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Danny/Duke, Black, O, A camera shutter noise, @thevikingfish-nimhrodell

It’s the tell-tale sound of a photo being taken that finally pulls Danny out of his thoughts and back into the rest of the world. Somehow, it’s gotten to be the late afternoon. The library is a wash of golden light and there might even be bird song outside. Its hard to hear over the cicadas.

None of that really is Danny’s focus, though. All of his attention is on the fact that his boyfriend is sitting across from him now, phone still raised from just having taken a photo. It makes Danny blush.

Duke snaps another photo.

“Duke,” Danny mumbles and rubs at the back of his neck.

“What?” Duke asks innocently, though he does finally lower his phone. “You’re too pretty not to take a picture of.”

Danny’s snort says everything he thinks about that. Maybe, maybe he used to be a little pretty, but then his death delayed growth spurt hit and now he was… well, it wasn’t pretty. He was too large, too clumsy, too… much. And certainly not pretty.

“Hey.” Duke reaches out and takes Danny’s hand, twining their fingers together. “You are. I like the way you can just wrap me up in your arms. And your jawline is really something.”

“Duke,” Danny whines with a deepening blush.

“I’ll keep saying it all until you believe it,” Duke says with a shrug. “I like your hands too.”

Danny snorts again, but it’s much less derisive this time. “Yeah, that one I know. You like them a little too much.”

“There is no too much,” Duke says loftily. “Now pack up so we can go to catch a movie before dinner. There’s a double feature of those old space adventure movies you like so much, but we’ll have to hurry if we’re going to make it.”

“Wait, what—Captain Starshot? Fuck yeah!” Danny hurries to pack up. “How did you even find out about this?”

“I have my ways.”

“Tim told you.”

“Tim told me.”

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Adopt Danny operation is forming in their heads, I just know it.

Adorable promptalomp, would love a continuation of this if you feel up to it!!

No rush! Make sure to take care of yourself Clocky!!!

Danny & Flashfam, White, X, rain on a tent, @wandixx

Danny’s pretty sure that he’s in Missouri. There’s the start of mountains, at least, and he doesn’t think he’s traveled far enough to be in Arkansas yet. That’s the Ozarks, right? He thinks that’s the Ozarks. Whatever they are, it’s way easier to stay hidden here than in the flat planes of south Illinois.

The small, pup tent from his go bag has been set up against one of the rocky cliff sides, a pitiful attempt to keep the rain from battering it as badly. It’s something, at least.

He’s dry, at least.

So what if his clothing is getting wet instead of drying? He’d just washed it anyways. It getting more wet wouldn’t matter. He just needs some sun for it to dry out before he has to move on. Which is… sometime.

His stomach whines loudly. He takes another tiny bit of the survival bar and watches the water drip slowly through the filter on his bottle. It’s something, at least.

Danny jolts awake to a 'sprog' sound that’s strait out of a cartoon. A body hits the ground with a startled squeak. Before he can even think about it, Danny is out of his tent, baton expanded and ready to his side.

Except it’s not a a GIW agent.

It’s a kid.

A kid like him with bright red hair, a scattering of freckles, and a bright red blush.

“Dude,” the kid squeaks, “why are you naked?!”

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Danny & Flashfam, White, X, rain on a tent, @wandixx

Danny’s pretty sure that he’s in Missouri. There’s the start of mountains, at least, and he doesn’t think he’s traveled far enough to be in Arkansas yet. That’s the Ozarks, right? He thinks that’s the Ozarks. Whatever they are, it’s way easier to stay hidden here than in the flat planes of south Illinois.

The small, pup tent from his go bag has been set up against one of the rocky cliff sides, a pitiful attempt to keep the rain from battering it as badly. It’s something, at least.

He’s dry, at least.

So what if his clothing is getting wet instead of drying? He’d just washed it anyways. It getting more wet wouldn’t matter. He just needs some sun for it to dry out before he has to move on. Which is… sometime.

His stomach whines loudly. He takes another tiny bit of the survival bar and watches the water drip slowly through the filter on his bottle. It’s something, at least.

Danny jolts awake to a 'sprog' sound that’s strait out of a cartoon. A body hits the ground with a startled squeak. Before he can even think about it, Danny is out of his tent, baton expanded and ready to his side.

Except it’s not a a GIW agent.

It’s a kid.

A kid like him with bright red hair, a scattering of freckles, and a bright red blush.

“Dude,” the kid squeaks, “why are you naked?!”

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Omg I love this, Clocky dearest I believe I am in Love with this prompt story.

(I am fervently reading every story as they come out!!)

Danny/Constantine, Black, O, ceiling fan

@hurricanekelsea

It was hot. Worse, it was humid. It was hot and humid and just absolutely disgusting. Danny didn’t know why he was putting up with this weather. He dragged the swiftly melting ice cube down his neck.

He could be in the far frozen right now.

But no, instead he was in Kentucky.

He was in Kentucky, stripped down to his boxers, laying under the one goddamn ceiling fan in the whole House, practically making out with ice cubes in a futile attempt to stay cool. Fuck everything.

“Well, aren’t you a sight, lovey.”

“Don’t,” Danny said, eyes stubbornly closed. “It’s too fucking hot for fucking.”

“Oh, so now I can’t give my beau a compliment without wanting something?”

Danny felt a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “I know your ways, John Constantine.”

“Don’t know, luv,” John said. There was the soft thump of his trench coat hitting the ground followed by two thunks of shoes. “I think I still have ways to surprise you.”

“Yes, well, those ways are going to have to wait until it’s cooler,” Danny said. “Kentucky, John.”

“Yeah, luv,” John said as he joined Danny on the floor. His knuckles just barely brushed Danny’s. “Fucking Kentucky."

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Danny/Constantine, Black, O, ceiling fan

@hurricanekelsea

It was hot. Worse, it was humid. It was hot and humid and just absolutely disgusting. Danny didn’t know why he was putting up with this weather. He dragged the swiftly melting ice cube down his neck.

He could be in the far frozen right now.

But no, instead he was in Kentucky.

He was in Kentucky, stripped down to his boxers, laying under the one goddamn ceiling fan in the whole House, practically making out with ice cubes in a futile attempt to stay cool. Fuck everything.

“Well, aren’t you a sight, lovey.”

“Don’t,” Danny said, eyes stubbornly closed. “It’s too fucking hot for fucking.”

“Oh, so now I can’t give my beau a compliment without wanting something?”

Danny felt a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. “I know your ways, John Constantine.”

“Don’t know, luv,” John said. There was the soft thump of his trench coat hitting the ground followed by two thunks of shoes. “I think I still have ways to surprise you.”

“Yes, well, those ways are going to have to wait until it’s cooler,” Danny said. “Kentucky, John.”

“Yeah, luv,” John said as he joined Danny on the floor. His knuckles just barely brushed Danny’s. “Fucking Kentucky."

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Danny in Metropolis Ch 6, Part 1(?)

masterpost pls no concrit or editing, I am migrained while on vacation <3

“What do you mean you have a boyfriend?!”

“Bart,” Kon mumbled into his pillow. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“No sleeping! Explaining!” Kon’s bed bounced as Bart flopped down onto it. (He wasn’t mindful of his elbows either.)

“Bart,” Kon groaned as he shoved back.

Bart dodged Kon’s sleepy move easily only to end up practically perched on Kon’s back. “Dude, come on. You got a boyfriend and you didn’t tell us!”

“It’s a new thing,” Kon said as he gave up on sleep and rolled over, dislodging Bart. “Today—yesterday? Whatever the fuck time it is now, our first date was just yesterday, okay? I basically told you all as soon as it was a thing.”

“But what about before it was a thing?! What about the growing crush! The pinning! The emotional angst! What about the story!!”

“…Bart,” Kon said slowly, “have you been reading too much fanfic again?”

“Fuck off,” Bart said brightly. “You know exactly what I mean. Tim is crushed.”

“Tim hasn’t said anything,” Kon pointed out.

“Exactly!” Bart exclaimed as he flopped back down next to Kon. Well, mostly next to, a little on Kon. “You know he’s seen it, it’s Tim. And because he hasn’t said anything it’s, like, so telling. He’s giving you the silent treatment, dude.”

Kon rolled over, away from Bart. “…well, yeah, that’s stupid. He’s not my boyfriend.”

Bart’s silence was excruciatingly pointed.

“Shut up,” Kon snapped. “He went and started dating Bernard. Besides, it would have been weird with whatever the fuck it is that Bruce has going on with my parents.”

“Aw,” Bart cooed and flung himself over Kon’s shoulder. “You called them your parents!”

“Bart.”

“No, it’s good! It’s progress!” Bart said. “And look, I know that Tim, like, totally whiffed on your little crush. Totally not crash, I get it, but it’s Tim. He’s stupid like that. And you’re still his very best friend. I just guess he’s a little hurt that he didn’t know.”

Kon sighed before he twisted quickly to pull Bart into his arms to be the little spoon. He buried his face into the mop of bright red hair.

“Danny is my first real crush,” Kon said softly, words slightly muffled. “Whatever the fuck I had about Tim was like… not know what a best friend felt like. Hero worship. Something. Danny is… Danny is real. I just needed some time to figure it out, you know?”

“Not really,” Bart said honestly, “but, like, I get it, I guess? Like I get why you wanted too, even if I don’t get the whole crush thing.”

“You don’t have to get it,” Kon said. “You’ll always have us.”

“And more us too!” Bart chirped. Then paused. Then started to flail. “Wait, do you think Danny will like me?!”

Kon tightened his grip on Bart. “I think you’re just the sort of chaos that Danny will adore. Now shut the fuck up and be a good teddy bear and go to sleep, okay?”

“Kon,” Bart whined.

“Bart,” Kon mocked back. “You can stay the whole night, okay? But I need to sleep.”

“Fine,” Bart huffed and then went completely boneless in only the way that a Speedster could.

Kon smiled into Bart’s fluffy hair and closed his eyes.

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AWW MY BABIES!

(poor Danny and poor wally.)

The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 7, Part 1

masterpost

“Locked on!”

“—stable!”

“—not me! Danny—”

“Don’t you let go!”

“But—”

“Don’t—”

“—have him!”

“Secure!”

“Go—”

“Medical!”

“—anny! Danny!”

“Clear!”

“Danny!”

Words became noise became a high pitched whine became silence—

—then a beep.

No, rhythmic beeps.

Slow, rhythmic beeps. Slow, soft breathing near his ear. Against his neck. The rise and fall of someone’s chest pressed close against his back. The soft hiss of oxygen into his noise.

Danny batted a rubbery hand against the nasal canals. A warm hands wrapped around around his. Danny whined. He hated oxygen tubes.

“—leaving that on until the doctors say otherwise, Danny Horatio Fenton,” the person connected to the hands said.

“‘s still not middle name,” Danny mumbled. His tongue tasted like sawdust.

“At this rate, it’s going to be,” the voice said. Danny struggled to place it as muffled as everything sounded. “There will be no checking yourself out against doctor’s orders this time, not for you or for Wally.”

“…Wally?”

What was wrong with Wally?

Wally was supposed to be safe.

“…Wally’s suffering some side effects from his time in the Speed Force. There’s some malnutrition, dehydration, and muscle atrophy, but we expect a full recovery,” the voice explained as if on route. No, not ‘the voice’, Dick. That was Dick. Why then…

“‘old me before?” Danny guessed. He tried to pry his eyes open, but they refused to cooperate.

“Yeah, honey, a few times. I don’t think you’ve been fully awake yet.”

Danny huffed. Maybe if the words were less muffled he could remember them. Danny managed to get a hand free of the comforting grip to rub at his ear. It didn’t help. The whine he made sounded pitiful even to his broken ears.

“Danny? What’s wrong?” Dick’s fingertips brushed just barely against Danny’s temple.

He leaned into the touch with another whine. “Ears all… wrong. Harda hear.”

Danny felt the rumble of talking from the person behind him, but he couldn’t make the low voice out.

“It’s okay, Wally,” Dick said. “I’m just going to call a doctor up to check over Danny.

“—anny?” Oh, that was Wally.

“‘alls?” Danny finally managed to pry his eyes open only to squeeze them shut tightly again. The world was just a swirling blur of white. It was too much.

It hurt.

“Danny?”Hands Danny had never felt before cupped Danny’s cheeks. The fingers were gentle as they brushed away Danny’s tears. “Hey, Danny, breathe. We’re here. We’re both here…”

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Danny in Metropolis Ch 5, P 3

masterpost first draft, please no editing on concrit

Kon glanced at Danny for what was apparently the nth too many time by the puzzled way that Danny smiled back.

“What?” Danny asked.

“What what?” Kon asked back.

Danny rolled his eyes. “You keep staring at me.”

“Do not.”

“Totally do too.”

Kon huffed. “Okay, fine, maybe I do. I guess I just expected you to be more… I don’t know, curious about where we’re going.”

“I am curious,” Danny insisted, “but if you wanted me to know ahead of time, you would have told me. I’m okay with a surprise, since it’s you.”

Kon fought back a blush. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Danny said with a blush of his own that he totally failed to fight. “I don’t know. I guess just… know that you’re not going to let anything bad happen to me while I’m with you.”

“Oh.” Kon blinked. He gave a little shake of his head to clear it. “Yeah, of course not. I’d never. I’d stop anything bad from ever happening to you it I could.”

Danny smiled crookedly. “That’s sweet.”

“It’s true.”

“It can be true and sweet at the same time. Those aren’t, you know, contradicting or anything,” Danny pointed out. “And, hell, even contradicting things can be at the same time.”

“I don’t know about that,” Kon said.

“Nah, trust me,” Danny said. “I’m an expert at this. Both things can totally be true at the same time.”

“Oh, you’re an expert, I see,” Kon said with a little nod. “I guess I better listen to you then.”

“Just best to,” Danny agreed with a little grin. “But only in contradictions.”

Kon chuckled and pressed a kiss to Danny’s cheek. “Got it. And come on, we’re here?”

Danny glanced up at the neon sign. “Roll it Over?”

“Weird name, right? But I think it will actually be fun,” Kon said as he opened the door to the roller rink. Which was like opening the door to an oddly wholesome rave that the 80’s threw up on. “Fun with a lot of black lights and neon, apparently.”

“Pretty sure there’s a disco ball in there too,” Danny said as he stepped through the door. “A roller rink?”

“Yeah,” Kon said. He turned one of his bracelets nervously. “They, um, they do roller derby here apparently and use it as a regular roller rink. Have you have skated before?”

“Just ice skating,” Danny said. He tilted his head at the rack of skates. “Four wheels has to be easier than a deadly blade, right?”

Kon laughed and nudged Danny closer to the counter. “Usually? I mean, if that exists comparison exists for any other reason. And if you are worse on four wheels, I’ll be right with you, okay?”

Danny gave a determined dip of his chin. “Yeah, okay. Right, let’s try it then.”

“Yeah?” Kon grinned and gave Danny’s hand a little tug. “Come on, we have to get our skates first. I bet they have some amazingly horrible food for later too.”

“I can smell the chili cheese from here,” Danny said.

He let Kon pull him along trough the skate rental and onto the rink without protest. They stuck against the outside edge while Danny worked to get his feet under him, literally. Kon kept one of Danny’s hands the whole time. If he also used a little TTK them both upright, well, what was wrong with that? It’s not like it was obvious what he was doing. He just wanted the date to go well.

“Come on, give me your other hand,” Kon urged.

“Nope. Sorry Con, but this railing an I are an item now. You’ll just have to accept a third in our relationship,” Danny said.

Kon gasped dramatically. “On our first date Danny? How could you?”

Danny sniffed. “Well, you shouldn’t have introduced me to such a stunning example of physical support if you didn’t want me to literally fall for it.”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?” Kon asked, not completely able to hold back his laughter.

“Exactly,” Danny said. “You get it now. You just have to be careful what sort of architecture you introduce me to in the future.”

“I don’t see how it’s my fault when you didn’t tell me you were a [WORD from the start of our relationship.”

“A what?”

“Person who falls in love with inanimate objects or building or has sexually relationships with,” Kon explained with a shrug. “There was a documentary about it streaming on one of the things. Morbid curiosity got to my friends and me.”

“Huh. Well.” Danny blinked owlishly. “I guess there really are all types.”

“Let’s face it, not the weirdest thing that you’ve heard of,” Kon said. “Not when we live in Metropolis.”

“True,” Danny agreed easily. “We do have a bunch of alien protectors flying around. And Lex Luthor. That guy gives me the creeps.”

Kon almost stumbled. “Just, like, what you’ve heard about him…?”

Please let that be all.

“Sure, that, but he’s worse in person,” Danny said, oblivious of Kon’s panic. “Like, I’m not accusing the guy of anything, and he’s never done anything, but I wouldn’t wouldn’t want to be in a room alone with that guy, you know?”

Kon tried to swallow back the bundle of nerves.

It didn’t work.

“Yeah,” Kon managed. “I know.”

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DoMAYn Day 5 Ch 3, P 1

posting from the highseas! Masterpost

Bruce closes Leslie’s office door behind him as he steps in. She doesn’t even look up from the reports that she’s going over as she waves for him to take a seat. He does so, folding his hands as he waits for her to finish.

“Jason’s reflexes are slow, but there is already some improvement. He’ll need physical therapy to recover, and he might not recover all of the way. Also, we’ll need to get him in for an MRI and an EKG as soon as possible,” Leslie says. “Danny claims that he pulled Jason out quickly, but Jason’s been dead for months. We have to assume that there might be issues.”

“Right,” Bruce says as he rubs at his face.

“You have your own tests to run too,” Leslie points out, as if Bruce could have forgotten.

Despite the obvious, Bruce nodes. “Dick is on his way in. I’ve called in some help to check Jason’s grave without disturbing it. We’ll run DNA as soon as we’re home. But Leslie, even if he is a clone…”

“I know.” Her words are short but not unkind. “But your family deserve to know the truth, even if it won’t change how much you’ll love him.”

“Hn.”

“Don’t ‘hn’ me,” she says. “You’ll need to keep the wounds on his hands clean, but it isn’t awful. He’ll likely develop some bruises, but that is easy enough. The real challenge will be his mental state. I know that you don’t—”

“Leslie.”

“No, Bruce,” she snaps back. “You ignoring your own mental health is one thing, but this is your son—or at least close enough—who remembers dying. He needs the help of a professional. I don’t care what story you spin for the press, but find someone who can help Jason handle the fact that he died six months ago.”

Bruce takes a breath, lets it out slowly, and nods. “I will.”

“You better.” She says it like the treat it is.

“What about Danny?” Bruce asks, in part to change the conversation.

Leslie crosses her hands on top of her desk. “You are not Danny’s legal guardian.”

“Leslie.”

“Yes, Bruce?”

Bruce sighs. “I know you’ve noticed the same things I have about the boy.”

“You’re not his guardian, Bruce.”

“He pulled my son out of his own grave! He was there so that Jason didn’t have to come back alone. And he is scared,” Bruce says, temper barely in check. “He is scared. Worse, he’s confused by the fact that we care that he’s scared.”

Leslie’s chin dips as she sighs. “I know. His behavior is worrying.”

“Then let me try to help,” Bruce insists. “Let me try to pay back a little bit of what he’s done for me. If nothing else, for Jason. You’ve seen how attached he is to Danny.”

“Like a baby goose imprinting,” Leslie agrees with another sigh. She clicks open new files on her computer. “As I’ve said, his pulse and blood pressure are both worryingly low. Despite this, his reflexes are sharp. Mental acuity is a little low, but it’s late and he has every right to be tired. Also he’s a little dehydrated and could use a good meal or seven. He’s pretty much underweight for his age and height, but without records, which from the sound of it don’t exist, I can’t say if that’s a big issue or just how he’s growing. He wouldn’t let me take blood.”

It’s nothing unexpected, and Bruce nods, “Do you think that stems from him being a meta?”

“Maybe,” Leslie says even though she clearly means ‘no’. “My gut says it’s more than that. A kid doesn’t end up that confused over an adult caring about them unless they don’t have adults who care at home. There’s not enough there for me to make a report on, though. I mean, not outside of being in the middle of Gotham at this time of night, but that’s not exactly unusual around your lot. I assume you have someone looking into his home life?”

Bruce nods. “Barbara is on it.”

“Good. Keep me informed,” she says and stands. “And for now, take them both home, feed them a warm meal, and make sure they rest. I don’t care if they have to be put in a room together to keep Jason calm, you make sure that they rest, understood?”

“Understood,” Bruce agrees. It’s nothing he wasn’t going to do anyways.

“Good. I’ll be over at breakfast to get new data. With all the unknowns, the more we can track Jason’s progress the better,” she says.

Bruce stands. His hair is only messed up further as he runs a hand through it. “Thank you, Leslie.”

“Thank me by getting Jason therapy. I mean it, Bruce.”

Bruce just gives another nod and shows himself out of the office.

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So, um, those who follow my main will know i need a distraction. Fanfic might be easier than og work.

Considering the reverent!Jason and older!Danny who rules Crime Alley story. Question is what sort of age gap... Jason is fresh from the LOA at 19.

Danny is...?

Airing date time age of 35?

Older?

Younger?

35 but with some white starting at the temple?

What sort of Danny do we want to pin Jason down over er... be around?

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I like how you think clock. I like it a lot.

I think 35 is a good age to do that with. A silver fox if your will.

So, um, those who follow my main will know i need a distraction. Fanfic might be easier than og work.

Considering the reverent!Jason and older!Danny who rules Crime Alley story. Question is what sort of age gap... Jason is fresh from the LOA at 19.

Danny is...?

Airing date time age of 35?

Older?

Younger?

35 but with some white starting at the temple?

What sort of Danny do we want to pin Jason down over er... be around?

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 8, Part 2 - The End

masterpost, (so sleepy from travel. been awake so long. there will be mistakes)

“Bold choice, starting out with lunch,” Danny teased as he arrived at the table.

Wally and Dick were on opposite sides, positioned so that Danny would be next to one and across from the other. The way that they both turned to smile at Danny admittedly made Danny feel a little weak in the knees. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such such adoration, but he wanted to bottle up the feeling for rainy days.

“You can’t enjoy the day if you’re hungry!” Wally chirped. He stood and leaned across the table give Danny a quick kiss. “We have plans for after.”

“If you’re willing to put up with us for the rest of the day,” Dick added.

“I asked for the date, didn’t I?” Danny asked with a little smile.

“Yeah,” Dick said back with a grin. He pressed a kiss of his own to Danny’s cheek after they had all sat. “And we’re both glad that you did.”

Danny tried not to fidget. “I’m sorry that I needed some time first.”

“Hey, no, none of that,” Wally said. “We both get it. And really, it was good for us to have some time alone together too, and for me to take some time with my family. I had a lot of life to catch up on.”

“I bet you did,” Danny agreed. “You’re feeling more settled then?”

Wally gave a little shrug. “Mostly. Sometimes things still feel a little… slippery, but that’s getting better every day. What about you? How are the hearing aids working?”

“Pretty great. Busy areas like the subway are a little hard. Everything blends together a bit, but it’s not so bad.”

“Well, if there are any improved models, I’ll be sure to pass them along,” Dick said.

“I don’t want to cause any pro—”

“You aren’t, you won’t,” Dick cut Danny off. “Trust me, my family is all very grateful that you got Wally back. Making sure you’re taken care of is the least we can do.”

“What he means is,” Wally said in a conspiratorial whisper, “is that when Dick spiral he really spirals. And his family is really glad to not have to try and pull Dick up from that so that they can keep him.”

Dick tossed a sugar packet at Wally. It hit him square in the forehead. “Hey. They care about you too. They’re also glad you’re not dead or trapped.”

“See?” Wally asked as he rubbed at his forehead. “He’s not denying the spiraling part. Dick is a self-sacrificing idiot. Though so are you. Shit, there’s two of you now.”

Danny tied not to laugh at the absolute horror on Wally’s face. “Yeah, but it’s not our fault that you have apparently have a type.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Wally dismissed with a roll of his eyes. “But what does it say that you two are dating each other?”

“Masochist, clearly,” Danny said as dryly as he could manage.

It was worth it for the way that Dick choked on his water with laughter and Wally blushed bright enough to almost match his hair.

“Trust me,” Dick said once he could mange to talk. “Wally doesn’t mind that one bit.”

The sugar packet when flying back with much poorer aim as Wally hissed, “Dick!”

“He’s very good at tying knots,” Dick continued blithely.

Wally buried his face into his hands.

“Well,” Danny started. He had to pause for a drink so that he could continue with a serious tone. “If this date goes very well, you’ll have to show me your skills, Wally.”

Dick leaned forward onto his elbow with a truly salacious grin. “On me or you?”

Danny shrugged as he took another sip of his water. “Well, that depends on if you can behave or not.”

“Never,” Dick and Wally said at the same time: Wally with fond exasperation and Dick in a way that promised wonderful trouble.

Danny couldn’t help it anymore, the laughter broke free. He raised his glass while he tried to stifle it as best as he could. “To a wonderful date full of bad behavior then.”

“Promises promises,” Dick murmured as he clinked his glass with Danny’s.

Wally sighed dramatically, but joined in the toast, a smile on his lips.

-

“Leave me! I’m not… I’m not making it out of this one,” Dick said with a cough as he reached towards Wally.

“Dick—”

“He’s right, he’s not,” Danny said from behind Wally, gun raised.

He fired two shots.

Wally and Dick’ chest plates flashed rippling rainbow colors as a comically sad sound played.

Danny spun his laser tag gun before he blew on the barrel like he was in a western. “Game, match, point.”

The chest plate Danny wore chanted ‘winner, winner, winner’ in a mechanical voice as it rotated flashing yellow rays.

With a truly Dramatic flop, Wally landed on the ground next to Dick. “Ack, ded.”

“Damn, Danny, where did you learn to shoot like that?” Dick asked, still splayed out on the ground.

“My mother. I’m also a black belt because of her,” Danny said as he leaned down and offered the other two hands up.

Dick ran his eyes over Danny from where he was practically lounging on the floor now. “You know, I think I’m enjoying the view from down here.”

Wally rolled his eyes and took Danny’ hand. “Up, hound dog,”

Dick huffed but rocked back before he sprang off the ground and to his feet in one smooth motion.

“Damn,” Danny said, “and I think I enjoyed that view.”

“Right, there are two of you,” Wally sighed.

“Still not our fault,” Dick sang as he sauntered past Wally with a sashay of his hips.

“Yeah, no, not minding that,” Wally was quick to say as he followed after Dick.

It left Danny to bring up the rear, not that he minded that view at all either. “So, very good choice on laser tag. A plus date material.”

“Good.” Dick lifted his vest off and pressed a kiss against Danny’s lips. “Next time Wally and I are on a team together against you.”

“I can still take you,” Danny replied with a smirk.

“That’s what he said.”

“Yeah, that is what he said.”

“Boys,” Wally said with a laugh. “How about we decide if this is the end of the date or if Danny wants to try that nitrogen ice cream place by my place. And… maybe my place after?”

Danny shelved his gun. “Ice cream made with dangerous chemicals absolutely. Working up the nerve to have the walk of shame around your friends? Maybe?”

“Oh, Wally didn’t mean the double T,” Dick said.

“Nope. I mean my place, in, you know, my place,” Wally said. His adorable blush was back. “If you’re willing to go for a little run?”

Danny blinked. “Oh! Oh. I, um, are you alright to take both of us?”

“In two trips, sure,” Wally said. “It will just be a few minutes longer that way.”

“You’re amazing,” Danny said with a little chuckle. “I—sure. I’d like that. I’m not ready for this date to end.”

“Okay, come on, this way.” Wally lead them to a side alley before checking something on his phone. “No cameras. Be right back, okay Danny?”

And then they were gone.

Danny barely had pulled out his phone to fiddle with before there was a rush of air and Wally was back. He leaned in and kissed Danny slowly.

“Miss me?”

“Absolutely.”

“Good. Now hold on tight,” Wally instructed as he swung Danny up into his arms.

Around them the world warped and blurred into golden light. It looked like what Danny always imagined a wormhole would be. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around Wally’s neck as he rested his head against Wally’s chest and listened the hummingbird fast heart. What was some hearing loss and tremors when he still experience this?

When he could have Wally and Dick and a whole, wonderful future ahead of them.

Absolutely worth it, that’s what.

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The Haunting of Danny Fenton Chapter 7, Part 3

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Danny turned Clockwork’s medallion over in his hands. He’d taken it out again for the MRI. He didn’t know if things inside of his ghost body could react to the giant magnet, but he hadn’t wanted to find out be destroying a very expensive medical device.

The design was slightly warped now, like it had been melted on the one side, and the once bright gold was tarnished. Danny was pretty sure that the tarnish was from his blood and ectoplasm.

Fourth time dying and still not the charm.

Which Danny was damn glad for, of course, but it was still his fourth time dying. Fifth, if alternate timelines counted.

“You’re thinking too hard,” Mina said as she set down the tray of tea.

Danny eyed it.

“It’s just normal tea,” Mina assured him with a little huff. “Early grey, to be specific. You like it with honey and milk.”

Danny smiled slightly. “I do. And thank you for having me over for it. I needed to just not… be busy with tests and people worrying and… just not there. Does that make me horrible?”

“Of course not!” Mine said. She set the honey pot down a bit forcefully. “Danny, you’ve been away from home for weeks and weeks now. You had to drop out of your classes this semester. I know there’s probably a new job or two you missed. It’s totally understandable that you need a break from that.”

“Okay, okay good,” Danny sighed. “I was just worried? I mean, I’ve basically been doted on by my boyfriends for weeks now, that should be good.”

“Boyfriends who you started dating under extreme stress.” Mina passed Danny his cup and a hard look at the same time. “Besides, you’re not Penny, you don’t fall for someone and become inseparable. You still need your own space.”

“They’re both so cuddly, Mina,” Danny whined. “And I love it! But also sometimes I just need a little bit of space.”

“You’re allowed to be overwhelmed, especially after dying.”

“Again,” Danny added.

“Again,” Mina agreed. “Since you’re half ghost! And never told me!”

“Oddly, does not come up much in normal conversation,” Danny said.

“As if we’re normal,” Mina pointed out.

“Never,” Danny agreed. He took a long sip of the tea. It was good, even if maybe he had tea trauma. “But I could maybe use a little bit of normalcy.”

“Go back to your own place,” Mina said, “get used to your hearing aids, and take some time to breathe. Read a book or something.”

Danny arched his brow over a pointed sip of his tea.

Mina rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, play a video game. Point is, relax and just let yourself recenter. I’ll send you home with a crystal.”

“You know those don’t do anything,” Danny pointed out.

“Yeah, but they’re pretty,” Mina said with a little sigh.

Chuckling, Danny shook his head. “Okay, fine. But before I go to find my zen or whatever, tell me about the latest fortune telling drama.”

Mina leaned forward with an eager smile that promised a good story. “Oh my gods, Danny, you’re going to love this…”

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CLOCKWORK YOU MEDDLING GHOST

(Do it more, baby Danny needs all the help he can get.)

Cont. DoMAYn D5 - ch2 p1

masterpost (it's not getting it's on one yet)

Danny considers leaving.

It would be the smart thing to do.

(Which is why Danny knows he won’t do it.)

Mostly it’s because Jason is still clinging to Danny like he’s the thing that brought Jason back to life. He didn’t, he wasn’t, but Danny gets wanting that sense of security. He gets needing someone with a beating heart near after coming back to life.

So instead of leaving, which would be the smart thing, Danny helps Jason drink some more tea and eat one of the oatmeal cookies. At least the snacks were a good idea that Danny actually followed through with.

A slamming car door is loud against the relative silence of the graveyard. It makes Danny flinch. Which makes Jason move. Suddenly, Danny is wrapped up like Jason is trying to protect him. Danny isn’t used to being protected, not anymore. It makes a weird feeling bubble in his stomach that he tries not to think about too hard.

The important part are the two figures sprinting across the damn grave dirt, dressing gowns fluttering behind them like they’re in one of those Gothic horrors that Jazz likes to watch.

“Jason!”

“D-dad!”

“Jason!”

Danny tries to get them up and standing, but Jason’s like a new born calf, all rubbery and boneless. They’re barely up and off the cold earth before a man to rival Jack’s size is barreling into them. Danny does his best to squeeze out of the way without breaking Jason’s hold on his sleeve. (The possum isn’t as lucky and is crushed between the reuniting family.)

“Jason, Jaylad,” The man—Mr. Wayne—sobs the names like a prayer. His hands move over Jason’s face like being able to touch his son again burns, but that at the same time, that if he lets go, Jason will vanish.

Would Danny’s parents feel the same, if they knew he had died?

The older man standing behind the pair has his hand to his mouth, like he’s hoping to keep the tears welling in his eyes tucked away. He tears his way from the pair and over to Danny. Danny flinches at the notice.

Jason’s hand tightens.

“Are you the dear lad who called us?” Oh, it’s the British man, that makes sense.

“Um, yes sir. You guys got here quick!” Danny said.

Now was the time to go, before the questions and comments and shooting. Danny tries to take a little step back, but Jason holds fast. Worst, Danny watches as the older man—Alfie’s—eyes move from him to the dead boi picnic set up to the relatively undisturbed grave.

He watches as the confusion set in.

He has to go.

“Master Bruce,” Alfie murmurs, pulling Mr. Wayne’s attention away from frantically checking over Jason.

Danny watches Mr. Wayne look around with a sinking heart.

Please no. Don’t let them be angry. Don’t let them turn Jason away. Don’t let them.

Mr. Wayne places his hand lightly on the back of Jason’s head.

Danny breaths out. “I—I should go.” Go home where he parents don’t know what he is because they don’t know to ask. Where he can pretend a little longer—

“What’s your name?” Mr. Wayne’s voice is a low rumble, like it belongs somehow in the dark night. It’s oddly comforting.

“Me? I’m no one, just glad that—” Danny cuts himself off as bright green suddenly obscures part of his vision.

“Oh my,” Alfie murmurers while Bruce Wayne just makes a slightly strangled little sound.

Danny sighs, reaches up with his free hand, and plucks the green sticky note from his forehead.

‘His name is Danny Fenton’, the note reads. Great. Now they know his name.

Second note appears as Danny sighs. He doesn’t even get a chance to grab this once before Alfie is plucking it to read.

“Well, that we certainly can do,” he said, a slight tilt of amusement to his lips.

“Alfred,” Mr. Wayne admonishes.

“Master Wayne,” Alfie—Alfred? says back, his own admonishment far more cutting. “Some supernatural force just brought our boy back to us. If it is simply asking us to feed the boy who helped him, I am not going to refuse it.”

Mr. Wayne sighs. “Yes, Alfred.”

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Birds need a flock, after all! Part 38

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“Danny, can I talked to you for a moment.”

Danny closed his eyes and took a slow breath before turning to face Jason. He tucked his hands into his pockets. “Jason, sure. I hope yesterday went well?”

“Long but well, yeah,” Jason said. He looked away from Danny and shifted his weight in a way that seemed almost nervous. “I owe you an apology.”

Danny blinked. “I—pardon?”

“For yesterday,” Jason said. “I hurt you, which wasn’t what I meant to do. I was in a rush and didn’t stop to think about what what I was saying and what I did say I said badly. I’m sorry about that.”

“Oh.” Danny resisted the urge to reach up and rub at the back of his neck. “That’s okay Jason, apology accepted.”

“That’s—” Jason cut himself off with a frown. “It doesn’t have to be okay, I know I fucked up.”

“I don’t want to fight with you, Jason,” Danny said with a little shake of his head.

“So, what? You’ll just let yourself be hurt and roll over and pretend it’s okay?”

Danny shrugged. “That’s how I’ve survived.”

Which maybe was a bit sad, but it was true. Go along with his parent’s work, die in the portal, die again, try to keep the peace, lose everything for cheating, be punished for not liking a holiday, for being too nerdy too curious too much. He’d been rolling over and playing dead all his life.

Jason rubbed at his face. “You don’t.. you don’t have to do that, and I’m sorry that I made you feel like you have to here. A lot of us… we’re bad at saying things. Alfred and Bruce says too little, I say the wrong thing. Dick pretends to be happy and Tim wants to make everyone else happy. Cass struggles with words and Damian his emotions. Duke might be the only competent one in the house. But you shouldn’t have to just give in for any of us.”

Danny glanced away.

“You shouldn’t,” Jason insisted, “because if nothing else we’re all trying to be better and if we’re going to get better we have to be called on our bullshit. Yesterday I fucked up. I am scared of you being alone with Lian, but because you’re still mostly a stranger to me. That just means I’d prefer, to start, if Alfred or Bruce were with you two. I didn’t mean to make you feel like you had to hide or… or that there’s something wrong with you.”

“Isn’t there?”

“Fuck no!” Jason said with such earnest fervor that Danny was left looking at him in surprise. “There’s nothing wrong with you being a meta and the changes that you’re going through. And me being wary of you with Lian has nothing to do with that. It’s just my own fears and need to make sure she’s safe. And if you’re fine with it, and I mean really fine with it, I’d like to get to know you better, so I can get rid of that fear.” Jason stepped forward and offered his hand. “So, sorry for being a raging asshole, I didn’t mean to be, not that it makes it much better. But hi, I’m Jason Todd, and I’d like to get to know you better so that you’re not a stranger, is that okay?”

Danny gave a little snort of amusement at the theatrics, but he reached out and took Jason’s hand with his own. His own had that was almost normal again, save a scattering of soft, downy feathers. “Danny Fenton, and I’d like that.”

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CLOCK! THIS IS SO GOOD

(Oh these poor babiesssss. And clockwork you meddling man.)

Dead on MAYN Day 5: Danny is there when Jason resurrects in his coffin.

The thermos rolls back and forth between Danny’s palms. It’s only faintly warm to the touch, though Danny knows that the tea inside is still plenty hot. Tea, chocolate, protein bars, sour candies, oatmeal cookies, apple slices—Danny brought a variety of things, not sure what the other might want. At this point, it’s basically a whole picnic.

A picnic in a graveyard.

It’s just one of those things that leaves Danny befuddled about how his life is going. Other teens are at the lake for the break. Danny is sitting around in a graveyard because a god of time told him too.

Just undead boi things.

(Like girl dinner, but way worse.)

The warm hoodie, wet wipes, and plushie are less about the weird picnic vibes and more about trying to offer some comfort. Danny can’t imagine waking up in a grave, so if he can offer any comfort he wants to. Though sure, the plushie is a little awkward looking; Danny sowed it in home economics class. The project probably would have gone better if Danny had chosen something more standard, like a teddy bear, but the opossum design had been too cute. Besides, Danny thinks that the flaws sort of add to the character.

Besides, someone crawling out of their own grave won’t be too picky, right?

The headstone catches Danny’s attention again and he glances over at it. Jason Todd. A beloved son. Dead at fifteen.

Would he have a grave stone like that, if he hadn’t come back from the accident? Or would his parents have gone for cremation? Would there even have been anything of him left?

Or would his parents have just studied what was left of him?

Don’t think like that.

Danny rests his head against the top of the thermos. He can’t think like that. His parents love him. He knows that his parents love him.

He just doesn’t know if they can love Phantom.

He doesn’t want to find out.

Slowly, Danny takes a deep breath and lets it out. He counts; in two three four, hold, out two three four. The earth is cold through the blanket that he’s sitting on. The air smells like the city, so different from Amity Park. It’s the difference that helps ground Danny.

He checks the time on his cellphone again. Four minutes. At least Clockwork gave a very precise time.

10:42

What an insignificant time to come back to life.

For the last four minutes, Danny fusses. He straightens the blanket, sets the snacks up in a neat row, and spreads the hoodie out.

10:39

10:40

10:41

10:42

Well, that’s an anticlimactic stillness. Isn’t something supposed to happen? A halfa rising from the grave?

Danny leans over and presses his ear to the dew damp earth.

Does he hear something?

Maybe…

Screaming.

Not stopping to think, Danny plunges his hand through the earth then his shoulder then torso…. down, down down he reaches until he’s deep enough for his fingers to brush against the enameled wood of a casket. Then he reaches through it.

A cold, trembling hand grasps his.

Danny pulls.

It feels like dragging up a million tons to pull Jason Todd up and out of his grave. It feels like the very earth and soil of Gotham is resisting letting go of its son.

Danny only pulls harder.

“He doesn’t belong here yet! Please! He’s not dead! You have to let him live again. You have to let him go!”

The resistance vanishes so suddenly that it feels like the earth basically spits them out. For a moment Danny feels like he’s flying—not Phantom, but him. It’s a whirl of motion and and earth and then Danny is doing his best to turn and take the blunt of the landing. They land hard on the blanket, knocking the thermos over and squashing at least one snack. Danny holds on for dear life.

Well, dear half-life.

The guy—Jason, his name is Jason—is large in Danny’s arms, all broad shoulders and firm chest. Danny feels slightly smothered under the other, but in a good way. Like being under Tucker’s weighted blanket. His fingers slide easily through Jason’s hair.

“Jason?”

Jason just clings tighter. His nose is pressed against Danny’s neck like he’s trying to hide from the world there against Danny. Danny breaths in and out, trying to focus.

“It’s okay, Jason. I know how much it hurts. I know how much it hurts and how everything feels different. Nothing feels right, and it’s not. But it will shift. It will be right again. I’m here and I—um, I have snacks and tea and a hoodie. Because you’re cold! Which makes sense, you’ve been underground for, like, months and that would make anyone cold. Oh! And a plushie, which is stupid maybe, but you can hold on to it,” Danny rambles. Jason manages to get an arm around Danny and holds him close. Their legs tangle together. Danny swallows thickly. “Or you can hold onto me, I guess, that works too. But really. It will be okay. With some time, it will be okay.”

“It—I… I’m… I’m…” Jason’s lips were surprisingly soft again Danny’s neck.

“Yeah, you are. You’re alive,” Danny said. “Come on, can we get sitting up? You don’t need to let go of me, but I want to get a little bit of food and drink into you. It will help you feel better.”

With some effort and coxing, Danny gets them sitting up. Jason does not let go.

He does take the opossum though.

And he sips slowly at the tea and eats a few apple slices.

It’s something at least.

“Okay, Jason,” Danny says as he gropes blindly for where his cellphone ended up. “No clue how I’m going to explain this, but let’s see about getting you back to your family. Don’t suppose you remember anyone’s phone number? I know, who even remembers phone numbers these days. Or can you at least give me some names?”

“That—I… Dad. I want Dad,” Jason chokes out.

“Dad, okay.” Danny lets out a sigh as he lays fingers on his phone. “Let’s see if modern technology can help us find ‘dad’.”

It’s a bit of one handed fumbling to type in Jason’s name. Danny doesn’t even expect to find much, not until he can get around to hunting through funeral home obituaries at least, so he’s shocked when Jason’s name pulls up article after article. ‘Son of Billionaire Bruce Wayne Murdered’, ‘The Mysterious Murder of Jason Todd’, ‘The Prince of Gotham’s Son Dead at Fifteen’—on and on.

“Well, okay, ‘dad’ has been found,” Danny said. “Because getting a hold of Bruce Wayne is going to be easy. Like I can just call up a billion—Sam! Right, duh. She might not have his personal number or anything, but she’ll know how to get a hold of someone who can get a hold of him.”

“Sam?” Jason mumbles around a half attended to slice of apple.

“Friend. Well, ex-girlfriend actually,” Danny says as he pulls up the trio’s group chat. “So just friend again! Which is good? Fine, it’s fine. We had too much history with each other, it just wasn’t working. There was too much between us, including, you know, murder.”

For a moment, Jason stills before the faint trembling that seems to have settled into Jason’s bones resumes. “M-murder?”

“Oh! No, it’s not as bad as it sounds. It was my murder, and it kinda needed to happen. But hey, you know, you don’t have a monopoly on coming back to life you know,” Danny babbles absently as he types.

Dtom: Sam Sam Sam Sam ASAP need Bruce Wayne’s # or close a you have

While Danny waits for a response, he rubs his hands idly up and down Jason’s back. He’s surprised that Jason isn’t in a suit. He thinks that’s what people are normally buried in. Instead, Jason is dressed in sweats and a well worn Wonder Woman t-shirt. Danny has to wonder if it’s the scars that Danny can feel under the thin cotton of the shirt that has something to do with the strange outfit. Maybe open casket wasn’t an option.

“Come on, let’s get this hoodie on, okay?” Danny manages to worm his was free of Jason’s tight hold enough to grab the hoodie.

It takes some fumbling, and by the time that the hoodie is on Danny’s phone has chimed a few times. At least the hoodie fits—more than fits. Danny had brought one of Jack’s. It was big.

SpAM: wtf Danny WTF!!!!! DANNY PICK UP YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW

Dtom: The person that came back to death? Jason Todd. Wayne’s son

SpAM: G-d. FINE

Danny helps Jason drink a little more tea while they wait.

SpAM: Here. But you better send me the full story as soon as you can!!

Danny sends a thumbs up and then clicks on the ID card Sam sent. He puts the phone on speaker and holds it between them. It rings exactly three times.

“Wayne residence. Who may I ask is calling?” A prim British voice asks.

“Um, hi. I’m Danny Fenton, not that means anything to you. I’m here… I don’t really know how to say this but to just say it. I’m here at the cemetery with Jason Todd.”

“Pardon?”

“Ah… Al…fie.” Jason struggles to speak, but pushes on. “Alfie, ish me.”

“Oh heavens…,” the Brit gasps cross the line. “My dear boy.”

[chronicallyinsane-fandombitch]

Dead on MAYn 25 Day 3:

Trope | Eldritch horror Danny/Monster Fucker Jason

Word | Contract

Situation | The Batfam learn about Jason's boyfriend by accident.

Dialogue | "You may belong to Gotham, but this one belongs to me."

cw: blood, demonic cult, off screen screen torture

The noise that Jason made when he hit the ground was worryingly wet. Wet with the sound of blood and wounds and tortured flesh. Tim kept Duke pushed behind him until the old steel door clanged shut and the latch had scraped into place with a rusty finality.

“Okay, okay, I think that maybe it’s past time to act,” Duke hissed as he rushed to Jason’s side.

Tim didn’t rush over, instead he searched Jason’s discard jacket for supplies. It wouldn’t be enough, not with how heavy the scent of blood was, but Tim knew that Jason always had some medical supplies on him. “We can’t.”

“We can’t?!” Duke asked.

“Timbo’s right,” Jason said. His voice was clear at least, though he needed Duke’s help to get sitting up. “Can’t expose things.”

“Dude, you’re insides are getting exposed! I think we’re past that!” Duke’s voice was laced with all the dangerous anger of the same kid that had led ‘we are Robin’.

Jason sighed. “Duke—”

“No, don’t Duke me! What about when they drag Tim out of here next? Will you stop it then?”

“Duke,” Tim snapped. He tossed the vacuum packed bag of bandages at Duke. “Enough. We pressed our signals, help is on the way.”

“You’re assuming the signal can get out of this pit they tossed us in!”

“Not a pit, old tunnel construction that got abandoned,” Jason said. “Trust the tech.”

Tim squinted at Jason, trying to figure out why he sounded off. Was it just blood loss? Had he been drugged? Or—oh, that was Jason’s voice for soothing victims. Right, Duke hadn’t been abducted like this before, not for being a Wayne. Maybe Tim should tone down the bite a little. Duke hadn’t grown up being taken for ransom like Tim had.

“It will work, Duke. They’re on their way. We’ve all been through worse,” Tim said. He pulled his knife from his boot and cut swiftly through what was left of Jason’s shirt. They could use it to wipe off the worst of the blood at least. “And right now they don’t seem interested in you.”

“I’m not worried about me, jackass,” Duke said. “They’re obviously racist fuckwits, of course they don’t want my blood. I’m worried about what they’re going to do to you! Or that they’re going to grab Jason again.”

“Hey, Duke, we can handle ourselves—”

“But you won’t!” Duke snapped, cutting Tim off. “That’s the problem, you won’t.”

“Hey, bleeding here, can we argue later?” Jason interrupted. His voice was sounding a little breathless, so Tim was inclined to set aside everything else.

Besides, patching up wounds was always a good distraction. It gave the mind time to work through facts and data without so much emotion in the way.

When Jason at least wouldn’t be bleeding out as quickly (all of their shirts sacrificed to the cause), Tim asked, “What has your so scared about this situation, Duke?”

Duke balled up the last of his t-shirt and tossed the bloody thing aside. He frowned seriously. “Y’all can’t see what I can see. There’s something actually magical or… or otherworldly going on here. I think that someone in this cult actually knows what they’re doing. That’s a different thing. Magic isn’t what we do.”

“‘snot what you do,” Jason slurred from where they had propped him up in the corner. “Well. I mean, you do do someth’n, what with the light stuff. Still only me and you.”

“What do you mean him and you?” Tim asked with a frown at Jason. Sure, it was maybe a little unfair to press Jason when he was obviously a little blood drained and unusually chatty, but chances like this didn’t come often

“You know, the…” Jason waved an arm around like he was holding something.

“No,” Tim drawled.

“The All-blades and the…” Jason froze. His eyes widened. “Oh fuck.”

“Jason?”

“They, um,” Jason collapsed back into the corner with a giggle. “See, they used m’ blood for a summoning circle.”

“Right.” Tim exchanged a look with Duke. “That’s pretty standard demonic cult bullshit.”

“Yeah. But,” Jason dropped his voice to a whisper as if he was telling a secret, “they dun know what my blood will get’em.”

“And, um, what will your blood get them?” Duke asked.

Jason giggled again. “Danny.”

“Right,” Tim drew the word out. “And who or what is Danny?”

Jason opened his mouth to answer but before he could a scream broke the silence. Jason’s smile turned vicious. “That is Danny.”

-

Jason was a big guy in way that Tim never would be and that Duke wasn’t (yet). It meant that making their way from the old machine room they had been locked in towards the commotion was slow going. Jason was obviously trying not to lean on them too much, but he didn’t really have much choice with how his leg was minced. And they certainly weren’t going to leave Jason behind.

They were, though, going to stay out of the way of whatever the fuck was currently decimating the cult.

Hands—what Tim could only describe as hands were reaching out from what was now a void of space in the floor of the center of the room. The white spindly limbs would grab a cultist, ignoring blades or bullets, and then drag them back and down into the void. Usually with a horrible scream.

“That’s a lot of eyes,” Duke whispered in awe from the other side of Jason, clearly seeing something that Tim couldn’t.

“The more to look at you with,” Jason joked, still acting a little giddy. Being upright didn’t seem to agree with him much.

“That’s… that’s Danny?” Tim asked.

There was something more moving in the void. The surface rippled and churned and then exploded out into a spray of light and colors like a supernova. The being—and if held at gun point Tim couldn’t actually explain was he was seeing—pulled themselves free of the void and with a few reaching grasps, across the floor to them.

“Jason,” they purred, the word a rumble that Tim could feel in his bones.

Of course, that’s when Batman, Robin, and Nightwing came crashing into the abandoned tunnel.

Before Tim could even blink, the being—Danny—had wrapped themselves around Jason like a giant snake. All the eyes that Tim hadn’t been able to see appeared. All glaring at the heroes.

“Let him go,” Batman ordered. “The cult had no right to offer him as sacrifice. The all belong here.”

The being curled themselves further around Jason and growled out, “You may belong to Gotham, but this one belongs to me.”

“Shush, Danny, no, hush. They’re family,” Jason slurred while trying to pat the being’s cheek and missing entirely. “No devouring the souls of family.”

The being indulgently moved their head so that Jason got what he wanted. “I would not devour them. They stink like Gotham, and the Lady would not abide it.”

“Be nice,” Jason said.

“Despite the blood loss B, er, Batman,” Tim started. “Jason really does seem to know this being.

“Danny,” the being cooed.

“Who’s name is Danny.”

There was a shriek behind them as another cultist was lifted from some boxes they had been hiding behind and into the void.

“We’re alone now. We can talk,” Danny said. “They’re your family?”

Jason hummed in agreement and pressed a kiss to the sometimes bony face. It still wasn’t clear what Danny was. Tim tried not to look too hard.

“Brothers,” Jason waved loosely around the room and then pointed to Batman. “Dad.”

Danny sighed, the noise a weird sound like the hydraulics of a bus stopping. “You couldn’t have warned me this was a meet the family thing?”

Jason shrugged despite the eldtrich horror draped over him. “Didn’t ‘spect to be sacrificed. Didn’t think about how my blood might summon you.”

“Of course your blood summoned me. I wouldn’t let it summon anyone else,” Danny said, clearly offended as the voice took on an increasingly human note. The mass of whatever shifted and shrunk until a humanoid about Tim’s size hung, floating, off Jason’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss to Jason’s lips. “Like I said, you belong to me. I’ll always come when called.”

“Holy—you’re dating Jason! You’re his, what, eldifriend?” Dick asked with a wide grin. “Guy’s, Jason is dating someone!”

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“My little bird is all grown up!” Dick cooed.

Jason flipped him off. “Dating or romance isn’t part of growing up. Way to insult aros, dickhead.”

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!”

“Boys,” Bruce tried.

“So, Danny, Jason lost a pretty good chunk of blood,” Tim said, ignoring everyone else in the room. “We should really get him some medical care.”

“Shit, yeah, absolutely,” Danny said, deflating until their white shoes—since when did they have legs?—touched the ground. “Can I come? Technically Jason did summon me and so I’m around until I pay some sort of favor—”

Jason reset his chin on the top of Danny’s white hair with a salacious smirk. “I know a certain favor that you can—”

“Okay!” Tim said loudly and clapped his hands together. He did not need to know what his brother got up to with an eldritch horror. “Blood loss, remember? Deal with that later. You two can pile in the Batmobile with Robin and Duke. I’ll ride back with Nightwing.”

“Good plan, baby bird! And you’re totally staying for dinner, Danny,” Dick said. “We have so many questions.”

For a powerful cosmic horror, Danny looked pretty frightened by that prospect.