuring out intimacy, with a dash of d/s.

Ornamental (2k, ao3)  Christmas party butt plug fun.

Far away (1k, ao3 I tumblr) + So close (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Tim’s in space and then he’s not.

Like no other pain (2k, ao3) Soulmates, but Tim makes it angsty. 

If I had a type (then baby it would be you) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) One-night stand with surprise bondmark.  

The Sacredness of Tears (13k, ao3)  Tim gets the ability to travel through time, but somehow that’s not the main story. 

The Reluctant Brides (13k, ao3) Genderbent regency.

Adamare (9k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) Harry Potter AU. 

What demons they carry (5k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14) Outsider POV of demon!Tim.

Shelter (19k, ao3) Royalty arranged marriage. 

glaukopis, promachos, atrytone (4k, ao3 I tumblr:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) A god and his reincarnated lover.

Not the hurricane (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Soft handjobs. 

Night falling softly and without mercy (4k, ao3 I tumblr) When you want to marry your bodyguard but are pretty sure he means to kill you. 

Reasons to be jealous (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Unfounded jealousy crack. Side DickDami.

Just a fool for you (6k, ao3 I tumblr) The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part two of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool’s game (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Outsider POV of The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part one of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool to believe (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Epistolary companion to The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part three of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

Blood will tell (9k, ao3) October Daye AU. 

So easy to begin (4k, ao3) Dealin’ with fear toxin and trauma, a/b/o-style. 

Somebody ring the alarm (2k, ao3) Strangers flirting while undercover.

To love and to honour (6k, ao3) Five anniversaries and a wedding. 

A question of trust (3k, ao3) Jason hides an injury.

The Wedding Job (3k, ao3) Leverage-style heist.

One day the slipper fits (2k, ao3) The perils of not-dating. 

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd 

clock ticking (sudden silence) (7k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s soulmate timer is an asshole. 

The stars gaze back (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Stardust AU with more swearing.

In the Shallows (20k, ao3) Celebrity ‘She Loves Me’ AU.

I dream of our story (our fairytale) (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Epilogue to In the Shallows. 

A revolution is a simple thing (6k, ao3) Anastasia AU.

Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

Soft, sweet (and never too much) (2k, ao3) Sweet and kinky PWP.

Don't make me close one more door (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Bodyguard AU. Dami goes undercover and develops feelings. 

Misperceptions (6k, ao3 I tumblr) DamiDick-centric compaion to Reasons to be jealous.

Damian Wayne/Tim Drake

These stars will guide us home (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Developing feelings while being far apart.

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. DamiTim, Joyfire+Dick.

That sacred bond (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Fake marriage for the aliens.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Winners get road rash with @scootboot97​ (3k, ao3 I tumblr) College AU dorks and oral. 

Of wizards and black knights (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cyberpunk damsel in not-so-much distress. 

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Wonder (2k, ao3) Officer Grayson partners up with Batman.

All that's dead and gone and passed tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Hunger Games AU. 

Tim Drake/Conner Kent

Met a boy (cute as can be) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Summer romance.

Snow comes down in June (2k, ao3 I tumblr) College dumbasses try to stay friends.

Jason Todd/Damian Wayne

That word on your skin (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Getting the same tattoo is one way to ask for a date.

warmth, shared (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s feeling old and gets cuddles on a mountain.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper/Tim Drake

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Considering fatherhood and marriage. 

Turning point (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cuddles against nightmares, with a surprise ghost.

Other ships (DC)

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. Joyfire+Dick, DamiTim. 

The wonderful everyday (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Flirting in an Ikea. Joyfire.

Down, down (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Prince visits tentacled sea witch. Superbat.

Would make me whole (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Angsty jerk-off session. JayRoyDick.

Promises (whispered, shouted) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries in the desert with not much hope. JonDami.

Won't you die tonight for love (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Vampire marriage surprisingly includes a third person. DamiJayTim.

You still look like a movie (2k, ao3 I tumblr) High school teachers pine. DickWally, side JayTim.

Spellbound (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Morning after marred by worry about a love potion. Trinity.

Through the night (we'll make it) (2k, ao3 I tumblr) H/C vignettes. Robinpile.

Gen (DC) 

rewind, fast forward, stop (3k, ao3 I tumblr)  Deaged Jason angst. Jason, batfamily.

In silence (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s telepathy doesn’t help him with Bruce. Jason, Bruce.

A soft place to land (2k, ao3) Trying to get Bruce to retire. Jason, Dick, batfamily.

touched your head gently (felt my heart melt) (7k, ao3) Movie-verse Floyd as a father through the years. Floyd, Zoe, squad. 

Will someone tell me what's going on tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s OC boyfriend is an asshole, Wally offers comfort. Dick/OC (past), Bruce, Wally

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Considering fatherhood and marriage. Duke-centric, side JayRoyTim.

Hockey RPF

Sometimes I lie (4k, ao3) An FBI agent and his informant. SidGeno.

Finding Surety  (13k, ao3) Fake Dating. Marner/Matthews.  

Do you know (I still miss you) (6k, ao3) Getting back together with a little help from your friends. Eichel/McDavid. (Part two of ‘Read all about it’)

The name that history wrote (8k, ao3) Harry Potter AU, triwizard tournament. Eichel/McDavid.

the whole world's out of sync (9k, ao3) 13 going on 30 AU. SidGeno.

stellar nucleosynthesis (13k, ao3) Magical realism and truth spells. Danny/Claude.

But you were always on my mind (7k, ao3) Soulmarks complicated by dyslexia.

Feather (9k, ao3) Crimean war magical realism AU. SidGeno.

Other fandoms

starts with truth (MCU, 8k, ao3) If Steve talked to Tony and Pepper earlier about the winter soldier. SteveTonyPepper.

someday my prince will come (X-Men Movies, 7k, ao3) Erik deals with an enchanted forest. Cherik.

Nothing easy worth doing (Power Rangers, 2k, ao3) Superheroing while autistic - pros and cons. 

Shoot me down (Star Wars, 12k, ao3) Kier survives. Everything else still happens. LeiaKierHan.

Ask his mind (ask his heart) (Star Wars, 2k, ao3)  Anakin gets dosed with sex pollen. ObiKin. 

A Woman is Herself (Lady Sherlock, 7k, ao3) Joanna Watson character study. JoannaJohn. 

Will it burn forever (this light) (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, 11k, ao3) Love spell adventures. ArthurTristan. (There’s a podcast!)

Someday soon (Arashi RPF, 1k, ao3) A glance into the future. Ohmiya. 

With fates to come (D.Gray-man, 1k, ao3) Tikki is Cassandra. TikkiAllen.

Dedication with @magoril​ (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Theseus fixes things for his brother. TinaNewt. 

Shiny things (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Percival gets a service Niffler. Gen. 

[dweemeister]

The Princess and the Pirate (1944)

Bob Hope’s mastery of quickfire one-liners and self-deprecation endeared him to American audiences listening to him over the radio or watching him in films. Those skills made him the ideal Academy Awards host (Hope still has the record hosting the most ceremonies) and frequent entertainer for the United Service Organizations (USO). By the 1940s as a contracted actor to Paramount, Hope starred in the Road to... musical comedy series with Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour. Their comedic chemistry made the films runaway hits. Road to Morocco (1942) represented the series pinnacle, but Paramount wanted to move on – loaning Hope out to Samuel Goldwyn Productions (at this time affiliated with RKO Radio Pictures as distributor) for two films in exchange for Gary Cooper’s services to make For Whom the Bell Tolls (1943).

The first Bob Hope movie with Goldwyn, They Got Me Covered (1943), made little impression. For the second film, Goldwyn lavished an A-picture budget for Hope, Virginia Mayo (an unofficial member of the Goldwyn Girls), and director David Butler. As a detour from the Road to... series, The Princess and the Pirate is filled with fourth wall-breaking references that make it impossible to recommend for anyone who has never seen a Bob Hope movie from this era. With that qualifier in mind, The Princess and the Pirate is an offbeat comedy that Hope’s fans and admirers will enjoy, though it is certainly not his finest work in motion pictures.

We open with the title screens describing a ruthless pirate named Hook. Immediately, Bob Hope breaks the fourth wall to tell the audience: “That’s not me folks, I come on later. I play a coward!” Hook (Victor McLaglen), who – shockingly – has a hook hand, has just buried a valuable treasure on a desert island when he orders an attack on a naval ship. With his buccaneers of the Avenger swindling the booty, Hook’s crew also kidnap the Princess Margaret (Mayo), who has run away from home in defiance of her father, the King (Robert Warwick), as she wanted to marry a commoner. Hook’s crew also accosts an actor, Sylvester the Great (Hope), who sleeps in the cabin across from the Princess. Sylvester escapes abduction by disguising himself as a gypsy. The Avenger’s eccentric tattooist, Featherhead (Walter Brennan), finds the disguised Sylvester attractive. Featherhead helps Sylvester and Princess Margaret escape, directing them to see find his cousin somewhere on the pirate cove named Casarouge.

Also featured in The Princess and the Pirate are the Governor of Casarouge, La Roche (Walter Slezak); Hook’s first mate, Pedro (Marc Lawrence); Hugo Haas as an ethically challenged barkeep; and a film-ending cameo that makes a ruffled Hope exclaim that this will be the last picture he makes for Goldwyn (it was).

In these days where memories of Bob Hope’s radio and USO work are waning, his wise-guy humor might not be as funny to some viewers. Without question, his comedic timing and delivery is as refined as anyone’s. Director David Butler even admitted that Hope himself did not need much direction with the screenplay by Everett Freeman (1942’s George Washington Slept Here, 1951’s Jim Thorpe – All-American); Don Hartman (1935’s The Gay Deception, Road to Morocco); and Melville Shavelson (1958’s Houseboat, 1959’s The Five Pennies. But Hope’s signature jokes about one’s own shortcomings and metatextual jabs over the ways the Hollywood Studio System worked are not sustainable for a feature film unless there is support from elsewhere in the movie.

The Princess and the Pirate does not have the broad humor one sees in the Road to… series. Instead, the film’s comedy – which still possesses Hope’s comedic hallmarks – is interwoven into the plot. On another level, The Princess and the Pirate is a swashbuckler parody that provide its supporting characters (namely, the antagonists) with more antics and jokes than the typical Bob Hope comedy. The swashbuckler genre was overdue for a parody by this point, as the genre had been popular since the silent era – The Crimson Pirate (1952) and The Court Jester (1955) would come later. As Hook, Victor McLaglen’s energetic performance – his threats to slit Sylvester’s gizzard or gullet enliven the intentionally hackneyed writing – is a joy to watch. McLaglen, a character actor often found in gritty, hypermasculine roles, looks like he is having the time of his life in this film. So too is an unhinged Walter Brennan, who had the distinction (fortunate or unfortunate depending on how one views it) of looking much older than he was. Brennan’s tattooist must have been the film censors’ worst nightmare – a slightly queer and lusty pirate. And in a role where he is more than just an old Western coot playing alongside a John Wayne or Gary Cooper, he gets to be more cartoonish than in any other performance I’ve seen him in. For The Princess and the Pirate, McLaglen and Brennan’s complement those of Hope and Mayo’s.

For Mayo, The Princess and the Pirate was her first starring role. Though she participated in singing classes with the Goldwyn Girls, Mayo herself never joined the company. Yet, she was a breakthrough star in her own right. As the film’s no-nonsense, strait-laced foil to Hope, Mayo plays off Hope’s comedic chops, but her character resists Sylvester’s raised eyebrows and naughty suggestions. That Hope and Mayo have no romantic spark subverts swashbuckler tropes, as the dynamic between their characters can best be described as friendly bickering. In Princess Margaret’s exasperation as pirates board their ship, their comedic dynamic sets the tone for the rest of the film:

PRINCESS MARGARET: Why don’t you die like a man? SYLVESTER: Because I’d rather live like a woman!

Costume designer Mary Grant (1957’s Sweet Smell of Success) gowns see Mayo go through various wardrobe changes – just how many dresses does she have on her person? – in the film’s splendid Technicolor. The remarkable production design by Ernst Fegté (1943’s Five Graves to Cairo, 1950’s Destination Moon) and Howard Bristol (1940’s Rebecca, 1959’s Anatomy of a Murder) not only encompasses the ships, but the Casarouge exteriors and La Roche’s palatial residence. The Casarouge art direction – ramshackle wooden buildings, portside materials strewn haphazardly across the docks – help make it believable as a sleazy den of inebriated, trigger-happy scalawags. As the final act transitions to La Roche’s governor’s mansion with its high ceilings, ornate furniture, and gleaming floors, the sets look like they came from some lavish musical. Despite some indifferent camerawork (as one often finds in comedies), The Princess and the Pirate’s backgrounds are always fascinating to look at. Filled with so much detail, the film almost escapes the restrictions of the soundstage that almost all of it was shot in.

According to Hope, he enjoyed making The Princess and the Pirate and his character’s ability to don various costumes to evade the villains (which reminded him of his vaudeville beginnings). But Hope’s loan to Samuel Goldwyn had expired – actors and actresses in the Old Hollywood Studio System had little leverage to oppose loan deals written up by studio executives – and he was ready to return to Paramount. With World War II raging in two theaters, he would continue to entertain American troops on various USO tours. Virginia Mayo remained with Goldwyn until 1949. With her ascension to being a leading actress, she starred in a handful of comedies opposite Danny Kaye and was cast against type in her brilliant performance for William Wyler’s The Best Years of Our Lives (1946).

Though The Princess and the Pirate might not be the most memorable (or funniest) film its two leads starred in, it is a welcome swashbuckling comedy that defies the swashbuckling stereotypes that one comes to expect. Entertaining though it is, several references are rooted in an assumption that one knows about Bob Hope’s filmography, Samuel Goldwyn’s reputation, and other period-specific media. Feeling more like an animated short film stretched longer than it should, the movie should only be seen by those who have an interest in the cast and crew involved with the production.

My rating: 7/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. Half-points are always rounded down. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL).

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

[mkarchin713]

Things where going so great for Jonathan, his skin was clear, his crops where watered and he just had the best sex of his life with a giant flaming haired stud muffin with a sword that sent people to a nightmare dimension. Sure he couldn’t see what the swords victims where going through but damn, that man was so hot it didn't matter. 

And now he had gone and ruined it. 

How was he supposed to know Gotham Academy was having a field trip at the very place he just set off his newest batch of fear gas. Fred would put the fear of god in him if anything happened to Danny and not in the fun way. 

So here he was rushing around the museum, not having a chance to stop and enjoy his victims delicious fear, trying to find Danny before something bad happened to him. 

....

Jonathan was not expecting this. Perhaps he should have considering Danny was related to Fred. He had found Danny and he seemed to be ... unharmed ... but certainly not okay. 

The kid was high as a kite and cuddling the youngest Wayne Brat he still had bite marks from the last time he tried kidnapping the little demon.  Danny’s pupils where the size of dinner plates and he was giggling and snuggling the little monster his classmate who was desperately trying to escape Danny’s bear hug. 

Jonathan would have thought this was the cutest thing ever (next to Fred of course) if not for the fact his boyfriends kid was trippin’ balls and it was all his fault. 

It was his fault right? He highly doubted Danny had gone to school high he hoped, so most likely Danny was having a weird reaction to the fear gas, as was the Wayne kid now that he thought about it.  While the youngest Wayne was definitely out of it he wasn't acting afraid, animalistic yes, but not afraid. And the longer Danny held his classmate captive the calmer the brat seemed to get. Looking around it seemed everyone was less fearful than the people he had passed on the way in, in fact the closer they where to Danny the less afraid they acted. 

No! No, Jonathan, you cannot  conducted experiments on your hopefully future step-son. You want the kid to like you remember. Happy Danny = Happy Daddy = Happy sexy time. 

Oh god how was he going to explain this to Fred without losing him forever, he knew the other rogues where biting at his heals for a chance to get at Fred, he saw Two-Face and that Malone guy sniffing around, he was not going to lose the best thing that has happened to him in years because he accidently dosed Danny. 

Hide him, yes that was it he could hide Danny until he came down from his fear gas high and then bribe the hell out of the kid so he wouldn't tell Fred. He was a genius, even if Gotham University tried to take away his doctorate, they didn't know true genius if it -Stop it Jonathan you have a goal, you can gas the school board later, right now you got to hide Danny, and the Wayne brat too, there was no way he was getting Danny to let go of his classmate without a crowbar and unlike Joker he didn't carry one of those around. 

Oh, Fuck Batman just showed up, and he’s in papa bear mode, he always is when the Wayne’s where involved, no wonder if those rumors about him being Wayne’s sugar daddy where any indication. 

Wait a second - maybe he could use this to his advantage, one step-parent to the other, if he spun this the right way before Batman beat the crap out of him, maybe they both could get in good with their lovers.  

.....

Batman was not willing to help, he was now in Arkham, and he didn’t even have a chance to explain what happened to Fred. That was it, his love life was over, his dreams of skipping through a wasteland of fear with Fred by his side where never going to come true now. They where going to get a cat, and name them Phobos, or Mr. Murder Mittens, which ever fit, and have an amazing old gay queen lifestyle and sow terror into the hearts of their enemies, and now it was never going to happen and it was all his fault. 

....

Jonathan couldn’t believe Fred was here, in Arkham, in the visitors center. Fred had taken the time to come to Arkham just to see him. Jonathan was so happy to see Fred, even if Fred was just hear to officially break his hear into a thousand pieces and ream him out not in the fun way for what happened to Danny. 

....

Fred forgave him

Fred Forgave Him. 

Never in Jonathan’s wildest dreams did he think Fred would forgive him. Fred knew Jonathan wasn't trying to hurt Danny and other than a slight hangover Danny was fine, better even, Danny needed more fear in his diet anyway what ever that meant. 

Fred was interested in his new strain of fear gas. He had relatives that would be affected the same way Danny was and thought it could be marketed as a recreational drug in his homeland. Fred wanted to try some himself when Jonathan got out.

Jonathan couldn’t believe it, just when he thought Fred couldn’t be more perfect, he does something like this. Fred WANTED to try his fear gas strains, he wanted to try his older strains and future strains. Fred didn’t think he was a monster, Fred accepted his obsession with fear, Fred encouraged his research and wanted to help him explore new horizons of fear. 

It was then Jonathan decided, the second he broke out of Arkham he was stealing the biggest diamond he could find and proposing, they could have a fall wedding, right in time for Halloween. oh they could have Nightmare be the flower girl and Danny would be the best man. Jonathan needed to find a maid of honor, and a officiator. oh he had some many things to plan and so little time. 

but first things first, he had an asylum to break out of.  

...

TLDR: Scarecrow accidently gases Danny with fear toxin. luckily ghosts react to fear toxin like a cat would catnip, and absorbing ambient fear is good for baby ghosts like Danny. now that Scarecrow has stopped panicking about how Fred will react he is planning their wedding. 

Damian's new classmate was what most people would deem as strange, Damian however could not see him as anything other than suspicious. Daniel Knight had joined in the midst of the school year, claiming to have moved here with his father Fredric Knight (first area of suspicion, a parent willingly moving both them and their child to Gotham) for a new start following his fathers divorce. The boy was reclusive when not spoken to directly, however he would not stop talking when a topic of his interest would come up. After searching further into his past (as he does with all his classmates) Damian found a relatively normal past, the only outstanding things being a noticeable drop in grades at the beginnings of freshman year relating to an undisclosed accident resulting in lichtenberg scarring starting from Daniels palm, and presumably up his arm being hidden by his sleeve. Apparently this accident left Daniel with irregular tremors and, every once in a blue moon, seizures. Damian had thought about taking this suspicious blockage of information to Tim or the Bat Computer to be bypassed, however the idea of sharing Daniel this cases existence with the rest of his family for some unexplained reason bothered him greatly, so Damian has come to the decision to figure out Knight’s true intentions on his own.

Meanwhile Danny’s just trying to live his new, semi-normal life in peace. After a reveal gone wrong results in some good old vivisection, Jazz Sam and Tucker recruit the help of Clockwork to find Danny a new home, where he can heal from both the physical and mental wounds. Clockwork ends up dumping Danny into the DC universe alongside Fright Knight, who was insistent on going with him, feeling responsible in helping to protect his young prince now since he feels he failed the first time. So with a bit of spacetime razzle dazzle, Tucker messing with stuff he probably shouldn't have messed with and a very tearful goodbye with promises to check in every day, Danny goes off to start his new life as Daniel Knight. It was going ok so far, he took half the year to himself, focusing on healing. Also so Frighty could adjust to the whole pretending to be human thing. Danny doesn't have any friends yet, and to be honest hasn't made the effort to make any (Jazz would be disappointed if she knew that), but there's this one boy in Danny's class who might be even weirder than him. Danny can feel Damian's eyes on him, knows how he follows him around without a sound (Danny really shouldn't be able to tell, he only knows because he isn't fully human(and in a weird way, Danny thinks that's kinda cool)), and whenever they do make eye contact Danny can see and feel the boy fluster and shy away.

Maybe he just needs a friend too.

[pckarchives]

beneath the cut , you’ll find a much shorter compilation of odd factoids about these characters. factoids that, as usual, i came up with at 4am. well. some of these things, i’ve known for a while, but some of them are new. 

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟏.     ›     alicia marie levesque boyd-whitley.

► medical issues ➔ none! even before the doctors got to her, she was a relatively healthy child. at worst, she had some seasonal bronchitis, but that only happened twice. ► knows far too much about ➔ parasites. she had to do a research project on them in her senior year and... yeah, no. fuck that. ► fears death via ➔ experimentation/surgery. no second guesses as to why. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ genuinely none.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟐.     ›     amari rose kent.

► medical issues ➔ also none! she’s never even gotten sick. she can get sick when she’s dead, but as long as she’s alive, people need her to be healthy. ► knows far too much about ➔ natural disasters! tsunamis, earthquakes, tornadoes, you name it, she can spout some odd facts about it. ► fears death via ➔ overdose. because she’s gotten close to overdose a few times, the idea freaks her out. it’s part of why she hasn’t been overly tempted to take any drugs since the separation. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ slimmer than she thinks. yeah, she can do bad things and will do bad things. but... no, she could never truly harm anyone innocent.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟑.     ›     camden wesley layton lahey.

► medical issues ➔ none. if he did have any in his youth, his dad never took him to the hospital to find out. ► knows far too much about ➔ dinosaurs. he wasn’t too interested in them as a kid, but he would talk to isaac about them when they were younger, so that the kid could focus on something other than their messy father. even when camden forgot everything else about his past life, he retained his strangely infinite knowledge about dinosaurs. ► fears death via ➔ explosions. that’s how he died the first time and even if he didn’t remember, it still freaks him out. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ none. he’s too good.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟒.     ›     charles gerard argent.

► medical issues ➔ in a future plot, he’ll lose his hearing. at the time of writing, he’s physically healthy. ► knows far too much about ➔ horror movies. he doesn’t even like horror movies, but he could talk about them for hours. ► fears death via ➔ his own hand. he knows that, in all likeliness, that’s how he’s going to die. but it does freak him out that the one thing he can’t overcome is himself. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ not... as nonexistent as he would like to believe. he could never go full villain, but if someone that he loved needed him to do something awful, then he could.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟓.     ›     cora vienna hale.

► medical issues ➔ none. ever since the darach thing, her immune system is slightly weaker than other werewolves’, but it’s not a huge concern. ► knows far too much about ➔ volcanoes. when she was traveling with deucalion, he would often drop her in a library with a bunch of books on geography and whatnot. and while she could have learned about pangea, she was much more fascinated by mounts kilimanjaro and vesuvius. as any well-adjusted twelve-year-old would be. ► fears death via ➔ sickness. she won’t say that it terrifies her, but it is... a little more obvious than she thinks. she gets the sniffles when winter comes around and starts bundling up. also has a very strong fear of losing her senses again, which has led to more panic attacks than she’ll ever talk about, thank you. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ not at all slim. above anything else, cora hale is a survivor. she doesn’t see “good” and “evil” so much as she sees “living” or “dying.” to be completely honest with you, if deucalion were to show up at her doorstep, she would follow him without a second thought, because she knows that’s where her survival is. she wouldn’t go against the pack, not even for him, but she wouldn’t try to play the good soldier, either. him aside, if you told cora to burn down beacon hills or slightly hurt the pack, she’d set fire to the whole goddamn world, so long as they were safe.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟕.     ›     derek alexander hale.

► medical issues ➔ none. ► knows far too much about ➔ zombie physiology. yes, he is, in fact, a zombie buff. the inaccuracy of zombie movies (looking at you, twd) just... baffles him. if a zombie is canonically decaying, then there is no way that the same zombie will be around in five years. yes, there will be remains, but there is literally no way that bitch will be walking around after all that time. so, by all means, the zombie apocalypse would be much more manageable after about five years. he has had this discussion with his students many times. ► fears death via ➔ fire. this does not need an explanation. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ honestly, virtually none. maybe at one point, there would have been some temptation, but as it is? yeah, no. he couldn’t imagine doing anything remotely evil, then going home and having to face his pack.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟖.     ›     dominic joseph kim.

► medical issues ➔ none. he’s suffered from alcohol poisoning before, but nothing chronic. ► knows far too much about ➔ demonic possession. this is something he’s always been interested in, because hello, demons.  ► fears death via ➔ drowning. there’s an interesting discussion to be had there, about fearing something so inherently tied to oneself, but... yeah. as an athletic swimmer whose master element is water, he’s had many nightmares about drowning. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ absolutely none. he doesn’t even like confrontation, he can’t hurt peoples’ feelings. he can’t be evil.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟎𝟗.     ›     elliot james aldridge.

► medical issues ➔ as a human, he had heart defects that, at the time, had not been named. his immune system was a mess and he had awful asthma, so he was always on the brink of death, until he did die. now, he’s a vampire, so he’s chilling. ► knows far too much about ➔ ancient gods and cult rituals. he started doing digging the second kali was resurrected. partially because he didn’t trust her, but mostly because he wanted to be able to provide comfort and insight if rohan ever needed it. ► fears death via ➔ wolf bite. admittedly, this didn’t really concern him until rohan almost died in his arms and he couldn’t save him. it’s not serious enough for him to side-eye any of the pack, but he... is more cautious when it comes to training than he used to be. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ not that “good” or “evil” are actual things, but he’s spent a very long time on the latter end of things, so... yeah, he could be evil. he’s not nearly as bad as he thinks he is, but he could be.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟎.     ›     erica juliet reyes.

► medical issues ➔ before the bite, she had epilepsy. ► knows far too much about ➔ medieval monarchies. knowing derek turned her into a history buff, she hates it here. ► fears death via ➔ you would think seizures, right? no, hunters. she loves allison and danny so much, trusts them both with her life. but if some unknown comes anywhere near her with a weapon, she’s ripping throats out. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ honestly? none. being evil is lame, grow up.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟏.     ›     fiona evelyn porter.

► medical issues ➔ i mean, she’s stupid, but physically healthy. ► knows far too much about ➔ historic epidemics and plagues. did she learn this so that she could better understand what kali and rohan lived through, and thus comfort them and reassure them that no such thing could ever happen again? yes! did she also learn so that she could figure out how to heal any terrifying sicknesses that came their way? also yes! ► fears death via ➔ being buried alive. again, something to be said about fearing your own element, but it is what it is. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ nonexistent, simple and plain.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟐.     ›     hayden louisa romero.

► medical issues ➔ lupus. fae usually have stronger immune systems, because they’re physically weak, but the human part of her doesn’t have the same advantage. she can usually hide any symptoms (i.e. rashes, joint pain, etc.) with glamour, but she really is... very weak. worse off, since her skin and wing removal. that’s partially why she sleeps so much? she can’t sleep nearly as long as other fae, but she also can’t stay awake as long as they can, either. not to get into the lore here, but when fae are nursing, they can go up to a decade without sleep, out of protectiveness for their young, even if that child is adopted. to make up for this time, fae usually sleep for months up to a year when their children are old enough to care for themselves. (which, due to enhanced senses and whatnot, most fair children are pretty independent before their tenth birthday.) so, upon taking in wayne, hayden’s body automatically went into protection mode and she just... didn’t sleep for three years. however, she is also half-human? so she could have maybe went two more years without sleeping before her body shut down completely. and she also can’t sleep as long as other fae, because her body needs human care and nutrients, which is why she only slept for three weeks, rather than the full six months she should have taken. but, as a result of the unpredictable sleep schedule she put her body on, she’s much more prone to sicknesses now. once again, she covers it all up with glamour, but her body hasn’t even healed from the surgeries she underwent.  notably, she would be... much better off with a faction. all fae can live for very long times,  if not forever, because they choose when to stop aging. that, she can still do. however, her biology isn’t as... strong, because she’s on her own. seelie and unseelie fae are eternal factions, because they have (what amounts to) families. hayden’s... on her own. her mother is seelie, even though she’s estranged from the fae world, which is how she can damn near overdose every night and still not miss a beat. but hayden has been officially exiled from that world, so she has to be incredibly careful about what goes into her body and who/what she comes into contact with. that’s part of why she’s so fearful when it comes to touch; you never know what someone else has, and even a passing cold can be detrimental to her. all of that, on top of a pre-existing medical condition? it’s gonna bite her in the ass sooner than later, but she is perfectly happy to pretend otherwise. ► knows far too much about ➔ monster origin. when she found out that fae were real, she wanted to know what else was, so she started reading up on every monster under the bed. she can now tell you exactly what’s real and what isn’t, where each myth comes from, what’s actually harmful and what just wants a hug, etc. ► fears death via ➔ being crushed to death. again... very fragile bones. you know those barbells at the gym? even a bare one is enough to completely crush her chest. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ high-ish. given everything listed above, you can see why her priority is herself. if the cost for living one more year is being considered “evil,” that’s a moral dilemma she’s willing to live with.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟑.     ›     judith wendy mayer.

► medical issues ➔ type one diabetes. she was born with it, discovered it when she was about three. does she do her best to stay healthy and properly fed, etc.? no! but she’s still alive, so take that, diabetis. ► knows far too much about ➔ marine biology! she has no interest in being a marine biologist, but she can babble about underwater animals until she’s blue in the face. even animals that are not so much underwater! i.e. coconut crabs. what the fuck is up with those, my dude. ► fears death via ➔ sugar imbalance. okay, okay, despite how bad she is about checking her sugar, it really does scare her sometimes? because sometimes, she gets very weak or dizzy or she drops, like, ten pounds in three days, and it freaks her out. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ extremely high. this will be explored in future plots, but despite what she believes, her alliance isn’t in good or evil, it’s... whatever it takes to be loved.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟒.     ›     kali kaira laghari.

► medical issues ➔ none. even when she was 100% human, she was insanely healthy. much like amari, she’s never even been sick. aside from, y’know, the plague. ► knows far too much about ➔ dialects and accents. because she’s been reborn in so many different places, she can immediately pick up on those minor twangs and slangs and tell you where a person is from. ► fears death via ➔ much like cora, she fears dying via sickness. when this actually starts happening to her, she’ll put on a brave face. but the only time she ever got sick, she died? so it freaks her out! ► chances of being “evil” ➔ also extremely high. make no mistake, kali is incredibly well-adjusted, given all that she’s been through. but after it all, she’s not quite as pure and morally just as she used to be. convince a girl that she’s a god then tear her apart in every way you can, and see what kind of god she becomes.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟓.     ›     kira fuyuko yukimura.

► medical issues ➔ none. this is honestly a result of hypochondriac parents, rather than kitsune biology or anything like that. she’d sneeze and her parents were on her ass. so now she’s the picture of health, if only because she has no choice. ► knows far too much about ➔ lost civilizations. upon learning that rohan, iliana and elliot were born in places that no longer exist, she grew interested in how much the world had changed? so she’s done a lot of research into worlds that have been lost, particularly so that she can talk to the vampires about their homes and know what they mean. ► fears death via ➔ something that she can’t see coming. and, though she would never say so, wolf bite. yeah, that whole battle of the beast thing... she is not over it. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ none, she’s too inherently good and is genuinely baffled at the thought of ever hurting anyone without reason.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟔.     ›     liam stephen dunbar.

► medical issues ➔ none. his mental issues are hard enough to deal with, thank you, he’ll keep his body in good shape. ► knows far too much about ➔ aerodynamics. once upon a time, he wanted to be an astronaut. his biological dad is one, so. but... yeah, fuck that. ► fears death via ➔ wolfsbane. he has no idea why no one else seems to worry about it ever, but it freaks him the hell out? now, is this a result of being trapped in a well full of the stuff at one point? yes. will he talk about it? no. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ nonexistent. he can be mean. he can be brutal. but he could never be evil.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟕.     ›     lydia charlene martin.

► medical issues ➔ none. honestly, if she ever had a take a sick day, she’s not sure beacon hills would survive. ► knows far too much about ➔ everything, but in particular, medicine. antidepressants, mood stabilizers, etc, and how to make those effective for the supernaturally-inclined. when jackson asked her to reproduce drugs that would work for him, she stayed up all night and day studying how the drugs were made and how she could replicate the effects for him. she figured it out incredibly fast, but she continues researching the subject, so that she can improve the drugs for him and provide any for anyone else who might need medicine but can’t take it. she’s also working on drugs that work as well as penicillin for the argents. ► fears death via ➔ not necessarily death via, but she does have a fear of being stalked. it’s happened to her before and it just terrifies her. she’s incredibly human and she’ll never be argent-strong, so if she’s ever cornered while she’s alone, she could be done for. and that’s a fear that sticks with her, even though she knows she’s almost always safe. anything else, she can live with. she doesn’t fear death. but she does fear being followed and helpless. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ extremely high. but where jude could be evil for love, lydia will be evil in love. you don’t even have to love her back. but if she loves you and the only way to keep you safe is to do awful things? then she’ll do those awful things and her conscience will be clear.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟖.     ›     scott lucas mccall.

► medical issues ➔ before the bite, he had chronic asthma and bronchitis. ► knows far too much about ➔ psychology! he’s always been interested in knowing how brains work, but he grew especially interested after joining the pack. they all have some form of ptsd, and after the night they met elliot and cora was visibly prepared to fight all of them for him, scott started researching it. he wants to be able to understand all of the pack and why they react to things the way that they do, so he got into psych! too late to major in it, but never too late to learn about it. ► fears death via ➔ asphyxiation, honestly. even if he can no longer die of an asthma attack, he still carries around his inhaler, because he is genuinely terrified of being unable to breathe. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ absolutely nonexistent.

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝟎𝟎𝟏𝟗.     ›     tatum coretta bellfleur.

► medical issues ➔ nothing in particular, but she does have a very weak immune system. winter baby who got sick literally the day after she was born, and her body never fully recovered from it. so now she catches every sniffle that comes around. would pretend otherwise, except amari does not let her get away with it. they always joke that amari never gets sick because tate is always sick. oddly enough, though, tatum can go a week without sleeping and be just fine, while amari gets a headache after one (1) night. ► knows far too much about ➔ classical music composition. despite singing at local bars and the like, she has no interest in music herself, but will hold full discussions with owen and amari over the art of composing a piano piece. ► fears death via ➔ starvation. this... also needs no explanation. she’s seen the depths of poverty, knows what it’s like to go without, and nothing scares her more than that. ► chances of being “evil” ➔ literally could not imagine. she’s a pacifist? doesn’t even hold malicious intent for those who hurt her? that said, tatum is extremely gullible. smart as heck, but so incredibly gullible. if peter hale asked her to work for him but never told her exactly what he was doing, then she would certainly go along with it, because she doesn’t realize what’s happening. but as long as she’s knowledgable of intentions, she balks at the idea of doing anything even slightly morally corrupt. do i bring this up because it might happen one day? ...maybe so. i’m bored and i’m considering it.

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Premier League: 10 things to look out for this weekend

The balance switches from Arsenal to Manchester City, Chelsea could take a characterizing gradation away from the carry and Jack Wilsheres chance to cranny on

1) Contrasting fortunes tilt equilibrium away from Arsenal

Given Chelseas rampaging structure at the opening of the counter, the first Premier League meeting between Pep Guardiola and Arsne Wenger finds hugely substantial, in particular for Manchester City who could find themselves 10 places off the claim gait should they suffer defeat at the Etihad. A week ago Arsenal might have started this race as favourites, but their 14 -game unbeaten stripe in the league came to an end in the midweek defeat at Goodison Park ,~ ATAGEND while City rectified their recent slump with a confident 2-0 win over Watford .~ ATAGEND Citys execution was enhanced by Raheem Sterlings return to the starting XI, who showed peeks of the sort of structure that illuminated up their sore start to the campaign by flitting into central post and surging the tempo. Arsenal meanwhile seem a little vulnerable; Shkodran Mustafis absence was exposed by Everton and Wenger will be without him again. All of a sudden “its by” City who have their tails up, before video games they can hardly to be lost. LO

Everton bare their teeth at last as Arsenal experience full force of Goodison Park

2) Blues can take characterizing stride from chasing pack

Crystal Palace have yet to feature in a scoreless pump this season and at least three goals have been scored in each of their past eight equals. With Chelsea coming to Selhurst Park on Saturday, more appear assured and the earliness of the kick-off makes a acquire for the the league captains would leave the chasing posse with batch of time to think about the widening gulf they need to connection as they wait for their turn to play. Fourth-placed City take on Arsenal in a competitor that guarantees at least one of the two sides will lose further dirt on Chelsea, while Liverpool face a knotty journey across Stanley Park to face Everton on Monday, where victory is still far from ensure. A Chelsea win in south London is by no means a formality, but if they prevail one cant assistance but feel it could be a defining moment in their season. BG

The Rumour Mill: Cesc Fbregas to leave Chelsea for China ?

Antonio Conte on Chelseas 10 th league win in a row.

3) Will Valencia blunt Baggies Brunt?

Youd have got long odds on this being a clash between the teams residence sixth and seventh in the counter when the fixture list came out, but thats the state of affairs as Manchester United travel to the Hawthorns to test themselves against the team immediately below them in league. While the slew of any West Brom striker scoring a hat-trick is impressive, Salomn Rondns three midweek aims were even more so since they are all ran via his head. Makeshift left-back Chris Brunt was the unlikely suppliers of two of them and Manchester Uniteds Antonio Valencia, “the mens” have the responsibility preserving him under wraps this weekend, will need to have his banters about him if he is to keep this unlikely inventive patrol from enhancing Albions even more unlikely honour as a free-scoring line-up. BG

Manchester United pair escape FA punishment for Palace incidents Manchester United eventually establish some clues of life under Mourinho

4) Eriksen must derive honors of assaulting licence

Spurs lack of pace and width got problems that will not be resolved this season. But at least Mauricio Pochettino have already been taken steps to mitigate the problem, switching to a back three and lightening the defensive onu on full-backs better moves forward than backwards and his only players likely to beat a gentleman on the outside. This adjustment might also liberate Christian Eriksen who, instead like Juan Mata, are not too good enough to justify his lack of physical qualities, while being plenty good enough to sometimes do some very good acts. Now that he is not expected to act as a winger, Eriksen is best placed to do them more often as he did against Hull in midweek but to hold on to his blot this season, to say nothing of next, he must find some uniformity. No longer does he have the apologize of an infelicitous formation. DH

Tottenham have been stuck in third gear this season, declares Danny Rose

5) All attentions on “the mens” in the middle

Craig Pawson has been appointed to officiate Saturdays match between Stoke City and Leicester and it will be intriguing to see how he rebounds back from Wednesday darkness fright reveal at Selhurst Park. It would be quite the understatement to say the official from south Yorkshire did not have one of his better competitions while refereeing Manchester Uniteds triumph over Crystal Palace. Marcos Rojo should have walked, Paul Pogba could have walked, Manchester United should have had a goal proscribed and been awarded fines and penalties, while one perfectly good aim Juan Mata did score was erroneously chalked off. It was, in short, a nightmare for Pawson and his assistants, whose collective feeling will not have been helped by the fact that their high profile corrects were broadcast live to a Tv audience. It was a accomplishment to forget and he will be hoping for an easier time at the bet3 65 Stadium. BG

Wayne Rooney and Craig Pawson discuss the finer spots of the game at Selhurst Park. Photograph: Adam Davy/ PA

6) Time for Wilshere to enjoy himself

Jack Wilshere has played tidily enough since signing for Bournemouth, enact, moving and all the rest of it, and has quickly become an integral part of the team. But if there is a review of Eddie Howes side, who host Southampton on Saturday, it is that they lack demon and invention, accurately the qualities that tagged Wilshere out as a special aptitude. So, having taken half a season to settle in, avoid harm and regain confidence, it is now time for him to become the next step and throw himself into those surges that did the dance looks a lot like an extension of his foot, taking perils, changing up belatedly in the box and generally enjoying himself. Premising he wants to get back to Arsenal, get back in with England and see the most of what hes went, hes going to have to. DH

AFC Bournemouth embark sought for brand-new stadium place for 2020 -2 1 season

7) Ramrez return would boost faltering Boro

The two teams either side of the thick black boundary go toe-to-toe on the back of wins in which they both carried three goals. Swansea Citys defensive debilities have been well-documented in this column in recent weeks, so it is to Middlesbrough we will turn our gape in the wake of their heaviest loss of the season, at home to Liverpool. While Swansea are unlikely to play with the type of severity that left Aitor Karanka so in awe of Liverpool, the Spaniard ought to be concerned by the manner in which his normally obdurate unit succumbed in the face of their antagonists pitiless onslaught. The lowest goalscorers in the Premier League, Boro have missed the cutting edge offered by their injured and sometimes infuriating midfielder Gastn Ramrez in consecutive overcomes where they have failed to score and their love will be hoping the Uruguayan is delivered fit to restore ahead of this key six-pointer. BG

West Broms Salomn Rondn drenches Swansea City with pate hat-trick

8) Watford a litmus test for Sunderland under Moyes

Are David Moyess backed the relegation certainties of the first two months of the season or the upwardly mobile battlers of November? This game could go some course to telling us. After triumphing three games out of four, Sunderland convincingly lost a six needle at Swansea last weekend ,~ ATAGEND but were only narrowly margined out by presidents Chelsea at the Stadium of Light on Wednesday. Their antagonists, Watford, are a well-oiled machine and strong in the middle of the ballpark. But they have also lost three of their last-place four pairs and conceded as numerous aims as their legions this weekend. If Sunderlands back four performance as well as they did at Chelsea and plow Troy Deeney with the same scrutiny as they did Diego Costa, the Black Cats might just get lucky. PM

Sunderland chief executive informs team have very limited January monies

Sunderland manager David Moyes during the course of its defeat to Chelsea. Picture: Lee Smith/ Reuters

9) Mallet must dispel home off-colors against Hull

West Ham have yet to notch back-to-back home league acquires at the often maligned London Stadium but following a fairly unimpressive midweek win against Burnley they will never have a better chance to lay the foundations of something resembling a fortress at their new residence. Hull City are the visitors this weekend and anything other than an unequivocal win over Mike Phelans team is likely to leave the natives detecting even more restless than has been customary in their new excavations. Following West Hams draw against Liverpool last week, Slaven Bilic said it was imperative that his squad acquire their next two activities and theyre already halfway there. Considering the rarity of flair in their grades and bad luck with traumata, it could be argued that Hull are actually over-achieving this season despite their lowly conference status .~ ATAGEND Should West Ham fail to beat them, the prospect of relegation for the Hammers would become considerably more real. BG

10) Will Everton refuse the irresistible?

Mersey Monday and the big question is whether Ronald Koeman can summon his dogs of war. The ferocity that drove Everton to an unexpected win over Arsenal on Tuesday was out of keeping with a recent anaemic scamper of shape and will be required again should the Blues hope to prevail over the Reds at Goodison Park. A derby is the ideal reason of course, but Everton will have to be focussed from minute one to protect themselves against Liverpools irresistible, bewildering criticize .~ ATAGEND Perhaps, as well as breaking up on-pitch pushes, Duncan Ferguson could find the time to give a Powerpoint session on the Toffees triumphant 1994 -9 5 Cup run as an aide-de-camp memoire. PM

Leighton Baines and Gareth Barry agree new Everton contracts

Pos Team P GD Pts 1 Chelsea 16 23 40 2 Liverpool 16 20 34 3 Arsenal 16 20 34 4 Man City 16 15 33 5 Tottenham Hotspur 16 16 30 6 Man Utd 16 5 27 7 West Brom 16 4 23 8 Everton 16 1 23 9 Southampton 16 -1 21 10 AFC Bournemouth 16 -3 21 11 Watford 16 -7 21 12 Stoke 16 -5 20 13 Burnley 16 -1 1 17 14 Leicester 16 -6 16 15 West Ham 16 -1 3 16 16 Crystal Palace 16 -3 15 17 Middlesbrough 16 -6 15 18 Swansea 16 -1 4 12 19 Hull 16 -2 1 12 20 Sunderland 16 -1 4 11

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DP x DC Prompt from this lil concept i made

Nasty burger Explosion happened, but clock work didn't interfere so Danny doesnt know about Dan, but the reason CW didnt interfer its bc theres no risk of Dan happening, why? cuz Vlad is actually smart in this one.

He doesnt try to actively control Danny, its not imperative or a poorly bad guy, he knows what he is doing, Danny is a grieving and guilty 14y/o, and Vlad is a manipulative grown up, he knows Danny is mentally weak rn, so he starts to work with that.

It starts simple, just being less of an asshole, showing he is also grieving, maybe just Maddie, but it is still griev, that makes Danny feel less lonely, he has an adult who understands what he is going throught, he doesnt have to deal with this alone and can relly on someone responsible, or at least thats how he feels.

Then Vlad starts being more helpfull, he is there when Danny has nightmares, he makes sure Danny eats and sleeps properly, when Danny starts school again he helps him with his homework and deals with the ghosts himself so Danny doesnt have to run himself ragged.

Danny is as happy as he can be in his situation, he finally feels safe, full and with way less stress and responsabilities, he starts trusting Vlad and is getting attached, he is getting to be a kid, more than he ever got to be even before the accident.

Now the actual manipulation, Vlad already has Danny's trust, so is time to use some clasical conditioning. So when Danny would instinctively look for Vlad's help, Vlad would use a positive reaction or stimuli (pat his head, tell him he did good in looking for help, prise him for being mature and reconicing he needs help, etc) and that would make Danny feel better about rellying in Vlad, Thats Conditioned Stimulus, and Danny's reaction is an unconditioned reaction.

Later then Vlad would start adding the "what i do for you card" thats victimization, if Danny doesnt feel comfortable with something Vlad wants him to do he could pull the "After i spend precious time i could use working helping you with homework this is how you thank me" or more likely "i would think that after helping you you would be more grateful, i guess i was wrong" cuz he is a classy bitch.

That makes Danny feel guilty and sucumb into doing what Vlad ask of him, then Vlad would thank him, or prise him or say he is proud of him (positive reinforcement [operational conditioning]) this causing a now conditioned response, feeling happy that he made Vlad proud.

Slowly but efective, Vlad gets Danny to do what he wants willingly and without much fuss, and what does Vlad want? a heir, a part of Maddie that now is his too, to hold the "Danny's Father" rol over Jack's and Danny's pure ectoplasm, now he can have unlimited access to Danny's plasm with Danny's "concent" Vlad harvest Danny's pure ectoplasm, be that for him, for new weapons, experiments, morbidity or power play.

Now lets get fast foward, its been months, maybe even years, Danny is Vlad's heir and he's aiming for a business and management degrees to be helpful in Vladco, he is the proper heir Vlad always wanted, he is grateful of Vlad's administrations, he is involved in Vladco's buisnes, he is well manered and its making conections, he is perfect!

Danny may feel uncomfortable arounud Vlad, but its not his fault, danny is just ungrateful, Vlad's been doing everything he can for Danny, so he shouldn't feel like this right? it doesnt matter that he feels sick and weak everytime Vlad drains his ectoplasm, Vlad needs it! how could he not let him? it doesnt matter that he feels gross everytime Vlads bites him when he doesnt feel like just getting to the lab to do it, or that he cant handle looking at himself in the mirror be cause all the marks makes him want to throw up, it doesn matter that it feels wrong, is the least he could do after all! So what would happen if in a galla where the Waynes are present (maybe its a charity thing, or maybe they are the host) one of the batkids sees a weird interaction between the two of them, like Vlad whispering somethin gin Danny's ear that makes him look uncomfortable but stills follows Vlad away into a secluded area (an empty hall, privated room, restroom, whatever) and when they see them back Danny looks pale, disoriented and not ok at all, like yeah, he is standing and smiling, but if you look closely you'll notice how he is holding himself diferently, grabbing his arm in an almost protective way, dissociating every now and then, maybe trying to supporting himself in a discreet way against anything thats close by.

It doesnt look good, but they dont know what happend, they dont have prove of anything and it doesnt seem to be something that can harm others inmediatly, so they keep an eye on it.

DP x DC Idea 2

So, i was watching some naruto edits on tiktok and one was about Karin, and that got me thinking, what if Danny can use his ectoplasm as a healing agent? and (with an angsty note) what if Vlad tries to take advantage of that?

Basically, ectoplasm its what ghost are made of, they use it to exist, to heal, to atack, etc, so if a ghost is inujred they would heal fasther in the zone or in high ambient ectoplasm places

-Cut cuz this got longer than i though, sorry for the yapping-

So, lets give it a bit of actual sense, lets say that Ectoplasms its naturally an ambient agent in areas where the veil is thiner or maybe theres more death energy (cementeries, mortuaries, hospitals, high murder rates places, etc) and Amity Park its a pretty thick with ectoplasm thanks to the portal, so ghost can absorb that ectoplasm the same way we do with sunlight and vitamin C.

Now, the Realms its made of ectoplams, Amity only has ectoplams, it also has other elements and such, so its not as pure as the realms and the healing wont be as fast as being close to the portal or in the zone, BUT, Ghost only have cores right? those are the ones that proceses the unfiltered ectoplasm outside the realms and its why it takes longer to absorb it and heal, but Danny is also human.

Humans have differents filters, we have our kidneys, our liver, tonsils, even our whole digestive system is its own filter and so are our lungs (respiratory system starts from our nose using our snot to filter big particles [and also warms the air], then bronchi, bronchioles to filter any bacteria and you can get smoke stuck in your alveoli bc of how thin and not solid it is).

So Danny naturally have several filters that after the accident could've adapted to the new body necesities and started filtering the ambient ectoplasm, helping with his health, acting as a healing factor and making the ectoplasm in his system pure.

And Vlad knows this, he may not be an ectologist the same way that the fentons are, he is not publishing research or showcasting his knowledge in ectology even tho he studied the same thing with them, he may be a narcisit but he aint stupid, he did his own research, his own experiments, he is still a scientist that loves to know stuff, and in that same though, he is still a narcisist and pretty much an asshole.

So even tho he does have the same benefits, it still can need time to function, even more if the wounds are deeper or bigger and if its caused by other entity ectoplasm, i could guess it being not from you it could be more harmful the be exposed to (like how blood and organs transfusion need to be compatible or the same type cuz it could kill u if not) so his body would need to first purge that and then start healing.

So he could bite Danny and get that sweet purified ectoplasm, as if he didnt look enoguh like a vampire already

But, isnt that also another entity plasm? well, yeah, but it could be a more broad concept, like, they are both halfas, that could be enoguh to make them compatible, Danny's esctoplasm also is pure somthing that other ghost dont have, it could also be that maybe theres different types of ectoplasm than can chaged based on the intention with it is used, like, if you want to shot an ecto-ray it would be combative.

I have a lil prompt based on this, but i'll write that on a reblog cuz this got too long and also is more of a context thing than part of the prompt