#weak/sick prompts

[wilfre-the-medical-bot]

[dollofiacon] [ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing. ((Mourningstar wants to help!))

Hhhh... Thank... Thank you...

*His optics are dim and flickering with exhaustion, his blade-wings hanging limp, his movements slow and shaky.*

*He's trying his best not to lean against Mourningstar, he doesn't want to be more of a burden than he already feels he is*

Hnnnnnn...

[whumpypepsigal]

@whumpgifathon | Day 29 (alt. prompt): “Bedside Vigil”

Fox Mulder in The X Files 2x25

[whumpster-dumpster]

Another Sickfic Alphabet

Cause why not?

A: Achy

B: Blankets

C: Contagious

D: Delirious

E: Emergency Room

F: Fever

G: Gag Reflex

H: Heating Pad

I: Insomnia

J: Jammies

K: Keel Over

L: Lingering Cough

M: Medicine

N: No Appetite

O: Overworked

P: Pale

Q: Queasy

R: Rash

S: Shivering

T: Tissues

U: Unsteady

V: Vapor Rub

W: Weakness

X: eXpectorant

Y: Yawn

Z: Zonked out

[luxaofhesperides]

Can I please have meet cute/weird with mistaken villain! Danny (but really just a engineer and or chem student) and the one being put on investigation cause Danny is a day villain(not really)! Duke

Technically, Danny Fenton is innocent. Technically. 

Duke wants to give him the benefit of the doubt, especially since he’s having so much trouble finding solid evidence that Danny is stealing from a wide variety of people, but he’s been burned before by trying to see people as better than they were. It doesn’t change the fact that Oracle’s cameras keep spotting Danny right before a building on the street is broken into and something stolen. He’s always just walking down the sidewalk; no one has spotted him entering or exiting a building, but he’s around far too often to be unconnected to these burglaries. 

It doesn’t help that strange, petty crimes have been on the rise since Danny first arrived in Gotham. 

So.

Danny Fenton is technically innocent.

Duke is trying to prove that he’s not. 

Maybe I’m looking too closely, he thinks, going over Danny’s sparse file in the Hatch. Maybe Danny’s only one person in a bigger operation.

He could just be the lookout, the runner, the information gatherer who marks which buildings to hit. He may even be the scapegoat, the sacrificial lamb; Danny has no support in Gotham, no family, no job. There would be no one to help him if he got arrested or injured in a fight. He’s a freshman college student from Illinois who should be unprepared for life in Gotham but is somehow managing to survive like a native. 

There’s a lot about Danny that doesn’t add up. 

Duke has seen plenty of different people since he first went out as the Signal. He’s tried to be kind and give people the benefit of the doubt, but it leads to his loved ones being put in danger. Some people are truly evil, some working on a malicious agenda, some are misguided in their beliefs, and some are desperate people who see no other way to move forward.

He’s not sure yet which on Danny is, but he’s hoping Danny is just desperate and needs a little help to get out of a life of crime.

Which leads to the next problem: Duke has no idea what Danny is steal, or why. He hits both rich and poor folks, civilians and members of the mob, and once, notably, stole something right out of Cobblepot’s office. Allegedly, at least, since no one saw him enter or exit the office, not even the security cameras. 

But added to the whispers going around about a new group in Gotham snatching people up from the streets, and some strange green substances found in warehouses often raided by police for the frequent drug labs that pop up in them… 

It doesn’t look good for Danny. Especially when a few of the items he stole were found where people either vanished or where that green substance has been found.

A week of analysis in the Batcave and they still don’t know what it is. 

Both Damian and Jason suspected Lazarus water, but the composition was completely different. By the look of the molecular structure, it shouldn’t have been in a liquid form at all. 

All these findings lead back to one person who may have answers: Danny Fenton.

According to Tim, who’s already broken into Danny’s dorm room and checked over all the labs he has classes in, Danny has some concerning items in his possession. Various inventions and little metal knick-knacks put together by a practiced hand. He was also the one to find all the information that went into Danny’s file when it was first being made: social media posts, school report cards, news articles about his parents… everything. 

And then he had an emergency mission to take with the Titans that swept him out of Gotham leaving Duke to tackle this investigation on his own. 

He doesn’t have Tim’s natural skill in stalking and invading privacy. He hates breaking into people’s spaces and following them around, but needs must and he has to force himself to work through the discomfort. 

It’s a good thing he did, too. Danny’s leaving his dorm after his last afternoon class, hood up to hide his face and something held in the front pocket of his hoodie. He ducks around people on the sidewalk easily, almost as if he’s gliding through the crowd instead of walking. 

Duke follows from above, bending the light around him to hide him from sight. 

He walks for some time, weaving through alleys and streets as if he’s been in Gotham his whole life, leaving behind the university campus to head towards Otisberg. There’s something strange about the way Danny walks, as if he’s moving around people who aren’t there, guided by something Duke can’t hear. Even using his meta abilities doesn’t do much beyond show him where Danny’s going to be in the next few seconds. 

He continues to follow Danny on the rooftops, walking along the edge to keep him in sight. 

Then Danny stops behind an apartment building and tilts his head back to look up at it. He tilts his head to the side, then nods and looks around the empty alley. Duke crouches down, keeping his eyes on Danny in the hopes of catching him in the act—

Danny disappears.

Duke curses under his breath and jumps down from the roof, putting more strength into his abilities as soon as his feet touch the ground. 

The space where Danny was has a faint outline, oddly enough. He’s never seen that before. From it is a semi-transparent trail, smoke-like and a pale green leading into the building. It goes straight into a wall, as if Danny walked through it.

He can’t go in and search the entire apartment, but he can grapple up and take a look into the hallways to see where Danny’s heading. If he was looking up, then that’s where he should be heading. 

It doesn’t take any effort to scale the building. There are ledges and windowsills and plenty of handholds for him to propel himself off of, and paired with his powers, Duke is able to find the correct floor in just under two minutes. 

The green smoke slowly dances through the air of the ninth floor, on the east side of the building. If he’s been counting the rooms correctly, then the target of tonight’s burglary has to be apartment 924. 

The curtains are drawn on the window he makes his way over to, and his abilities don’t show him anything helpful for the immediate future. He hates going in blind, especially to a civilian’s home, but capturing Danny takes priority. Duke picks the lock and slides the window up slowly, making sure it stays quiet, then slips into an empty bedroom. 

He makes his way out into the hallway on silent feet, keeping a wary eye on the thin smoke strands of green, curling along the walls. The rest of the apartment is empty as well, pale sunlight slanting across the floor through the blinds. 

Everything is still and silent. Danny’s nowhere to be found. 

Did he miss Danny leaving, somehow? Was this a misdirect to get him out of the way while Danny stole from another location? Did he know Duke was following him?

But no, his ears pick up on the faint sound of clothes rustling. 

Cautiously, Duke turns towards the front door, where the door to the coat closet is open. He focuses on what’s going to happen in the next twenty seconds and sees Danny panic, then disappear from sight again, but a transparent outline of his body is visible just enough to show him where he runs to. Best not to spook him; Duke pulls at the light around him and bends it to hide him from sight.

Then he moves along the wall, getting around the open door without bumping into anyone or anything. 

A figure in front of the coats, shoving them to the side roughly, flickers in and out of view, almost like a reflection in water, distorted by ripples on the surface. 

Danny pops back into visibility suddenly, scowling at the coats. “Are you sure it’s in here?” he asks the empty air. 

There is no answer, but Danny acts like there is. He rolls his eyes and says, “It’s a favor. That I’m doing for you. I can literally stop right now and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.” He shoves aside another heavy winter coat, then sighs. “Why don’t you look for it, and then tell me where it is.”

He steps back and bumps into Duke.

Danny whirls around, eyes wide, and blast of green light has Duke crashing back into the wall, trying to blink spots out of his eyes. 

“Wait!” he yells, grabbing for Danny before he can run off. “I just wanna talk!”

“Standing right behind me like a serial killer does not make you look like someone who wants to talk!” Danny yells back, slipping through his hands like mist. 

“I just have a few questions!”

“Well, I have a question: why?!”

“Will you hold still, we’re being too loud!”

Danny escapes to the other side of the apartment, next to a window looking fully prepared to fling himself out of it. But he does stop yelling, so Duke is counting it as a success.

“Why is the Signal coming after me?” Danny asks, glaring at him suspiciously.

“Dude,” Duke says, “You’ve been seen outside of every single building that’s had a burglary since you first arrived in Gotham. All the Bats are after you, they just sent me because I’m the only one active during the day.”

“All the Bats?” Danny repeats, losing what little color he had in his face.

He looks legitimately scared, pale enough to be concerning, and Duke drops his guard and tries to relax the tension in the apartment. “I’m not gonna turn you into the cops or anything. I just had questions and you seem like the most likely person to have answers. That’s it.”

Danny still looks wary, ready to run at a moment’s notice, but he doesn’t leave when Duke approached casually, leaning his weight against the couch. 

“So,” he begins, “What’s the deal with all the thievery? It’s rarely something super rare or expensive.”

There’s a long few minutes where Danny doesn’t answer, looking anywhere but at Duke. Then he twitches a bit and glares off to the side, and says, “I taking items that are contaminated with ectoplasm to help ghosts move through the veil and leave Gotham.”

That tells him nothing! That just gives Duke more questions! But at least it’s an answer, the first one any of them have got.

“I think you’re gonna have to explain a little more.”

“Ghosts are real, alright?”

“Yes.”

Danny stops. Squints at him. “What do you mean, ‘yes’?”

“Ghosts are real,” Duke repeats, “There are a few who help heroes or are heroes themselves, but that’s more on the magic side of things so I’m not super familiar with it.”

“Magic,” Danny says slowly. “Sure, alright. Um. Yes, ghosts are real. And there are a ton in Gotham who need help moving on, but they’re too weak to get past the veil. Something about Gotham has made the veil super strong, so they need a little boost to get through. Additional ectoplasm bonded helps with that.”

“And that’s why you’re stealing random things?”

“The ghosts I help can kind of sense ectoplasm-infused things, but they need me to grab them since they can’t hold anything without a physical body.”

Duke nods slowly. “Okay, that’s starting to answer some things. We have found those objects in the last places missing people were seen. Any idea what’s going on with that?”

“Yeah, those people were already dead.”

The way Danny says the most concerning answers as if they’re nothing is really throwing Duke off his game. He was expecting to be calm and serious to keep Danny from freaking out too much and look like a legitimate hero. But as soon as Danny started talking, all his nerves fell away and Duke is left grasping for composure. 

“They were…”

“They were ghosts, yeah. And they needed to get through the veil. But they were also able to possess their own bodies and didn’t realize they were dead until I had to break the news to them, which is why it looks like living people just up and disappeared.”

“Okay… What about the green stuff we’ve been finding?”

“Ectoplasm.” Danny holds up a hand and a neon green light surrounds it. Except it looks more solid than light, as if it can be touched, and it moves on its own like fire around Danny’s fingers. “It’s what ghosts are made of.”

Oh. If Danny has ectoplasm, does that mean…

“Are you dead?” Duke asks, heart dropping. 

Instead of looking upset about the question, or even disturbed by it, Danny just shrugs and waves his hand back and forth. “A little.”

“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Duke says, trying to resist the urge to rub his temples. It’s a habit he didn’t mean to pick up from Batman, and it would just look silly with his helmet in the way. “You’re just doing all this to help ghosts?”

“Yeah. Basically. They asked for help man, of course I was going to help them.”

Danny’s a good person. He’s just a good person to ghosts. But this is good news either way, and he can let the others know that Danny isn’t the next Catwoman and is entirely unconnected from any drug production. Everything that made him look like a criminal is just the fault of ghosts. 

“Speaking of,” Danny continues, “Looks like they found what they need, so I’m going to grab that real quick.” He pushes off of the wall and heads for the closet again, moving past Duke without any fear. Duke follows, keeping a few feet of distance between them so Danny doesn’t feel trapped, and watches as he shoves aside the coats again and pulls a shoebox out of the depths of the closet. From it, he takes a single intricate lace headband and holds it up.

It looks normal, if a little old, but when Danny sends ectoplasm through it, the lace lights up and holds the glow. 

He pulls some strange contraption out of his pocket and holds it up to the headband. It makes a few beeps, then Danny mutters, “7.4 millisieverts. That’s enough to get you through the veil.”

Another concern Duke can let go of: Danny’s not creating weapons like his parents have, he’s just measuring ectoplasm through his own inventions. 

Maybe he could talk to Bruce or Tim about getting Danny an internship at the R&D lab in Wayne Enterprises? That way they could keep a closer eye on him while seeing what he can create in some of the best laboratories in the country.

Well, it might take having them meet Danny before they trust him enough for that, but Duke is sure he can make it happen. 

“I better go see this through, then,” Danny says, shoving the contraption back into his hoodie pocket. He gives Duke a small awkward wave, then pops out of visibility. “I’ll see you around, I guess?” he disembodied voice hedges, and Duke smiles.

“I’m sure I’ll be able to find you again.”

“Cool. I gonna go now!” 

He doesn’t see any sign that Danny’s left, but he gets a feeling that he’s alone now, the apartment suddenly emptier than it was before. 

As strange and concerning as Danny and all his bizarre actions were, Duke is glad he was able to finally talk to him and get some answers. Knowing how Gotham pulls people him in, it’s only a matter of time before the other Bats are exposed to Danny’s kind of strange. He’s already looking forward to it. 

For now, though, he has a file to update in the Hatch; POTENTIAL THREAT will be removed and replaced with GHOST HELPER. 

If anyone goes snooping into his files and gets confused, then that’s their problem. Duke’s explained enough. And Danny can take care of the rest, once they go through the effort of tracking him down. Duke's done his part, he's ready for the rest of them to step up to his level.

He can’t wait to see what other kind of trouble Danny can get it into.

[stunie]

motion sickness can’t defeat me please look at him

[somber-sapphic]

Can I request a sick reader with Alex Danvers being all overprotective and cute?

Under Her Care

〖Notes: Oh. My. Freaking. God. I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get this done @asiangmrchk13 and I hope I did it justice for you <3 I used female pronouns, I hope that's okay, if not lmk and I'll rewrite.〗

〖Summary: Agents who work at a covert government facility do not take sick days.〗

〖Word Count: 2k〗

〖Pairing: Alex Danvers x Sick Reader〗

〖Warnings: mentions of needles/IV〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You sneezed for what was probably the 30th time since you’d gotten to work and groaned softly, wiping your nose on your sleeve as you cursed yourself for not having the foresight to bring tissues. You’d felt moderately fine when you left the house this morning, just a little sniffle but it had gotten so much worse in the few hours since you’d gotten to the DEO.

That stupid sniffle had turned into a constant runny but somehow stuffy nose and a steady cough that was getting impossible to silence when your lungs decided to rebel every few minutes. You were exhausted, a low-grade fever had started to boil under your skin about an hour ago and you were starting to believe that it wasn’t so low anymore.

 You rubbed your nose again and returned to typing on your computer, keeping track of the vitals of the agents currently in the field, helping Supergirl to take down half a dozen particularly strong Hellgrammites.

“Left flank of number two is open,” Vasquez said, not looking up from her control station. She was analyzing the aliens’ fight patterns and offering advice to Agent Danvers as well as Hartmann and Price, all shifting about the battlefield (empty intersection) to give Supergirl an edge in the fight.

Price had gotten stung and was on the ground, trying to keep himself conscious as the pain took over his body. Alex was shouting to Kara, who really didn’t need her to shout what with the super hearing, telling her the best way for her to take out the remaining three Hellgrammites. You probably should’ve been listening to your comms, but you had muted them, the voice in your ear adding to your headache.

You focused your hazy eyes back on the screen, your gaze drawn to Alex’s pulse blinking at the top of the list of agents. Even though you were supposed to be focusing on everyone equally, you tended to find yourself looking more intently on tracking your girlfriend. It wasn’t that you weren’t looking at the others, it was just that you selfishly cared a bit more about the brunette agent.

“Y/l/n, how’s Price holding up?” Vasquez asked, glancing over at you at the exact moment you decided to wipe your nose again. You froze, the fabric of your sleeve pressed against your face, eyes wide with a deer-in-headlights expression.

“H-he’s okay. Pulse is a little fast, but he’ll be fine.” You mumbled, voice weak and congested. At this point, all you really wanted to do was to go home and sleep, but that wasn’t something you could do with your girlfriend and Kara in the field. Plus, you had to disprove the looks that your coworkers were giving you. If they were here, then you were here. You did not take sick days.

“How about you? Checked your temperature in the last hour?” She was focused intently on her work, but taking the time to communicate with you. You hesitated, painting a confused look onto your face.

“What are you talking about? I’m fine. Plus, I feel like we have more important things to be worrying about right now.” You quipped, a note of sarcasm slipping into your tone. The sarcasm became an instant regret. You may have been dating one of the most senior agents, but the woman was still your boss and could still write you up for disciplinary reasons. Lucky for you Vasquez just found your contempt amusing.

“Whatever you say.” She smirked, a hint of concern in her voice. She would never admit it of course, but the dark-haired DEO agent cared for you. She knew how much Alex loved you and it wasn’t just her. You were well-liked by the entire department, even J’onn had come to care for you the Danvers sisters.

You went back to your screen, deciding that you didn’t need to pay all that much attention to it anymore. The Hellgrammites had been subdued (thanks to Kara for that quick finish) and everyone was fine. It was only a matter of time before they got back to the DEO and with the skirmish over you could probably sneak off to a conference room to take a nap.

You must’ve zoned out for longer than you meant to because the next thing you knew your name was being shouted by a certain angry, fresh-from-battle DEO agent.

You spun in your chair (a very bad idea) and groaned, clutching your head as dizziness and pain threatened to knock you to the floor. Your nose was running again, but you were too preoccupied with your aching skull and that strange tingly feeling in your body to deal with wiping it. All you could really deal with right now was not passing out.

A hand on your knee brought you back to the present world and you blinked up to meet Alex’s worried brown orbs. She pressed a hand to your forehead and said something that you couldn’t quite make out through the ringing in your ears. You shook your head slightly and whimpered, followed by a pathetic sniffle.

“Y/n? Hey, come on.” She ordered, slinging an arm around your waist. You dropped your head on her shoulder, and she helped you wobble forward, utterly unsure as to where the two of you were going. For a moment it seemed that she was leading you towards the exit but then you took an unexpected right turn.

“Where’re you taking me?” You mumbled, regretting that you didn’t just stay home. This had all happened so damn fast, from a sniffle to a full-blown case of the flu in a matter of hours.

“Medical.” She said curtly, her gentle touches not matching up with her tone of voice. She sounded angry but she was holding you so carefully, touching you as if you were made of fragile porcelain. You aimed an exhausted fit of coughing into your shoulder and attempted to pull away, very unhappy with the idea of a visit to Medical.

“Do not fight me on this, it is not up to you.”

“Just lemme go home, ‘lex. M’fine.” You slurred, sounding very much not fine. You of course weren’t fine, but she really didn’t need to know the extent of just how not fine you were. At least one of you had to be at work, it wasn’t like to agents could go home in the same day and you knew that if you went home Alex would follow.

“What part of ‘do not fight me’ isn’t understood?” Your girlfriend growled, her face tense as well as her body. She was pulling you along, practically dragging you as your legs were determined not to work. All you wanted to do was go home and lay on the cool tile of the kitchen floor. The kitchen had never betrayed you the way your body currently was.

Nevertheless, you found yourself sitting on a surprisingly comfortable bed in the Med-Bay, refusing to lay down despite Alex’s pleas with you to do as she asked. She sat on the bed beside you, allowing you to lean against her as the two of you waited for Hamilton who was currently sewing up Price’s wound.

“m’sorry.” You whispered, another round of rib-cracking coughs taking over your stupid useless body. It was being rather unhelpful at the moment; it wouldn’t even consider letting you pretend to be okay until it was time to go home.

“Don’t apologize Y/n/n,” The brunette sighed, shifting beside you so that you were more comfortably situated in her lap. You grabbed a handful of her shirt and whimpered softly, tears filling your eyes as she very gently carded her fingers through your hair.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She kissed your hairline, an air of worried sadness hanging around her. The agent held you close, silently wishing that Hamilton would hurry the fuck up. Price hadn’t been injured that badly and in her mind you were definitely more important than the man she didn’t exactly like.

Just as the good doctor finished putting his stitches in Kara raced into the room, her cape flying around her in a very superhero-esque manner. Her blonde hair was sort of messy and there was dirt on her cheek, but she didn’t seem to care as she hurried over to the two of you, immediately going to feel your forehead.

The Kryptonian didn’t really know what she was feeling for but she’d seen her sister do it before so she felt like it was an appropriate action.

“She’s hot, are humans supposed to be so hot?” Kara asked, looking to Alex and Dr. Hamilton for answers.

“I’m fine.” You replied, trying for a smile. Alex snorted and shook her head, rolling her eyes a little at your insistence that you were okay. She appreciated that you were trying to calm her sister down, but that really wasn’t your job.

“She’ll be okay Kar, go get yourself cleaned up.” The brunette reassured, giving the blonde a sad smile. The superhero gnawed on her lip for a moment, unsure how to take Alex’s reaction. This wasn’t a side of her adoptive sister that she saw very often, and she didn’t like it. It made her nervous.

“Okay. Text me and uh, feel better Y/n.” You hummed tiredly and opened your mouth for Hamilton who was holding a thermometer in front of your face. Kara skittered out of the Med-Bay, leaving the three of you alone, the Doctor muttering her disapproval as she flitted about you, taking your vitals.

“Okay Agent Y/l/n, you’ve got a temperature of 104.1 and a serious case of the flu. I’d like to give you an IV bag of cool saline to get that fever down and once that’s finished you can go home with Agent Danvers.” She decided, already grabbing the bag of fluids while you tensed against your girlfriend.

You didn’t like needles, you didn’t like the medical wing, you didn’t like any of this. Had you known you were actually this bad off you would’ve convinced Alex to take you home so that you didn’t have to be in this stupid room about to get an IV.

“Alex…” You whimpered, tears filling your eyes as you wiped frantically at your running nose. That just made you sneeze, which was both gross and didn’t help your wanting-to-go-home argument.

“It’ll only be a few hours sweetheart. Here, blow your nose.” She pressed a few tissues into your hand, prompting you to blow your nose. It didn’t do much, but it seemed to satisfy her because she took the used tissues from you and tossed them in a trash can, much to your disgust.

“Relax, I’m getting sick either way with the germs you’re spewing. Come here, lay down with me and we’ll get this over with, okay?” Alex smirked, her tone turning serious in the second half of her statement. You bit back tears as you laid beside her, pressing your head against your collarbone to hide from the needle.

 It wasn’t like you were scared of needles; no, you were a highly trained government agent. But you weren’t fond of them.

“All done,” You frowned and lifted your head, surprised that you hadn’t felt the typical pinch. Dr. Hamilton smiled pleasantly and readjusted the IV bag, slipping her stethoscope back into the pocket of her lab coat as she turned to leave.

“Get some rest agent. Feel better soon. And Alex, keep an eye on her.” Alex nodded her approval, relief filling her body as you cuddled up to her, still sniffling unhappily. She knew that she could take care of you on her own, but she was still glad she’d made you see Hamilton.

She had technically gone to medical school, well no, she had definitely gone to medical school, but she wasn’t a doctor—just a well-meaning girlfriend who would do anything to keep you safe.

“You mad?” You croaked, almost asleep as you finally let your body rest. You couldn’t exactly change where you were so you figured you might as well sleep.

“Never. Go to sleep, beautiful. We’ll go home as soon as the IV is done.” Alex promised, going back to pulling your fingers through your hair. Her nails dragged soothingly against your scalp, the motion continuing even after you’d fallen asleep. You loved this woman more than you could say and eventually, you’d get the guts to dig that stupid ring out of your sock drawer. For now, you’d settle for this. This was good. 

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Febuwhump Day 9: Human Weapon

Based on this writing challenge.

CW: sick whumpee, fever, forced transformation

Ren felt weak.

He stood swaying a little in front of the bathroom mirror. His reflection stared back, disheveled, flushed, eyes dark-circled and exhausted. His last fight had been two weeks ago. So why did he feel like crap now? Even the scar on his cheek hurt. Everything hurt. Everything felt like—

“Ren? We’re waiting for you. Need to debrief on the next job…” The voice—Cassidy’s voice—trailed off and morphed into concern. “Are you okay?”

No, no, I’m not. But Ren’s voice wouldn’t work, and he grunted a vague reply instead. I think I—I think I have a fever.

The world tilted, and the floor tiles rushed up to meet him, cool against his hot forehead. Something inside him was yelling, screaming at him to listen, to get the damn words out of his mouth and tell someone, anyone, what was happening to him.

It was just the like the man had predicted: his body was rebelling, because it was—

Because it was turning into a weapon.

[gilgamesh-enjoyer]

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[zoethehead]

Here you go @esbee-daisy

Read below as it's long

Caretaker managed to keep the now concussed sickie awake, long enough to make sure they wouldn't conk out and suffer dire consequences.

-

The sickie slowly comes around, feeling like absolute death, their head swimming and aching at the same time. They opened their eyes as their mind slowly adjusted to their surroundings.

They were laid on a couch, an icepack atop their forehead, the room was dimly lit.

They tried to sit up

The familiar dizziness holds onto sickie as they groan, they lay back down, clearly too weak to sit up.

"Easy does it, sickie, you hit your head pretty hard." A familiar voice said.

Sickie blinked away the sparks in their vision as they turned their head to see caretaker nearby.

"C-caretaker?" The sickie rasped.

"Yes, i'm here, sickie..." caretaker said, cradling the back of sickie's head.

The sickie doesn't remember hitting their head, just wooziness and then.... nothing.

Caretaker slowly lowered the sickie down against the pillow, removing the hand from underneath sickie's head.

Sickie felt the icepack being removed, a cool hand against their warm forehead as they let out a tiny whimper between pursed lips.

"Hmm... you're still warm, but it seems like the temperature's lowered quite a bit." Caretaker said.

"W-wait, what about work?" Sickie asked.

"I made sure to tell them that you'd be off til' you felt better." Caretaker reassured.

"But, didn't i waste all my sick days?" Sickie worried.

"Your manager understood, they put the pieces together and realized how worse off you were if you chose to overexhert yourself." Caretaker said.

The sickie blinked slowly, their mind weakly soaking up the info.

"I kinda had to keep you awake for a bit, you had a concussion." The caretaker explained.

"So.... how long was i out for then?" Sickie asked.

"After your concussion subsided, you were out for a good 2 and a half days."

2 and a half days.... it was that long?

It felt like more to whumpee, around a week maybe, but that was probably due to the fever and the aforementioned concussion.

"Look, you just rest up right now, i'll deal with everything right now, there will be some food for you when you're up again." Caretaker said.

Sickie smiled, closing their eyes and cocooning themselves in the soft blankets and quilts that were atop them as they drifted back into sleep.

Caretaker smiled, they brushed the hair away from sickie's forehead before replacing the now melted icepack with a recently frozen one from the freezer.

They kissed sickie on the forehead before setting the new icepack down on it.

"Rest well, sickie." Caretaker said as they smiled softly

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(hope you like it, i tried my best)

Sickie has made it through an agonizing work day but realizes when it’s finally time to leave, they’re too unwell to drive. They’re not about to put other people at risk getting behind the wheel of a car in this state. So they’re trying to make it home by foot, but keep having to stop when overcome with lightheadedness. At one point they literally have to plop down right in the middle of the sidewalk because their buckling legs refuse to even grant them the mercy of one more step to lean against a building. But once the spinning slows, they slowly and painstakingly pull themselves back to their shaky feet and continue on. Trembling with violent chills and swaying with each step. No one stops to help them, they just get disgruntled or disgusted looks by those who pass.

It just so happens Caretaker is driving home and happens to take note of the wobbly figure that’s stumbling around the sidewalk. They feel a pang of dire sympathy for that poor person, but before a thought even has time to form, they’ve done a double take when they realize that’s THEIR Sickie. Eyes wide, they throw on their blinkers and slam their car to the side, causing cars behind to beep at their abrupt turn.

But they can’t even pretend to care, not when they’re practically tripping over themselves getting out of the car to get to Sickie. Stumbling, pale, sweat-drenched Sickie. Sickie who is now veering listlessly to the side until their shoulder catches the brick wall of a building. The force of the hit, despite their slow gait, is enough to cause their drooping head to bounce against the wall with a crack. Caretaker is there just a second too late to cushion the blow. And the blinding, sparkling stars of blackness that explode before Sickies eyes prevent them from seeing that it’s Caretaker who grabs them in hopes to steady them.

Terrified by sudden hands on their body, Sickie stumbles blindly forward, trying to escape this strangers hold. But the world is slipping in and out of focus before them. The twinkling stars have cleared only to make way for a fog they hadn’t noticed before. And whatever they can make out before their eyes is stretching and bending and their ears are ringing and - someone is grabbing them again.

…..can someone finish this prompt for me? It’s been sitting in my drafts forever lol help

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

“Fuck, you’re so wet. This all for me, love?”

You felt your thighs squeeze around your lieutenants large hand at his filthy words, a soft mewl escaping your lips as your mind was too hazy to formulate a response.

“Nothing to say? You had plenty to say earlier when you were running that filthy little mouth of yours.” Simon’s tone was teasing, borderline mean. “Wanted me so damn bad, here I am sweetheart.”

You let out a strangled gasp as he curled his thick fingers, grazing the spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. “P-please.”

“Please? Please what. Use your words.” Simons fingers didn’t relent now that he knew he found your spot. He was nothing if not relentless.

“Please, I need to cum, sir.” You squealed, your eyes fluttering shut, your mind running completely blank.

At that, Simon ripped his fingers from your aching hole, his eyes not leaving yours as he proceeded to suck his digits clean. Before you could even comprehend how impossibly hot the action was, he had you spun around, practically slamming your back against the door of the supply closet you were currently hiding away in.

“You gonna be a good fuckin’ girl for me, Y/N?” He cooed in your ear, his hands roughly ripping your pants down to pool around your ankles. “Gonna be a good girl for you lieutenant?”

You gave a weak nod in reply, not daring to trust your voice. It seemed to be enough for him, as he was quick to unfasten his belt, his own pants pooling around his ankles as he lifted you with ease, prompting your legs to wrap securely around his bulky waist.

“Your pretty little thighs are shaking, love.” He was shamelessly teasing you now, but you’d lost any sense of shame at this point. “Does my cock still make you nervous, even after I’ve fucked you in this closet more times than either of us could count?”

You let out a muffled cry, biting into Simon’s shoulder as he slammed himself inside you without warning, his thick cock a welcome intrusion within your walls. The stretch was delicious, your warm walls welcoming his thick length with ease. You’d never get sick of this, of the way he felt inside of you.

His pace was brutal, never pausing once to let you adjust. He never did, he knew you could take him. You always did.

Your whines seemed to encourage him as he pressed into you harder, your back sure to be bruised from the force of being shoved against the door, but neither of you cared.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you for any one else, sweetheart.” He growled into your ear, his hot breath fanning against your earlobe. “Gonna ruin my pretty girl.”

And Simon Riley is a man of his word.

[jump-in-the-whump]

They lie there, wheezing, their body heavy, even their bones are hurting. 

They feel one hand slowly passing through their sweaty hair. Such a small thing that means so much to them. This is the first time, in what feels like months, that they have been touched this gently.

Suddenly, almost unconsciously, they feel their eyes become hot and wet, but they don’t dare open them for fear of what they might see. 

They just want to imagine they are safe and sound. 

Just for once.

[aetus]

I love following stormchasers in my area because there’s nothing better than getting a tornado warning and opening twitter to Guys I am at the tornado

[moonstruckme]

summary: when you're filling in for Sirius' assistant, you get a call that goes sour. Sirius decides to handle it.

cw: customer service lol

ceo!Sirius x fem!reader ♡ 969 words

Sirius is beginning to wonder if perhaps his assistant needs an assistant. Because surely, Len being sick for one day shouldn’t send the entire office into chaos, and yet. One morning without him had Sirius dialing your number to cajole you into spending the afternoon at his work playing receptionist. 

Really, it’s a pretty bang-up solution. Except for how you have to do work and how little work Sirius gets done with you here. His meeting isn’t over for five whole seconds before he’s prancing back to your desk for his third “coffee break” of the afternoon. 

“Hey, sweetness,” he says as he saunters through the doorway. “How’s it going?” 

His good mood falters at the sight that greets him. You’re visibly shaken, your pretty mouth downturned and eyes with that faraway look they get when you’re contemplating unpleasant thoughts. 

“It’s going okay,” you say slowly, raising your gaze to his somewhat uncertainly. Sirius doesn’t like that at all. “I just sent someone to your voicemail. I hope that’s okay.” 

“Sure, that’s fine.” Len knows better than to send regular clients to Sirius’ phone, but he could never hold that against you. He half sits on your desk, feeling his brow pucker. “What did they want?” 

“I…I feel like I barely know.” You shake your head, distraught. “First she wanted one of your client’s phone numbers…” 

Sirius feels his frown deepen. 

“Which of course I told her we couldn’t give out.” 

He nods sternly. 

“But then she wanted to talk to my boss, and I didn’t want to bother you because I knew you were in your meeting, so I tried to explain that. Then she wanted my name and phone number…” 

“You didn’t give her those either, did you?” Sirius interrupts to ask. 

You shake your head, expression still somewhat distant. Like you’re upset with yourself, and you don’t fully know why. 

“Okay,” he says, gentling his tone. “Good, baby. It sounds like you did all the right things.” 

“She was just sort of mean.” You frown. “She was so angry with me, it was like she thought I was being difficult on purpose. Or I was too stupid to be any real help.” 

A protective ire flares in Sirius’ chest. “She said that to you?” 

“No.” You shake your head again. “No, sorry, not…not explicitly. Just, she was really condescending. After I said you weren’t available, she started talking to me really slow, and enunciating, like she had to spell everything out for me. It was—I don’t know, maybe I’m being dramatic, but it felt like she was trying to make me feel stupid.” 

Your voice thins and quiets. Sirius tilts his head and leans over some, chasing a view of your face. You won’t look at him, your eyes shining faintly. 

“Hey,” he prompts. 

You raise your gaze to his. The humiliation in your expression makes him want to raze the world. 

“That’s not okay,” he says firmly. “You know that, right? No one should ever speak to you that way.” 

You don’t nod, don’t make any sound, but your lips press together harshly. 

Sirius makes a low, pitying noise. He bends to give you a hug. It’s an awkward fit, you sitting down and him stooped over you, but Sirius has always been willing to make a fool of himself for you. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” 

“It’s fine,” you murmur, though you hug him back fiercely. “Sorry, I’m sure Len gets a dozen calls like this a day. I should be able to handle it.” 

“I sure hope he doesn’t,” Sirius says. “He’s never mentioned it to me if he has. No one should have to handle that. That woman sounds fucking deranged.” 

A weak little laugh hiccups out of you. “She wasn’t very nice.” 

“No, she wasn’t. You said you sent her to my voicemail?” 

“Mhm,” you hum. Sirius is pleased to feel some of the tension seeping out of you. He rubs up and down your back. “Sorry, she wouldn’t take no for an answer and after a while I just really wanted to get off the phone. You don’t have to call her back.” 

“Would you stop that?” Sirius pulls away, palming your cheek. A couple of tears have caught in your lashes. “You aren’t the one who ought to be apologizing. You did exactly what you were supposed to do. Understand?” 

You nod sheepishly. 

“Good.” He kisses between your brows. “Now, I am going to call her back, and I’m going to get an apology from someone who deserves to give one. Do you want to listen in?” 

“Sirius,” you murmur. “She’s going to shout at you. Don’t put yourself through that for me.” 

“Oh, don’t worry about me, sweetness. I can guarantee you I am going to be the most angry person on that call.” 

You get a look Sirius knows well. Wary, bashful. A reluctant appreciation you try to hide. It’s the way you look at him when he calls in a favor to get you a last-minute reservation or books out a park so you can ice skate without the crowd. Like you’re not sure whether to chide him or kiss him. 

Sirius prefers when you choose the latter, obviously. It’s probably because you choose it so often that he feels comfortable curling his finger under your chin, gently turning your face up to his. 

“You deserve an apology.” 

“So confident you’re going to get one,” you whisper, teasing. 

Sirius’ lips tug. “I know I am. Do you want to be there to receive it?” 

Your expression flickers. “Thank you, but I’d rather not.” You hesitate. “Can I say something pathetic?” 

“You’re never pathetic, but go on.” 

“I think if I hear her voice I might cry again.” 

Oh, Sirius is definitely going to make this woman cry now. 

[somber-sapphic]

hi somber can I plesse request Alex Danvers from Supergirl getting sick after fighting an alien that causes cold/flu sickness as a side effect in the hours afterwards. possibly featuring worried sister Kara looking after Alex back to the lab before we go collect her? prompts could be “You really don’t look good…” and “You look like death warmed over.” 🌈🌺

Fevered Love

〖Notes: Look, I'll be honest, I don't like this one. I've rewritten it probably five times over the last few weeks and I just couldn't get it right. I'm really sorry I couldn't do it justice, I'll do better in the future.〗

〖Summary: Kara calls you in a panic, insistent that Alex is dying.〗

〖Word Count: 1.2k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Alex x Reader〗

☾Masterlists☽

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It wasn’t often that you got a frantic phone call from your sister-in-law begging you to hop on a plane and come home because (In Kara’s words) “I think Alex is dying”. That had been enough to jolt you out of your sleepy 4 am haze and push her for more information while tugging on socks while racing to pack everything up.

You hadn’t managed to get much more out of her, just that there had been a fight with an unknown alien and that Alex had gotten herself hit and that was about it. Kara had said that she couldn’t remember anything else important. Unfortunately, it was the ‘unimportant’ things that you really needed to know. Such as Alex’s temperature, her diagnosis, and if they had given her any medication.

It had taken you ten minutes to convince the woman who could literally fly faster than the speed of sound to come to get you, her arguing that she couldn’t leave Alex alone for all of the thirty seconds it would take for her to get you from England. You had finally convinced her that the brunette could be alone while she was sleeping and encouraged Kara to fly to you and bring you home.

Now, there you were, fighting with a clingy, feverish Alex while also trying to convince Kara that your fiancée would be fine. The blonde was incredibly distraught, while Alex seemed more interested in playing with your necklace. They had definitely given her something strong because she was totally and completely out of it.

“She’s been acting like this for hours! She fell asleep on the floor and then tried to make quesadillas, Y/n, I don’t know what to do!” the alien said, wringing her hands in distress. Her bright blue eyes were full of intense panic but at this point, you were more or less just exhausted. You were trying to gauge Alex’s condition, but it was difficult to do with Kara’s nonstop chattering and the woman’s utter disinterest in cooperating.

“Kara!” You finally snapped, shutting her up. She looked at you wide-eyed, her jaw hanging open in shock. Your fiancée stilled, both of them startled by your harsh tone. It wasn’t often that you were anything but soft-spoken and neither woman could actually recall a time that you had raised your voice.

“Kara,” You breathed, taking a moment to compose yourself before you continued. “I know you’re worried, but Alex will be fine. She’s loopy from medication, not dying. Now will you please stop yelling? It's four in the morning and you’re giving me a headache.”

“Mhm. Tried to tell’er.” Alex put in, already sounding a bit more coherent. Good, that would make her a bit easier to understand. You’d seen the woman with a high fever once and she had done some strange stuff. You’d found her wandering the apartment building wearing a tutu which you really had no idea how she got her hands on. It hadn’t been a fun 24 hours.

“Y-you sure?” Kara asked, sounding meek. The worry for her sister was endearing but also sort of annoying. Maybe you’d be able to deal with it in the morning, but for now, you just needed some quiet to tend to your fiancée.

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go home, get some rest. Tell Lena I said hi. I’ve got her, okay?” You walked over and squeezed the blonde’s shoulder, leading her slowly toward the door. Kara glanced back at Alex one last time and gave a small wave, which the brunette returned although with admittedly less gusto.

“Take care of her.” You smiled warmly at the reporter and nodded.

“Of course, Kar. I’ll call you in the morning. Go sleep.” She reluctantly left, tugging on the edge of her shirt as she walked down the hall. You hated making her leave when she was so anxious, but you needed to deal with Alex on your own, she would only make it worse with her hovering.

The woman pulled you out of your thoughts with a harsh coughing fit and drew you back to her side, biting your lip as you tried to figure out what to do.

“Aw Lex, you really don’t look good…” You sighed, taking a seat beside her on the couch. She whined tiredly and put her head on your shoulder, curling up against your side. She had barely said two words since you’d gotten home, and it didn’t seem like she was interested in saying anything for the time being.

“Do you remember what Hamilton gave you?” You murmured, content to just let her sleep for a while. You were exhausted from the conference and had suddenly remembered that you’d need to call your boss and somehow explain how you’d gotten from England to America in only a few hours in the middle of the night.

“I dunno, somethin’ strong. Said I’d be better ‘n a few days. M’sorry about Kara, she gets worried.” The brunette yawned, wrapping shaky hands around your bicep. You didn’t really understand how she could be trembling so hard while pressed so close to you, but you assumed it had to do with the fever.

“Shh, don’t worry her. How about we both get some sleep? You really do look like death warmed over.” You were teasing her a bit now, feeling more confident that you could actually take care of her. She was making sense now, which was a good sign. The way that her nose was running onto your collarbone and the wheezy sound of her breathing wasn’t particularly reassuring, but at least she wasn’t talking nonsense.

“Thanks for coming home. You didn’t have to do that.” The brunette sighed, letting out a deep chesty cough which she muffled into your shoulder. If this was contagious you would undoubtedly be getting it. You’d call Dr. Hamilton in the morning and get all of the information.

“Even if Kara didn’t tell me you were dying, I would’ve come home. I love you, Alexandra Danvers. Alien virus or not.” You heard her laugh quietly and leaned closer to her, trying to pretend that you were only doing it for her. If you were being honest, you really needed the hug.

The conference was so overwhelming, and you felt incompetent compared to everyone else there. A sick fiancée wasn’t precisely what you were hoping for to get you out of it, but at least you were home. Plus, Alex clearly needed you. Of course, this was about her needing you. Not the other way around.

“I love you too Y/n Y/l/n. You’re bein’ sappy, you okay?” The brunette prodded, putting you before herself, as always. You sighed heavily and kissed her warm forehead, leaving your nose pressed against her hairline. She smelled like vanilla and fresh cotton.

“Let’s worry about me later. For now, it’s bedtime. Sick girls need to rest.” Your lips quirked up when she kicked you and you both settled back into the couch, neither of you having the energy to get up and go to bed. Who needed a bed when there was another person to cuddle? Alex was more comfortable than any pillow could ever be.

You could tell by the way that she was breathing that it wouldn’t be an easy few days, but for the time being, all you could do was be there for her. Maybe she’d have more information in the morning. 

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[silverskyeline]

ੈ♡˳ domestic life with old man logan. old man logan x gn!reader

♡ domestic life with logan is slow, peaceful. mornings involve him grumbling, tossing in the sheets as you nuzzle against his side. he's sure he'd be content here, with you, forever if he could. you draw mindless shapes on his chest and he traces his calloused fingers up and down your arm as he adjusts to the land of the living.

♡ you often find him in the kitchen in the morning, shirt unbuttoned, white tank underneath with his belt half done and a mug of coffee in his hand and his phone in the other. he's squinting at it, always insisting he doesn't need his glasses. but you place them on the bridge of his nose anyway, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek while he mumbles something about them being useless.

♡ there's not always time for home-cooked meals from him, but when there is, he'll have countless cookbooks scattered across the kitchen. pots will boil over, curses barking from his lips, a towel draped over his shoulder as he fusses over the meal he's trying so hard to make for you. he should know by now you'd be content with scraps, as long as he'll bless you with his company.

♡ on free days, you both rest on the sofa. logan is propped up with his feet on the coffee table, book in hand, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose he'll occasionally push up. you're curled up beside him, head in his lap as he rests the book on the top of your head. he cards his fingers through your hair in soothing motions, causing your eyes to flutter shut under his gentle touch. sometimes he'll read to you too, in bed, the rumbling baritone of his voice comforting you like no other.

♡ on rough days, the days logan struggles to drag his weary heavy bones from bed - you're there for him. he doesn't like to be pampered, refuses that kind of treatment no matter how hard you try, so instead you're suggestive, careful in your words - or forgo words entirely. there's a coffee waiting for him on his bedside table, there's already a bath run when he enters the bathroom, you're already on the sofa with a movie he likes ready to play when he enters the living room.

these silent admissions of love and care fill his heart with more warmth than he's known in a long time, and he wonders what he ever did to deserve you, while you think the same of him.

♡ on your rough days, logan is there every step of the way. he knows you're sick before you do, it's one of the perks of having the senses he does. he can't help but fuss over you in a way that he'd never let you return. his hand would press to your forehead continuously, checking your temperature, pulling you in against him on the bed as he insists you need to rest. a man who's lost as much as he has would never take any risks.

♡ logan is terrible at texting, but he does it for you. he'll send you an 'x' to let you know he's arrived at work safely. if you're lucky, he'll send a picture of something that reminds him of you, a place name or a dog he's passed that he knows you'll go crazy for. you're on his mind more than he'll ever admit, at least to anyone but you.

♡ he'll kiss you like a man starved when he returns home from work - or sometimes it's those slow, sensual, 'make you weak at the knees' kind of kisses, a kiss that tells you he really missed you. logan's hand will thread up your hair behind your head and take root there, his other hand a firm grip on your waist as he tastes what's his. "missed you," he'll mutter against your lips, eyes closed as if he can't face your loving gaze, like he doesn't deserve it.

for the 'old' prompt for logantober <3

[lexus-k4]

Dp x DC ideas/prompt

I've read many fan fics and storries where Danny is refered to as "the danger twink" and it got me thinking. What if Danny was an extreme danger twink where when you look at him you don't think he is even capable of looking or being a danger twink let alone and extreme danger twink.

It would go something like this:

*Danny, had his accident at an earlier age so younger than 14, his halfa status makes him grow slower so his 'puberty' would be in his like late teens to early 20's , Danny had bad neglectful parents so he doesn't look the best but in Amity he had somewhat of a food intake with fast food, Sam, Tucker and jazz. Trained in martial arts by Maddie Fenton, and jazz taught him psychology stuff unintentionally, jack Fenton taught him how to properly throw punches and his fights with the ghosts caused him to research human weak points and how to use them to his advantage before he realised not all of them worked on ghosta.*

-now you have a 14 year old Danny, after whatever accident or plot got him to Gotham, looks like he's maybe 12-13, extremely malnourished, looks pale and sickly, has his left arm clearly wrapped in bandages covering an injury and neck (compression bandages for damaged nerves from accident electrocution but no one knows that), cold to the touch probably because of whatever sickness he has and overall looking horrible, and is in a situation of attempted kidnapping, mugging or trafficking every other night or whatever-

Random guy with a knife: hey kid, you better do what I say or you'll be meeting the afterlife sooner rather than later.

Danny aware of his miss leading appearance and just fed up: been there done that, did you know that the after life is green. Oh and there's no choice where you go. Satan's more annoying than scary, like he's got these big horns on his head but-

Random guy confused as fuck: what? - no, I'm not joking. You better follow me or I will have to use force.

Danny: mmmmmm.nuh-uh.

Random guy: ... The fuck you mean nuh-uh?!

Danny: I mean. Nuh-uh. Now good bye. *promptly charges at the guy, disarms the knife from his hand and tosses him over his shoulder despite being like twice his height and throws a well placed kick to his head so he's knocked out.*

RedHood and Nightwing who were hanging out on a mission following traffickers, on top of the roof of one of the buildings overlooking the alleyway this happened in-

Nightiwnt: I'm not seeing things right? That kid just threw that guy like it was nothing... Right?

Red hood: I... Yeah? I mean... Huh?

...

Red Robin having a run in with Danny who again got caught in some random guys attempt to take him or mug him or something. And just as red Robin jumps down to help Danny had already sweeped the guys legs and knocked him unconscious: wait what?

Danny: oh. Hi. I uhhh... He started it. *points at the unconscious guy*

Red Robin: huh?

...

*the bats and birds in the cave, having a meeting because most of them have had a run in with this supposedly 'danger twink' and Oracle showing what ever street camera footage they found of the many times this kid has done something that made no sense like Russian suplexing a mugger, knocking out a group of 4 ppl when they attempted to kidnap him and so on*

Batman: how many of you guys have met him so far?

Nightwing: me, Hood, red Robin and Spoiler. And Signal I believe.

Signal: yeah, I heard some comotions and when I went to check I just saw the kid stood in an alley surrounded by about 3 unconscious bodies and 2 guys holding a knife and a bat looking like they were about to soil their pants...

Batman pinches his nose bridge and is about to speak before Oracle speaks over and pops up on the bat computer.

Oracle: sorry to interrupt, but I just spotted this kid again, and this times it's in clear footage. But this is different. He's not attacking just... Talking? Oh, wait no... Worse he's mentally attacking and psycho-analyzing. Ther is audio.

Oracle puls up a feed and the bats and birds proceed to watch a live feed of Danny verbally chewing out what looks to be a mLe adult holding a gun that still has its safety on, a male teen holding a knife and a female teen holding a duffle of what is assumed to be full of stolen items. The adult proceeds to start crying as he goes to the floor and starts rocking hinself, followed by the male teen collapses to the floor having an existential critics covering his ears then the girl follows with her face covered in tears as she proceeds to have a therapy session with Danny and Danny just helps back as she just spills every detail about her life and struggles all while sobbing heavily.

Red Hood: ... Can I just say... I am actually scared of this kid... Like... He scares me...

Nightwing: ... I don't even know what to say.

Signal: ... I think I like him.

Red Robin: I don't wanna risk being on the receiving end.

Robin: that is a good attack method...

Spoiler: ... Yeah I agree with Hood.

Batman: .... *heavy sigh*

Orphan/Batgirl: New brother :D

Sorry for any spelling mistakes.