#bat noise

[mizu-schizo-dog]

took some pics of my asbestos today :3

[strange-and-unsetteling-bat]

OHHH YEAHHHH!!!!! FOUND A WAY TO USE MY AUTO CLIKER FOR BOOPINGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ITS SO JOVER FOR YOU BITCHES

[mizu-schizo-dog]

on lots of stimulants and listening to create feature

<3

[strange-and-unsetteling-bat]

doctors always saying you shouldn't clean out your ears with qtips but have they considered im built dfferent?

[methoughtsphantom]

Jason “my family doesn’t know im alive” Todd and Danny “my family doesn’t know I’m dead” Fenton going alongside each of their plans my beloved. like Danny will absolutely go head-to-head with all of Gotham to support his new best friend on all his crime lord endeavors while he drags Jason to also attend collage with him. They are roommates and there never seems to a mention of family from either side. It’s an unspoken understanding they have. They met because Crime alley as a ghost lair thrummed with so much loneliness, it was at first the perfect place for Danny to hide his ecto signature in. But then he saw the dumbass whose lair it was lean his motorcycle just a tad too much when making a sharp turn to an alley, he sweeped the floor through a lifted chain link that passed his body but not his helmet. Yep that’s right the red thing got stuck. Danny who at the moment happened to be watching through his window snorted. Much to his horror because if not a ghost that dude could’ve gotten his head flung off.

Still, the scene was ridiculous.

On a whim he irrationally sees the police closing in on the guy and panicked at the thought of the guy using intangibility to free himself so Danny phased them both through his apartment wall and left the guy sprawled in his couch. Jason didn’t freak out but that’s normal when one’s got a concussion, one the guy immediately denied having as Danny laid out the medical supplies. The idiot proceeded to almost flatten four steps to the door with his stubbornness. He also said “I’m asexual” in the most deadpan voice as Danny dropped him back in the couch.

Danny sighed. Clearly though, he’d done so too early in the night because the guy kept trying to go, kept trying to knock Danny out, kept trying to slash him with knifes Danny didn’t know he had stashed. He’d only disarmed the guy from his guns. The visible ones apparently, cause at one point the guy did take out a gun and shoot until the ammo ran out and then teetered the thing like it was an art prop and hit his moon lamp.

Danny "yeah you aren’t officially my friend until you’ve tried to kill me" fenton my guys.

Anyways both keep having the same argument over if Danny technically kidnapped Jason or not. Danny holds the fact that the police at least didn’t see the guy make the ridicule. Jason argued that happened cause he was sporting a concussion. Danny argued he got that after.

Jason at first thinks the guy's a meta, but no. Danny introduces himself, sheepily now that he recognizes this is who the lair he invaded is from. He bandages him and tries to cook for him. If Danny didn’t have ice powers he most certainly would’ve burned the apartment. Jason then proceeds to kick him out of his own kitchen and make them both enchiladas. It’s the most normal both had in a while with another person and the air seems oddly settled. From then on, Jason constantly invited himself over, under the pretense that this was his territory and therefore he could drop in unannounced. Danny who has actual powers says he only allows this because Jason cooks very well.

Danny stays away from the crime fighting business unless his buddy is in deep shit he can’t get himself out. Also it’s Danny’s turn to cover for his vigilante friend which Sam and Tucker give him so much shit for. (but also advice)

And they were roommates. (omg) Danny effectively derails Jason’s big comeback plans by casually dropping ghost lore every two days. Like,

Jason, talking about how he doesn’t want Bats snooping on his territory:

Danny: Just don’t let them in

Jason: ??

Danny: yeah!! Hasn’t Batman died and got revived??? You can totally kick out death touched people you don’t want entering on your lair.

Jason: …I can?

Danny: Yep dude, your lair’s supposed to feel safe.

Jason: wait does that mean I can kick you out?

Danny: First this is my apartment. Second, im dead, not dead touched. Third, it’s too late to get rid of me. bitch.

Anyways Jason is super excited. You mean to tell him he can actually deny people over to his territory haunt?? (Yes it’s only to people who have died and came back but still!! The sample size is exactly the type of people he doesn’t want to see—!)

Joker my beloathed can’t step foot in Crime Alley.

(Jason’d feel a lot safer if the clown was dead but the possibility of his murderer turning into a ghost and their little loophole not applying on the clown is too scary to contemplate.)

Anyways, Jason loves experimenting with the power. It can go from simply making people shudder and not want to enter crime Alley to straight up not letting them enter like there’s an invisible wall blocking the way.

Jason because he’s hurt that Bruce never even patrols Crime Alley and also because he’s petty put B under the category of “invisible wall” blacklist. His reasoning is that the man doesn’t even attempt to enter Crime Alley. To him it’s surely just a place shadowed in tragedy. (anyways that’s it’s the place he met Jason)

Ironically, Jason totally forgets that Batman does venture into Crime Alley one day in the whole year. The day he met Jason.

Okay. He didn’t forget at first. The first year Jason remembers cause it was only a few months till then but then the next— Jason forgets that today’s the anniversary of the day’s Bruce’s parents died. He forgets to allow B in when he feels a slight tug and dismiss the feeling that prompts Bruce to investigate because he literally can’t enter Crime Alley. He starts the trialsTM, he scouts on the very edge and sees people the whole day enter and get out and cross with no problem but Bruce can’t.

It’s literally just Bruce.

Time to call Constantine, i guess.

[sanguivorouscorvid]

person online: you have to say in your bio if you’re afab or amab. also you have to specify if you’re transmasc or transfem. also you have to say if you’re transmisogyny exempt or transmisogyny affected. also you have to say if you’re a (trans) man or (trans) woman. also y-

the majestic and kindhearted northern yellow bat (lasiurus intermedius), as photographed by Merlin Tuttle’s Bat Conservation:

[chubby-p1nk]

I read two fics some time ago with Tim dancing along with Cass, and omg, it changed me- Because... JUST THINK ABOUT IT-

Tim being a rich kid, with really strict parents but who are flexible enough so that they don't have prejudices regarding very conventional gender roles. And thanks to this, Tim is put in classical ballet classes long enough to be able to wear pointe shoes.

Tim likes it to a certain extent, as the exercises, physical conditioning and muscle elongation help him to be able to follow the bat and bird duo around Gotham. Over time he stops attending classes either due to his parents' influence to focus on some other activity, or because he preferred that time to coordinate patrol routes and get more photos.

By the time he starts being Robin, he no longer attends ballet classes. The training left a small mark on the way he moves as Robin, but nothing too noticeable. He finds it easy to jump really high and is able to land silently and smoothly. He doesn't get dizzy easily thanks to the pirouettes and fouettes his teacher made him practice daily.

Also, training with Dick is easier than when he trains with Bruce, since with Dick there are really similar exercises thanks to the older boy's training in the circus as an acrobat. The elasticity is not comparable between the two, but Tim has enough so that some of Dick's exercises are not so impossible for him.

Cut out when Cass arrives and Tim notices that she likes ballet, and even more surprisingly, she dances ballet! It is thanks to this that Tim manages to find a common point between the two to be able to start a friendship, with Cass being really excited to know that Tim also knew ballet!

They both connect thanks to ballet, Tim, taking advantage of the fact that they were both quite similar in height and complexion (even in face, which still leaves him wondering sometimes if they weren't secret twins?) shares with her his leotards and shoes, at least the training ones. Because although Cass can stand on pointe with amazing ease, Tim prefers to help her go over the basic training to get on pointe. Because literally, those things break feet, and he doesn't want to see his adopted sister go through that (We're talking about Cass, though.)

By the time they've been through about two months of helping Cass go over the basics, and remembering moves she remembered seeing from when she lived in the basement of that Ballet school, she can get up on pointe, and Tim hands her some cute yellow pointe shoes that he got years ago, when Robin colors still drove him crazy. So when Cass wears them, they're flexible and soft, not hard and uncomfortable like the ballet slippers one recently bought.

And Tim, he has his cream pointe shoes to wear, also used and flexible, comfortable like an old toy you haven't used in a while and despite everything, you still know how to play with it.

They both select certain days to practice and dance different pieces of music, Tim occasionally teaching her the classical pieces she doesn't know, or showing her how to dance as a couple. Although for this he takes off his pointe shoes and goes back to his leather slippers.

They keep up this routine even when Damian arrives, and so far the only one who knows what they're doing is Alfred, basically because he's the one who usually does their laundry and tidies up the room they use to dance. Making sure the floor isn't too slippery and the furniture is pushed up against the walls to make room. Every now and then, they both invite him to watch a specific dance they've practiced, like a snippet from Swan Lake, The Nutcracker, or The Rite of Spring.

As more time passes, Cass takes more liberties in the dance and fuses ballet with something more contemporary, while Tim sticks to classical ballet. They keep dancing, but now each one gives a personal touch to each pirouette, pas couru, and movement. They make a temporary bar with pvp pipes, which despite everything, works wonders for them.

Maybe Bruce is the first one to find them, after a particularly tiring day in which he just wants to be alone for a few moments and decides to go to the rooms less used, he hears a classical melody from one of the rooms that supposedly, should be empty. And when he goes to see where the music was coming from and why, he finds his two children playing a fragment of Carmen (Gipsy friends duet) and is more than surprised by the ability not only of Cass, but of Tim! Bruce had no idea that Tim could dance ballet, did he learn it now from Cass? Or is it something he already knew?

Whatever the case, what surprises him the most is the amazing coordination of the two, they seem to be the reflection of each other. And with regret Bruce admits inwardly that if it weren't for the distinction of the clothes and the hairstyle, he would swear that he was seeing double.

[strange-and-unsetteling-bat]

hot water bottle isn't enough for my cramps, i need to be boiled alive

[bruciemilf]

No thoughts, only AU where Thomas Wayne is the resident doctor from Park Row who occasionally curb stomps mobsters and cops

SAVE ME, GUN BATMAN, SAVE ME

[purplebutwarhammer]

Just found out bats can purr so I’ll be applying that little feature to Curze and every single Night Lord

[sidekick-syndrome]

"Bruce is the tallest in the bat-family" this, "Jason is the tallest in the bat-family" that. Wrong. All wrong.

I follow the canon of the 1966 Batman show. And the 1966 Batman show says:

[ellerial]

So I had this nightmare, and now I'm cursing you all with it, too.

TW : vivisection and torture, some body horror, bad Madeline and Jack typical shenanigans, Danny done snaps

~(o o)~

He gazed blearily up at the ceiling. How long had he been down here? He knew it'd been a while since he gave up on Jazz, Tuck or Sam finding and saving him. Whether they were also captured somewhere or dead, or if something happened during one of his blackouts, he didn't know. All he knew was that he was alone in this and no one was going to save him.

He looked down at his chest. The Y cut was raw and jagged from the repeated reopening. The staples that had been keeping him closed were mostly burned away by his blood, so it was probably morning.

How many times had they cut him open now? He had honestly stopped properly counting after 50 when he realized his memory was starting to get spotty, and he had likely missed a few. It was double that, now, surely. Triple? Maybe 200? He thinks they sometimes get bored of him and just leave him down here for days or weeks on end before picking the scalpel back up. At… least they hadn't handed him off to the GIW?

Nah. That may have been kinder.

He let his head fall back and let out a giggle before taking his daily stock of himself. His body was its usual level of on fire. The muzzle on his face was as tight as ever. The wrist restraints were... oh, now that's interesting! That tingle was new.

He tried to check if the collar was on. They had taken it off for one of their experiments last night after letting him bleed out to make sure his energy was going more to healing and preserving his existence than trying to use his powers against them. Idiots. They hadn't fed him anything other than ambient ecto since they tied him up down here. He was always wasting energy towards preserving his life. Couldn't even turn it off. He knows. He tried.

He turned his head and looked at some of the tables around him. There! There's the collar! Oh, that's funny. That's so very funny. This was great! All these new things were happening. Even him! He felt better than he had in a long time. He knew part of that had to do with that cracking sound he heard last night. When his mom's Maddie's hands were elbow deep in his own viscera.

There was so much blood. Muddy blood. It was becoming more and more brown as time went on and they kept cutting him and killing him and the longer his ghost half was the only thing keeping his human half functioning the more they kept becoming closer together. His blood wasn't red with green flakes anymore. He figured the green ecto was just straight up bonding to his red blood cells.

So, she was there, elbows deep, trying to reach something or other. Some blood got on her face, and it looked like a little teardrop at the side of her eye. Then she stuck her tongue out in concentration, trying to grab whatever it was she was reaching for, and, well, something in Danny's mind cracked. It was just so funny! Look at this woman. This woman who was torturing him because she loved her baby boy. Her baby boy she ignored and neglected to the point it killed him. Her baby boy she loved so much she'd prefer to believe he was dead and gone so she could finally torture a ghost rather than believe he was still with them.

Thinking of, even with that crack, he was feeling a lot better than he ought when her hands had been that deep inside him. He lifted his head a little more and saw that the door to the portal was slightly ajar.

Oh. Oh oh oh OH! That was too funny! Clocky, you old cog, you! Danny thought he'd been forgotten by the old time piece, but looks like he just left him to cook until he cracked! He couldn't blame the old tick tocker for wanting a bit of entertainment. It's gotta be boring being stuck for all of eternity watching the livings do the same things over and over again. Ancients knew how bored he was doing the same song and dance for however long he'd been down here. He understood.

So many new things! Now, what was he going to do with them?

He paused before he could make up his mind. Another new feeling! A brush against his consciousness. Emotions. Two of them. He held the breath he didn't need and listened to the two beings who just came into the building above him. He laughed loudly once he recognized who they were and what he was hearing. Both of them startled, which only made him laugh louder.

Finally! Finally, finally, finallyfinallyfinally!

He felt them both come racing down the stairs and lifted up enough to see them. Ah. Jackson and Madeline Fenton. Ecto-scientists and psychopaths. They looked absolutely awful. Gaunt, tired with pallid skin. Their goggles were up, and their hoods were down so he could see how limp and grey their hair had gotten.

Ya know. This is probably the first time he's seen their eyes in months. They usually came to torture him with all their gear perfectly in place. Once upon a time, he used to think their eyes were beautiful. Now they looked like days old bruises and the milky white of a corpse.

"What's so funny, ghost scum?" Maddie asked as she stalked closer to his table. Jack stayed by the stairs, uncertainty marring his face. "Finally done pretending to be our poor boy?"

Danny could only laugh. Her usual refrain! How funny, when everything was different and new!

"Oh, Maddie. Maddie, Maddie, Maddie! Everything is funny!” He giggled as she faltered and took a step back. "Besides, haven’t you ever heard of the healing power of laughter?”

"How are you doing that?” She demanded. “You're still muzzled!”

"I've always been doing this, Maddie! You just finally became liminal enough to hear me!" She looked confused, and he cackled. "I was liminal enough at 3. Did you know that? Amazing what exposing your unborn fetus to ectoplasmic radiation will do!"

Rage marred her face as she came over and slapped him. Jokes on her! The muzzle blocked most of it, and her hits felt more like a moths wings to his half-ghostly biology. The scalpel was more effective.

"How dare you speak as if you know anything, you monster!"

"Monster? Me? Oh, Madeline. You're the one who wished for monsters so much that you became one."

"Shut up!" She hit his chest, and that did hurt. "How are you talking?! How do I make you shut up??" She turned away from him and frantically tore through her instruments. He chuckled as he watched the collar clatter and skitter across the floor. Jack stayed frozen at the bottom of the stairs.

"You can't, Maddie. You can't silence my soul. That's what you're hearing." He laughed. "And what's even better, I can't lie with my soul!!" He looked at them both and frowned behind the muzzle. "Aw. You don't believe me. So rude. We can finally have a heart to heart, but you don't even believe me."

Jack finally took a step forward. His eyes never left Danny's face. "What do you mean."

"Finally! Some scientific inquiry rather than just torture!" Jack flinched, and Maddie sneered while slowing her sorting of implements. "Feel the difference between these." He smiled wide beneath his muzzle.

"My name is Danny. I was born Danny Fenton. I became Danny Phantom." He raised his head to look at Jack. "Focus on how that felt. Nice, right? Soft and smooth." He looked at his mother.

"I love you. You never neglected me growing up. It wasn't one of your inventions that killed me." He looked back at his dad Jack. "Feel the difference? It's full of edges like broken glass, like pins and needles of a limb that fell asleep." Jack stood frozen at the foot of the table. His face was blank. Even Maddie wasn't moving. He frowned and snarled.

"What? No follow-ups? No, 'Which invention killed you, Danny?' No, 'Why didn't you tell us before, Danny?' Not even a, 'What does death feel like, Danny?' Really??" He let his head thump back. "How utterly boring." He pouted for a moment before quickly perking up.

"I could tell you that, ya know. What death feels like. I have a rolodex of experience! From ecto radiation, blood loss, having your heart removed, to starving to death." He turned and looked at Maddie. "How did you finish me off last night? I don't quite remember." She just looked at him. "No?” He shrugged as much as he could while restrained. “Eh, doesn’t really matter. What doesn't kill you simply makes you stranger!” He cackled to himself since neither of the pseudo-scientists joined. He was wasting good material on them. He sighed.

“You might be wondering why you believe me. Why you aren’t telling me I’m lying and manipulating you.” He looked at them both. “It’s ‘cause your soul is hearing me, and it knows it’s hearing the truth. It knows I can’t lie. It knows when I say, 'the only reason there was ever a ghost problem was because you never shut the portal off,' that it’s the truth. Or, 'the reason most of your inventions worked is because I fixed them'. Your soul resonates, and it feels all comfy with the truth.” He looked at both of them, and they just stared. He rolled his eyes. “How about some more examples? See if you can feel the difference." He took a moment to focus.

"I wanted to be an astronaut. I always felt safe in my own home. My parents would rather cut me open than be thankful they had the opportunity to spend time with me after their inventions killed me." He looked at Jack, silent tears were going down his face. He looked at Maddie her mouth was twisted in a snarl, but there was worry in her eyes. He grinned.

"I'm still restrained." He watched the worry turn to terror before he moved.

What ice he could conjure tightened itself around Jack's hands, feet, and torso, squeezing tight before causing him to topple over. Danny had the bone saw bent and wrapped around Maddie's legs, and the rib clippers tightened around her hands before she could even drop to a fighting stance. He shoved her down and phased her partially into the floor before doing the same to Jack. It was over in seconds.

He stood up and stretched. Some of the corroded staples fell to the floor, and his wound oozed. He ignored it and was about to move away when he caught the look on their faces.

"What?" He looked at his hands. He laughed before lifting them up and turning them side to side. "They may be anti-ecto cuffs, but they're still made with mundane parts, and you don't exactly try to keep me clean. My blood is corrosive, ya know." He shook his head and walked over to the portal.

It looked different somehow... he shrugged and ripped the door off instead of thinking about it too hard. He stretched his arms out wide and basked in front of the open portal like a sunflower to the sun and breathed in deep.

"It's like standing at the edge of a lake and breathing in fresh clean air. If the lake was made of toxic Sprite mixed with the taste of electricity." He soaked in more of that good good before grabbing the metal chair that sat next to the portal. He dragged it over to sit in front of the Fenton's slowly, making sure the legs screeched across the floor the entire way.

He slumped in the chair and just lounged in it for a moment with one leg outstretched. Being anything other than horizontal was amazing. Add in the flavor of the Fentons' fear, anger, confusion, and shame permeating the air, and it was absolutely delightful!

He brushed both hands through his hair and tried to gauge how long it'd gotten. He couldn't remember if they had cut it at any point, but with how long it was...

"At least a year? I'm surprised you didn't get bored! Ancients know I was dying down here." He cackled at their faces. "C'mon, that was pretty good." He pulled the hair in front of his face and froze for a moment before laughing hard enough more staples popped. "I was... oh no, I was checking to see if it was black or white since I can't tell what form I'm in. I didn't expect it to be green." He laughed harder. "Really went above and beyond to wash the blood off me, didn'tchya?" He laughed while his bio-donors stared at him.

"What now, beast?"

"Now, now, Maddie. That's not any way to initiate a conversation!" He leaned forward, putting his weight on his elbows resting on his knees. "I have a few questions before we wrap things up."

"We're not telling you anything, you -" Danny moved faster than she could blink and gripped her jaw tightly.

"Now, you are going to be civil during this conversation if you don't want to be muzzled since that is what you think should be done to monsters. Do you understand?" He stared into her eyes with one eyebrow raised and without blinking for about 5 minutes, his grip tightening the entire time. Finally, she relented and nodded. "Good." He sat back in his chair.

"I don't think I have many questions for ya. First off, are Jazz, Tuck, and Sam alive?"

"Stay away from our daughter you -"

"Aaaand talking privileges revoked! Jack, please answer the question."

Jack swallowed around his tears. "They're all alive. They went underground a couple of weeks after we.. after you..."

"After you started torturing your own son, yes, we've been through this."

Jack choked back a sob. "We had a check-in a few days ago. They were still fine then."

Danny hummed. "And what did you tell them about me?"

"That... that you had run away. After we had gotten in a fight about your grades."

Danny laughed. "They didn't believe you, did they?" Jack shook his head. "No, no, they wouldn't. Couldn't, even, since just disappearing like that went against my very nature. Oh!" Danny clapped and laughed at Jack's confusion, "You really don't know anything, do you?! I was a protector spirit!" He saw the meaning dawn in Jack's widening eyes. "That's right! I literally can't just disappear from my home, friends, or family that I've chosen to protect. I have to be made to." He leaned back and chuckled, wiping away a false tear.

"And the GIW?"

"They," Jack's eyes shifted to his wife, who was yelling behind her ice gag. "they mostly left Amity after the ghosts stopped showing up. We haven't been in contact with them since." Maddie was screaming something at Danny with fire in her eyes. Danny just rolled his.

"Yes, yes. 'If they were we’d have given you to them to be torn apart molecule by molecule.'” He mocked. “Honestly, woman. Come up with new material." He got down in front of her and brushed her hair out of her face gently.

"I am your son." He said softly. "You gave birth to me. Your invention killed and resurrected me, turning me into a part ghost, part living child. Your neglect and Jazz's parenting turned me into a people pleasing hero. Your ignorance and cruelty have turned me into what I am now. I -"

"We didn't know."

Danny very slowly turned his head to look at Jack before tilting it to the side. "You do realize that's worse, right? You... you get that, right?" He looked back and forth between them incredulously. "My ghost persona is literally just a palette swap. I mean, I didn't even wear a mask! That is literally the same as if I got my hair dyed and wore contacts, and you couldn't recognize your own son!" He felt Jacks shame and Maddie's anger wash over him. He patted Maddie's cheek lightly.

"I understand. You're not forgiven, but I understand." Maddie looked at him like he was mad, which he obviously was, but he didn't appreciate the insinuation. "It's the obsession with being right!" Neither looked like they understood what he was talking about. "You know! You were so obsessed with being right about ghosts that you forgot about your 'best friend' in the hospital who, might I add, was there because of your own mistake during an experiment." He leaned over to Jack and put his hand up as if telling a secret. "A friend who repeatedly abused me, frequently kidnapped me, and constantly was trying to kill you to marry Maddie while trying to get me to renounce you as my father." Danny cackled as he realized. "Well, he got one of those granted!" He turned back to Maddie.

"Your obsession with being right caused you to neglect your children to the point that one of them died, and you didn't even notice. It caused you to ignore every piece of evidence that disproved your belief that ghosts were non-sentient and non-sapient. I mean, even your own hateful rhetoric denounces your findings! Can't think and can't feel but can plan to take over the world because they're ~e v i l~ ooooh." He wiggled his fingers in her face while adding spooky effects before laughing some more.

"Literally, everything you experienced with ghosts disproved your theories, but you couldn't be wrong, oh no, you have to be right! So, you make up little stories about how evil these non-thinking, non-feeling people are just so you can feel justified in torturing them." He patted her cheek. "Like I said, Maddie, you're the one who wished for monsters so much, you became one."

Danny slapped both hands on his knees before standing up. He looked over at Jack, who was sobbing now. He tutted and walked over to pat him on the head.

"Now, now, Jack. Everything will be alright. Well," he shrugged. "That's not true. But everything will come to an end. And, hey! When you become a ghost, because you will both become ghosts when you die with how ecto-contaminated you are, we can try to hash things out. Ya know, if you happen to survive the process and not tear yourself apart. Sound good? Gonna make it up to me with the rest of your eternity?" Jack looked up at him, and Danny barely shifted before Jack's neck was snapped. He let the corpse fall to the floor and the ice binding to dissipate before he turned back to a screaming Maddie.

"Oh, hush, you harpy. He was never on board with everything you were doing anyway." He lifted her out of the floor and dragged her to the table. "He was mostly just confused. He is," Danny barked out a laugh. "He WAS the dumbest genius I've ever heard of." He phased her arms, legs, and neck into the table in a mimicry of how they held him before walking over to the table of instruments. "But don't you worry, Maddie dearest. You and I are going to have a nice, long conversation. I'm going to do you the greatest honor I can possibly think of." He grinned at her and held up the chest spreader. "I'm going to become what you always wished I'd be."

~

Hours later, he finished tossing Jack and the pieces of Maddie into the portal for whatever was on the other side to snack on before he tore the portal apart. He was honestly really disappointed how long Maddie lasted before begging and how quickly she died. No gumption at all.

After using some ecto-fishing line as stitching thread, (he didn't do it earlier because of how funny it was as he bled on Maddie while cutting her open the same way she did him. He wanted her to know what it looked like while he did it.) and finally tearing off his muzzle, he spent the rest of the day combing every inch of the lab, destroying all inventions and blueprints before wiping their entire database. He didn't keep any copies. He remembered the useful ones and could jimmy-rig anything new he might need.

The most surprising thing was when he went upstairs. They really had moved him! He was in some shitty brownstone with crooked flooring and rotting wood around the windows. He wondered if the basement was soundproofed since he had let Maddie scream as much as she wanted, but no one had come crashing through the door to save her. He thought that was because #Amity, but apparently not??

Danny continued going through every inch of the house and destroying anything identifiable. He made sure to check all the walls and within all the furniture as well, utilizing his phasing to the best of his abilities.

He took a shower once he was done. He waited until the water ran clear and then ran himself a bubble bath. He took one of the phones he found and sat listening to some soothing music as he floated there. By the time he was done, his wounds were starting to scar, and his skin was clean, if not a startling white from his time away from the sun. His hair was also, unfortunately, still a toxic green.

He got dressed in a white shirt, purple jacket and some jeans. They were the only items that both fit and looked like they had never been worn. Fortunately, the Fenton's were paranoid of all institutions, so they had cash squirreled away throughout the house, giving him more than enough to last him for a little while.

He took all personal effects and destroyed them or burned them in the basement. All but a single polaroid of him, Jazz, Tuck, and Sam in front of the Nasty Burger some time in his sophomore year.

He looked at himself in the mirror one last time and cackled, his grin spreading too wide on his face. He tucked the picture in his coat pocket and leaned forward. Well. If Maddie became what she hated most, maybe it was time for him to do the same.

He took some of Maddie's red lipstick and drew a wide smile on his face. He looked at himself and laughed until he was doubled over. At one point, the ghosts had tried to make him the crown prince of the Infinite Realms. Now he was just the clown prince. Maybe he should become the clown prince of crime! Not like what he had found stashed away would last him forever and not like he had the capacity to be something as mundane as a barista after all this. Plus, it would entertain good, ol’ Clocky.

He did one last phase of the whole house, burying any evidence of his presence in the foundation. He could already feel his power waning as the leftover ambient ecto from the destroyed portal dispersed into the air. There were also curses here that were latching onto him like a weighted blanket, snuffing out his powers.

He shrugged. Even if he was less powerful, it's not like he could die. The most that would happen is a nap for a while before he came back to continue the fun! Maybe he’d add more deaths to his rolodex. Death by stabbing or crowbar might be fun! Ooh, or maybe an explosion! Something dramatic.

It was night when he finally stepped out onto the street. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of smog and pollution. He smiled wide. Time to see what this Gotham place was all about!

[inchidentally]

Lola (was twinkodium) sent me this of Oscar watching his boy on the podium!! ;__;

[strange-and-unsetteling-bat]

i love when i have school tomorow so i go to bed early but i cant sleep cus im stressed bout school tomorow

[lorenzonuti]

Noisy BG.

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[nikonuee]

Shen Qingqui loves interesting animals and therefore should learn how to make all the Xianxia animal noises so they'll come closer to him and are then easier to study.