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Please Don’t Stalk My Boyfriend | DP x DC

i stumbled upon ghostlights (duke x danny) and got a little prompt bunny to throw at you guys so here

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Duke really, really dislikes the fact that being in the Wayne family means that they’ll judge his taste in partners. They have an audacity to judge his relationship when they can’t even keep theirs together. He likes the family, he really does and it’s nice to be supported by actually gear and equipment as a vigilante.

He just. Really fucking hates how they think they can have a say in his personal life.

It all started at a gala that Duke had the unfortunate choice order to go to, he of course asked Bruce if it was possible to invite someone and Bruce agreed. Bruce had told him to mention who he wanted invited to Alfred to add them to the guest list. Duke dutifully did so because he wants his boyfriend at the gala even if it means he has to reluctantly invite his boyfriend’s godfather who is learning to actually be a decent human being.

He’d manage to have the others unaware of his relationship for few months now and he missed his boyfriend okay? He knows Danny has a town to protect but also Duke’s allowed to use any excuse to get a chance to spend time with Danny.

The gala was in full swing when Vladimir Masters creeps up to Duke who had been idly drinking a glass of Aperol and standing away from where most of the elite were.

“It’s pleasure to see you once again, Duke.” Vlad says out loud and Duke’s hands tightened briefly around the glass he held before he plastered a fake smile to turn to the older man. Vlad’s mouth twitched into a smile because of course this bastard knew that Duke really disliked him but behaved amicably because in the end, he’s how Danny can come to Gotham as often as possible.

“It’s good to see you again Vlad, how is everything back in Amity Park?” Duke asked as he settled himself for small talk, eyes flickering around to see if he can catch a glimpse of Danny so he can drag his boyfriend away and ditch the chaperone of an old man.

“It’s been well, the Fentons are up to their usual shenanigans and still embarrassing our local hero but shouting the support for him from the rooftops. Daniel’s been getting ready to apply to the university here in Gotham.”

“Danny’s thinking of coming to the uni here?” Duke leaned in closer to Vlad. Duke can practically tell that he instantly brightened at that little tidbit of information. Sue him, he’d love to have his boyfriend here and maybe he can convince Vlad to get Danny a place here so he didn’t have to stay at the Manor as much. He didn’t mind the Manor, it was beautiful and reeked of old history but sometimes the tension between Damian and Tim can get annoying even if the two were on somewhat better terms.

“Yes, I am reluctant to have him here in Gotham but it’s the only place in the states with enough ambient ecto to support his core. He still is bitter about how he is considered a baby ghost still.” Vlad flashes a grin, his canines glinting in the light that causes Duke to snort because despite the odd relationship between Danny and Vlad. Duke’s just glad that Danny has someone looking out for his health considering how often Danny forgets to take care of himself.

“Tell me about it, I’ve had to listen to his rants about how the Ancients keep babying him and treating him like a child.” Duke mumbles as he takes a sip of his drink, the stares on him beginning now and he can feel the familiar pinprick of Bruce’s Bat stare.

Vlad opened his mouth only for a figure to shove between the two of them, separating before settling as if they had always been there.

“You better not be talking shit.” Danny’s midwestern drawl came out as he wrapped an arm around Duke’s waist and pointed at Vlad with his own champagne glass that Danny acquired when he was off away from the man because he saw Sam in the gala.

“Is it talking shit if it’s true, babe?” Duke teased as he settled into Danny’s hold, the tension in his shoulders relaxing now that his boyfriend is here. The stares grew more intensely and Duke could mourn peace before the grilling he was going to get the next time he was at the manor because he was spending time with his boyfriend as long as possible before they left back to the haunted town of Illinois.

“Um, yes. I can’t believe you’re talking shit about your own boyfriend to his godfather. Cruel and unusual, what’s next going to cheat on me with Phantom?”

Dual snorts made because despite the tension between Vlad and Duke because of Vlad’s prior treatment of Danny, the two did enjoy poking fun of the teen. Danny pouted in response, his lips were glossy and pink. Duke’s a strong man. A strong man who kisses his boyfriend’s pretty pink lips because he can’t deny the temptation.

After the small peck, Duke idly licked his lips. Peaches. One of Jazz’s glosses then. Danny’s arm tightened its hold against Duke’s waist as a sweet flush settled on Danny’s cheeks.

“Duke.” The blue eyed teen hissed out as Duke gave a sharp grin in return. He was ready to give a quip before the familiar Bristol drawl of Tim spoke up.

“So he’s your boyfriend.” One Tim Drake said and Duke could only close his eyes for a brief moment before he opened them to see the rest of the family surrounding him. Fun. Joy. Oh my god Bruce is coming over.

“This is my boyfriend, so yes.”

“Going to introduce us?”

“I don’t know, going to search his background in an invasion of privacy in an attempt to be protective only for it to back fire?” Duke couldn’t help but snark back. He didn’t need them to go against his wishes and ruin a relationship he truly enjoyed.

The brood stutter to life coming to Tim’s defense as Duke raised a single eyebrow as they began to throw words without even thinking about it. The Bat kids could handle everything as long as they know they’re ahead of a player in steps but Duke knows how sweep them off their feet.

“Don’t stalk my boyfriend. Actually please don’t stalk my boyfriend, Alfred approves of him.”

They deflated the moment Alfred’s named was mentioned, just like Duke had planned out. Nobody can deny or go against the man who is basically in charge of the entire family. Even Bruce who joined had his lips twisted in displeasure at being thwarted.

“If I find out one of you decided to go against my wishes, I’m telling Alfred.”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

“Damn that’s hot.” Danny said out loud, the flush on his cheeks deepened even as Duke’s own warmed slightly at the comment.

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me seeing my joke dilf post blow up and people following me… guys please i didnt think people would like it that much

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Wayne Enterprise DILFs | DP x DC

this just in local 23 year old forgets they wear glasses and i’m at work lmao

in this prompt / au ish kinda thing, danny’s around i would say late 20s so he gets along well with the younger bat clan members because he’s just an honorary family member at this point. he’s also an enabler to bruce and thus a retaliation had to be made (im a firm believer that danny gets tall and buff when he gets proper nutrition and is built like a tank)

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Danny squints at his notepad, the words were small and blurry enough that not even squinting helped clear up whatever was written on it. He’d forgotten his glasses— something that occurs occasionally when he’s trying not to be late to work and it always ends with him struggling. Beside him was Bruce who seemed to equally be squinting at the tablet but at an arms length compared to when Danny brought it up to his face.

“I think this is why my kids keep telling me to get my eyes checked.” Bruce mumbles and Danny can’t help but let out a small snort in amusement. Danny’s aware of how often Bruce’s children nag on the older man about getting his eyes checked now that he’s ‘getting up there in years’ as one Tim Drake said.

“Tell me about it, my youngest— Eleanor but we call her Ellie always nagged on me until I finally went to our family doctor to see. She turned out to be right but I forgot my pair today.”

His pair that were gently coated in ectoplasm since apparently normal glasses couldn’t help with his heightened senses that his ghostly side leaks over to his human side and it’s why he needed them. Frostbite had been eager to get him a pair, something that Danny wanted to be upset about but the gentle yeti was too caring for Danny to deny him.

“Don’t worry about it chum, I’m sure we’ll figure out what’s on the schedule for today.” Bruce says and Danny gives the man an encouraging smile.

“Danny.” Tim’s voice says with a heavy sigh and instinctively Danny wilts like a flower and hangs his head low. That was Tim’s ‘disappointed but being polite about it’ tone and Danny hates that tone because it means Danny made a mistake. Mistakes made by Danny must be made better by Danny by doing something like joining the Wayne family dinners or even— he shivers— modeling for when one of the Waynes can’t do a photo shoot.

“Tim.” He curtly replied as Tim shook his head and placed his hands on his desk.

“Please tell me you didn’t forget your glasses today.”

Danny pressed his lips together.

“Well.”

“Danny.”

He huffs as he picks his head up and crosses his arms, leaning back against the comfortable couch in Tim’s office because that man took power naps like it was his third job. Danny isn’t stupid, he knows the Waynes are the vigilantes that go out but he dutifully ignores that fact and doesn’t say anything because he likes this well paying job even if he’s really a bodyguard posing as a secretary for Bruce.

“I may have misplaced them today.”

Tim groaned loudly in response as Bruce’s lips curled in amusement, Bruce waited for Tim to turn away from them to slide Danny a hundred dollar bill which Danny silently pocketed.

He wasn’t going to snitch out his boss that the reason Danny and Bruce Wayne were seen at an aquatic center to help teach kids to swim that ended up with Bruce ‘tripping’ and falling into pool nearby was because a kid ‘pushed’ him. Really, Tim should know better than to think Danny was going to say no to acting undercover so Bruce can get clues about a case he was working on.

It’s Batman! He’s not going to deny Batman. Even if the two completely scrapped whatever schedule was made to do their own thing.

“I’m telling Alfred. We’re also getting you glasses old man, I’m not accepting any excuses anymore!”

Both Bruce and Danny gave offended gasps.

It’d be later in weeks time where Danny would be on the phone with Jazz, coffee cup in hand as he spoke to her about any recent things and how life was.

“So are you going to tell me why people in Gotham and on the internet are calling you a DILF?” Jazz asks and it causes Danny to choke on his sip of coffee, the heat burning briefly before he managed to croak out a weak.

“What- Who… Tim.”

His work phone rings and all he sees is a message from Tim with a simple smiley face as if the man didn’t drop multiple photos of Danny, Ellie and Dan (whose faces are thankfully blurred) on the internet as revenge. Especially when Danny sees the caption.

Tim Drake ✔️@ceoTDW

Wayne Enterprises loves supporting single fathers! I’m sure you’ve noticed Bruce Wayne’s secretary but are you aware he’s a single father raising his son and daughter? Here’s our photo shoot with him to celebrate one of our loved employees!

How cruel Timothy Drake-Wayne. How cruel. It’s even worse when he sees fucking Gotham Gazette make an article about how people have voted that Danny is a DILF alongside Bruce Wayne and Lucius Fox. As well as the fact that W.E. ‘collects’ attractive employees to boost morale. What the fuck who wrote this— Vicki Vale.

“I’m never going to show my face again.”

Jazz laughs in response.

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Ch. 2 of the Cuckoo Song / Matriarch AU has been uploaded! fun fact i love duke thomas i just dont know how to write him

Summary:

"You look like a sopping wet cat in the worst way, just so you're aware." Su-bin says as her dark brown eyes narrowed in disgust and Danny takes offense. It's not his fault that he spiraled bad enough that his entire body has to basically restart itself because it was shutting down but he keeps that part quiet because Su-bin's only fifteen and still learning to be nice to people.

"Do I still look hot at least?"

Su-bin rolls her eyes in response and like ow okay. She could've been at least nice about it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65119084/chapters/168725443#workskin

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“are still writing ch 2 of the matriarch au?” yes i am, however i realize some of you probably are starving so uh here’s dinner, its a snippet from the beginning of ch 2 (please note this is a draft of ch 2)

you guys think i wrote the end of ch 1 for no reason? no we are diving DEEP into how unhealthy this boy’s mind is

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Father I pray to Thou | DP X DC

i’m alive my rotten ghostlings !!! i’ve been working on ch 2 of the cuckoo song fic

i think danny with religious guilt is a beautiful thing #catholicguilthaver …. i dislike this one a lot cause i wrote this while with a 100°F fever. anyway i’ll most likely start posting my prompts on ao3 soon, so if you notice it on ao3 please know its me !!

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The Cathedral in Gotham was beautiful in an eerie way, the way the building was soak in the sins of falsehoods of priests and bishops who believed they did good. Yet the good was never there for they pocketed donations and turned a blind eye to the suffering that Gothamites enduring by living in the cursed city. The way the air was charged with energy from people praying still to whatever God was out there.

Danny settles on a kneeler, hands fiddling with the rosary in his palms. Fingers rubbing against the cool, green rocks of the rosary as Danny takes a deep breath. The incense was sweet and reminded him of the times that the Foleys would take him to church every Sunday. How they’d dress him up in a suit that was too big on him but he never complained because he enjoyed going with them even if it was a bit of a drive to the church— a little thing outside of Amity Park.

His parents would take Jazz and him to church back when they weren’t focused on the portal or ghosts. When he didn’t feel like his parents had reached a level he and Jazz couldn’t even grace upon. This was the first time Danny’s stepped into a church since his death, even as he closes his eyes he can feel the pushes against him. Danny stopped being religious the moment his death occurred, wouldn’t call it a miracle or a blessing from Jesus Christ.

Instead he is a monster, a sinner in the house of God and all that is holy for he is a demon to those who cannot accept him when he was at his worst.

The crunch of boots stepping on rough, broken stone reached his ears.

Danny ignores it for he closes his eyes as he feels for the first bead of his rosary. Thumb digging into the cool, cracked texture. Lips opening as he begins to lowly recite his prayer.

“O My God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee.”

A shift of boots, a creak of wood. There, in the shadows— a figure moves. Quick and steady, inching closer to him. Danny almost wants to laugh but he refrains from doing so because his sins weigh heavily on his shattered soul. That this won’t ease the ache he feels, the disconnection he has with his God but he hopes that even the repentance he feels and is doing will be the soothing balm even temporarily.

“I detest all my sins because of thy just punishment,”

A sickeningly feeling edges along Danny’s orbit, he could feel the words stuttering briefly before he brings himself back to focus. They were beginning to surround him, the curiosity they feel was basically being blared by them that Danny refrain from stopping. The way he wished to crack a joke, running a soothing palm against the wearing, cautious feelings. He wanted to but the deepening presses against his already cracked, aching core brought his attention back to his task.

What feel like hours— reciting the Act of Contrition spanned in a smaller time. His thumb pausing on the larger bead, lips wetting themselves with his tongue as he opens his eyes to tilt his head up to the state of Jesus Christ. A sigh escaping him as he silently mouthed the prayer to Our Father. The feeling of heavy hands on his shoulders lightened as he said the last word.

He didn’t get to go through his entire rosary, only up to the first bead of Our Father but it was enough to soothe the gnawing monster in his body. Feeling the thing chuff and yawning as it curled up to sleep.

He’s an abomination. Something that shouldn’t walk the mortal realm. He’s a demon and he hosts one.

“What’re you doing here at… 3 in the fucking morning?” A person asks, their voice staticky in the way of using a voice modulator. A smile twitches onto Danny’s lips as he wears his rosary and hides it underneath his shirt. The smell of decay heavy, the creaks of boards wanting to collapse. The vision of a grand cathedral fading away to turn into a rundown building with pews thrown about, broken down or even seats ripped the shreds. The scent of the incense gone within a moment.

He could feel the startles of the people around him and he gave a low laugh, pushing himself up from the kneeler even as he knees popped and his spine cracked when he straightened.

“Can’t a guy just pray?” Danny mumbled as he turns away from the stare of Jesus Christ on the cross to turn to the Bat brigade of vigilantes. The ecto contamination on a few members made him curious, especially to the one who wore a red helmet.

“In an abandoned cathedral? Where everything looked fine until it wasn’t.”

“Tt must be a meta with illusionary abilities.”

Danny gave a involuntary snort at hearing the youngest Robin— hidden behind the altar speak, despite the slightest echo from the ruined remains of a holy place that burnt down like Gotham’s weary soul that still kept stubbornly fighting to continue to exist as a city spirit.

“Not a meta. Just something else… something a lot more depressing. Can’t a man indulge himself in his Catholic guilt?”

Red Hood crossed his arms in response, rolling his neck as the bigger man gave a shrug to the big bad Bat himself. “He’s got us there, B. I’ve indulged in my own Catholic guilt myself a few times.”

Danny threw finger guns at Red Hood with a crooked grin— his fang peeking out slightly as Batman frowned in response. The amount of emotions that guy radiated almost wants to give Danny a headache but he’s a stubborn bastard and has to do ‘exposure therapy’ so he doesn’t get sick from overwhelming emotions by people in case he’s attacked with something that heightens someone’s emotions. Or whatever excuse Jazz had given him at the time before shoving him out of the Ghost Zone with a finger wag.

“Who are you?”

Dead. A ghost. A sinner. A monster. Demon. Something to be exorcised. Halfa. King. Weak.

“I’m just a friendly neighborhood ghost.” Danny says, blue mist coming out from his mouth as he looks between Red Hood, Black Bat and Batman. His aura briefly brushing against the youngest Bat’s being. The sickly contaminated ectoplasm lingering on his tongue.

Danny raises his hands as he shakes them in goodbye, feeling himself turn invisible. The ruins of the former holy land creaks and shakes, harsh whispers heard as they grate against Danny’s very essence, his core shaking in protest at being pushed out from a safe space by the Gods he prayed to. Even if it was a brief respite, Danny felt lighter in years.

Below him the Bat brigade curse as they talk into comms to find out where he is but Danny’s long gone. He thinks he managed to avoid them until he bumps into one Jason Todd and Duke Thomas while heading to the church in Crime Alley. The two children of Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne who has an adoption problem.

Fuck. He almost wants to scream but Pandora taught him better than that.

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my pretty princess cass cain

the prettiest<3

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Heyyy psst it's here.

The au is real, the fic is real and now it's here!! I cut out some extra parts for the next chapter!! Please note: it's only registered for users to read because of the whole AI scrapping fanfics and i dislike it

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65119084/chapters/167474050

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i know people are probably waiting for the matriarch au fic and trust me i’m wanting to publish it !! i just didn’t think that while editing it i’d get the energy to decide to write more for the first chapter.

it went from 2k to then 4k and now it might be heading to the 6k range… so i apologize if you’ve been waiting its been awhile since i’ve gotten inspiration like this and i cant control myself from typing away! you will meet TWO devin relatives in this fic (not maeve yet) and a story of build up of how danny’s fairing in gotham

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The Hunt of Joker II | DC X DP

part two baby !!!!

“rot where have you been” i work 40 hours a week and do have adult things to do… plus there’s been music events so work’s been busy! :’)

update on The Matriarch AU fic, will be a multi chapter fic and I’m currently reading over and editing ch. 1 because making a full fic means i have to be aware of my errors (some will slip past me like always, I’m 1 person with no beta read and english isnt my first language)

enjoy!!!

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Jason strolled through Crime Alley, the static was heavy in the air as the shades chittered away in his ears as his passed by areas that were heavy with them. The Alley residents moving quickly, tugging their coats closer to them as if to protect themselves from something. It made Jason lick his teeth as he rolled his shoulders to get a kink out of it. The shadows seemed more sinister in ways that Jason hadn’t considered, especially after having to explain to his family about why everything seemed off kilter to them.

He supposed it was pretty fucking odd to spring it on them, but Jason couldn't exactly help it. All of them had close brushes to death but few experience death like he had. Few had been dead for so long only to start digging out of their own grave to breathe. To exist once more after being in the void of nothing. Jason can't remember anything from when he was dead but he fucking picked up some things from being dead.

It wasn't obvious at first, not when he rarely fucking remembers what it was like during the time he was alive again prior to being dumped in the Lazarus Pit. Even then, he didn't remember much until a few months after the dunk. It'd been more obivous after the All Caste was bestowed on him and now he'd gotten so used to the other side of life that he hadn't considered how odd it'd be.

He lives and breathes with the side of death, how even when the rare moments of something bring out Solomon Grundy from the sewers or whatever crevices the big guy resides in the moment— there was a sense of kinship that wasn’t there before. How even Grundy seems to feel like something was going on, enough for the man to stumble into Jason during one of his patrols earlier. The zombie giving an aggravated grunt like he could even hear the trills of the shades down in the sewers.

Of course those little bastards quieted down when the two zombies stood side by side, Jason taking off his helmet on the rare chance to light a cigarette even if Grundy huffed. A crooked grin forming on Jason’s lips as his domino covered eyes turned to Grundy.

“Wonderin’ why they all chattin’ away?” Jason had drawled out in the moment, feeling Grundy push him roughly. It was enough force to make him stumble but he held his hands up in a gesture of goodwill. He knew he shouldn’t push on the zombie’s already limited hold on his anger. Not when Grundy was already looking around, sniffing the air like it could give him clues.

“There’s been a hunt called,” Jason began as he patted his jacket for a lighter, flicking it out and open. The flame dancing wildly as he brought it up to his mouth, watching as the cigarette caught the spark. He briefly wondered if one day whoever got managed to get a hit on Joker, would make sure he got a death befitting for him like he gave to Jason.

“Hunt?” Grundy asked, voice low and deep with a rumble that Jason felt to his very being. He ignored the way the pit or whatever the fuck was in him since his dip in the Lazarus Pit tried to give a rumble in reply.

“Something’s pissed off and called a hunt. It’s why the other side is all giddy. They’re off their metaphorical leash.” Jason mumbled around his cigarette, inhaling as he tilted his head up to stare at Gotham’s smog covered stars when in return all he just sees is darkness. Good ol’ Gotham.

“Annoying.”

“Yeah, they can be pretty annoying with their talks. I’ll see if they can pass the word for the shades near you to keep quiet. Wouldn’t want you to rampage while the hunt is going.”

Grundy grunts in reply before he turns away to head back to his haunt in the sewers, the haunting tune that Grundy says settling heavy on Jason’s shoulders.

“Solomon Grundy born on a Monday…”

It’d been days when everything seemed to burst, Jason was at the Manor— these days he made rounds of visiting mostly because the tension settled between his shoulders have made him more snappier than he’d like. The heightened pressure of Gotham’s hauntings were baring down on him and it often caused him to be rougher with whatever was going on.

He’d had to take a break from patrolling the alley mostly because of the fact he almost broke a mugger’s arm. He’d only backed off when Dick had swung by to intercept and even then that required rough handling because Jason needed to fight something. His instincts were screaming at him and it made him twitchier.

He heavily decided he fucking hated the feeling of a hunt happening, even worse when not even one person wanted to let it slip on who the hunt was called on. Then the Joker started popping his head out of whatever hidey hole he fucking was in and it felt like he was in a shark infested water with the way everything caused his hair to stand on its ends at the sudden sharpness of attention.

It made the teeth in his jaw itch, the way he instinctively bite down on things with more force than needed. He’s ran his tongue over his teeth enough times to feel the difference now, the way his canines are sharper. The way he’s had to hide his mouth in ways just so the others don’t witness the fact that Jason’s canines aren’t blunt and human like anymore. They felt like fangs.

Everyone was in the living room, doing their own thing as Jason tried to focus so hard on reading the Hunger Games. It’s something that Steph had recommended and he was slowly working through the series when the sudden itching was gone. He instinctively sat up, his eyes darting around.

He could see everyone else snap their attention to him, all aware of the fact that the faint buzz they had been hearing was silent. A creak was heard from Alfred shifting from where he stood.

Jason ran his tongue over his teeth again, feeling it cut into the muscle easily as he tasted the blood. Grounding himself with the pain.

Silence. Anticipation.

A soft whisper, a burst of cold air.

Then—

A thud. A hand reached out to Jason before everything vanished in a haze of green.

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Beauty in Death | DC X DP

cw / tw for jason’s death, mention/implied of dying because of asphyxiation / explosion & other things (because really jason died from a lot of things in the moment)

filing for taxes reminds me i am very much an adult and i loathe taxes. anyway here’s a prompt for you before the wolves (busy work days) take me once more. not a fan of this one honestly, i feel like it could’ve been written better but this was just a plot bunny i had so it gets what it guys *vague gestures*

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There was an odd beauty in Death, its something that Jason has been aware of. It was obvious in the way as he could feel the smoke inhalation begin to affect him along with the burns from the explosion. His vision blurred heavily he accepts his fate, his own mother sold him out but he couldn’t be bitter about it. He tried to save him, tried his best as a Robin and to help others.

Everything hurt, his eyes stung from the smoke even if Jason knew they’d sting from tears if he was able to.

“Shhh… it’s alright. You don’t need to stay strong anymore Jason.”

A soft, soothing voice told him and he wanted to turn to see who was here— how they were here. He gave a wheezy response as a figure entered his rather blurry field of view. His lungs felt heavy, they burned alongside the stinging sensation across his body. He thinks he could vaguely feel the stickiness of blood pooling underneath him from the stray rebar from whatever was in warehouse that managed to hit him. He couldn’t feel where it exactly it hit but he felt so cold.

Would Bruce be okay? Is he looking for him? Jason hopes that Bruce doesn’t blame himself and that Dick keeps an eye on the older man.

Everything hurts. He’s so tired, he hopes B forgives him for not listening. Gentle hands place themselves on his cheeks before they move up to where his eyes are. The blue hue of their skin obvious as a soft rumbling was heard. Was another explosion going to happen? This person needs to leave. There shouldn’t be another death at the hands of Joker. His mouth opened to speak but he was shushed softly.

“You’ve done enough Jason. You can relax, come home with me.” The person gently murmured and Jason took a weak breath and suddenly it felt so much easier to breathe, how was that possible?

“That’s it Jaybird, follow my voice.” Jason knows stranger danger, he grew up in Crime Alley where you couldn’t trust anyone as far as you can see or throw them but something about this person was like a siren call. It made Jason feel at home, like he was wrapped up in one of mom’s hugs— Not Shelia’s— Catherine’s. Oh how he missed his mom, how she’d wrap him up in her arms to protect him from the cruelty of the world.

How she and dad tried their best despite the hand that was dealt to them by the world.

Jason is just still a little boy who craves comfort and love, he releases a whine and it’s all it takes for the blue person to wrap him up in their arms. A soft coo escaping the person who held him in their arms, cradling him like he was a baby and not a teenager. It made him giggle as the person bounced him briefly.

“Aren’t you a sweet Robin for me? Such a darling, Catherine was right about you. A sweet little Jaybird.”

Jason opened his eyes when had he closed them— to stare into the swirling green of the boy his age who gave him a sweet smile that Jason could feel his own cheeks flushing at. He rarely gets a smile like that, last time someone smiled at him like that was Rena back in school after he brought her chocolate for valentine’s day.

“Hi, do you want to come hang out with me?”

Jason shouldn’t, B’s probably looking for him and he’s got to apologize to B for running away. Then he’s gotta apologize to Alfie and and—

He takes a deep breath.

Suddenly everything he thought of fades away and all he can think about is not hurting anymore and hoping B forgives him for being stupid.

“Yeah!” Jason— Robin chirps sweetly at the boy boyghostkinghalfafriend who gives Robin a big grin as a swirling, toxic green portal opens before them and the boy takes him away in a whirlwind that causes Robin to give a shrieking laugh.

Oh poor Robin who will remain unaware of his own death for months, who will haunt the minds of Batman and Nightwing- Bruce and Dick, father and brother. Who will forever remain unaware of the grieving his family did at his death as his gets forcibly dragged away from the Ghost Zone before being dumped in the Lazarus Pit and furious.

The poor Robin who will forget his friends back in the Ghost Zone.

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Haunted Grief | DC X DP

ive read one too many damian & danny are twins fics and where he dies and its giving me ideas and i’m a simple person who must indulge in the pea brain. errors as usual

this is very badly written. i’m going to be busy a lot this month (i live in a town where an event is BIG and a lot of people come) so i’ll try to post as much as i can but i cannot promise.

damian is surprisingly hard to write btw.

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Damian knew that his twin brother would frown at him if he was still alive, he is well aware Daniyal would disapprove of his methods and the treatment he gives Drake. He can feel Daniyal’s hand settle on his shoulder, his head near his ear as he spoke.

“You must be kinder akh, he is an ally.” Daniyal mumbled as his blue eyes narrowed in annoyance and Damian couldn’t help but feel his lip quirk in response. Daniyal still looked the way age as when he had died. The age that Damian had been shipped off to his father.

Instantly his humor disappeared. His brother would’ve thrived in this manor. He would’ve been able to be a son, he wouldn’t have the expectations placed on him that required Daniyal to disassociate to complete the assignment. He wouldn’t have been punished for defying the wills of his Grandfather who wished to snip the bud of weakness in Daniyal so those would not take advantage of it.

Yet despite everything, his akh will never understand what it would mean to be in a family that loved like it was as easy as breathing. Damian is sure that his twin would’ve thrived. He’d bloom under the freely given affection of Richard, the effortless way Drake seemed to understand and crack cases open and such, under Cain’s silent but beautiful moves that Daniyal would desperately try to match. To be seen in such a deadly but enticing manner as he struck fear into those who harmed others.

Thomas and Daniyal would be daytime heroes, would bond over school perhaps or even the antics of the family.

There’s so many ways his twin would have been able to breathe, to flourish is wings and fly freely if they hadn’t been snipped and his corpse at the bottom of the Lazarus Pit from an attack that lost him against the wishes of his Mother and Grandfather. Many believed that the Al Ghuls simply gotten rid of him, killed off the weak link in a staged attack.

Before he was a Wayne, he was an Al Ghul who held his dying brother in his arms after taking an attack meant for him. It had happened quickly, his memories purposefully blurred to protect his own mind from the tragedy that dealt a suffering blow to the Al Ghul family. Nobody spoke of Daniyal. In the League, he did not exist.

Nobody knew his desperate attempts to bring back his akh, watching as the pit bubbled and claim his sibling’s body as its own. Watched for hours hoping for Daniyal to reappear from the waters, the come up for air and complain about how it was disgusting and how he needed a bath and for Todd to read a story to him in compensation for protecting Damian from an assailant when Todd was supposed to be Damian’s protector.

“You’re too cruel, he may not be blood but he is still family. Just like Jason.”

“Tt. Drake should be better then.” He says as he looks away from the injured form of Drake sitting on the medical bed in the Batcave, his teeth aching from how hard he clenched his jaw when they’d hurried to get to him before he passed out somewhere where anyone could find him.

“He is good enough, his brain is interesting. I’ve never seen someone as smart as Father before. He is our brother, just like Dick.”

Damian huffs in disgruntlement at his brother’s words. Daniyal always did enjoy seeing the way people’s brains worked, the way he soaked up information akin to a sponge. His hands always preferred to build and dismantled than to take the life of others.

“Why must I be lectured by your ghost?”

Daniyal’s ghost gives a smile. Damian knows if he tells others that they’d say it was a hallucination. He knows it is. Yet he can’t fathom the fact of it, he prefers to keep it quiet in his own mind. He would rather keep this image of his brother close lest he forgets what Daniyal had looked like, what he sounded like. How he was like.

He’ll let his own brother haunt his mind and thoughts forever if it meant he had a part of him in his life.

“Because you are still punishing yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. Akhi, forgive yourself one day. That is all I ask.”

Damian clicks his tongue and turns away to head up to the manor, leaving behind the figure of Drake and his brother’s ghostly image that stares with saddened eyes.

Forgive himself? Never. Because Damian is selfish in the cruel way he punishes himself.

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Little Talks | DC X DP

part second part to the ghostling au !! this is just something to give you guys food while i write the fic

also usual errors will be made im only one person blah blah. hope you enjoy, as usual this is scheduled to post at 7am

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Danny lazily blinked at the person in front of him, his brain slowly rebooting itself as he released a small yawn. The person was green. A green person. Huh. Alien? He was exhausted, he spent so long aiding new systems and cradling stars that died and spread their dust around so they would be reborn again. He wanted to sleep but this person was in front of him and it’d be rude to ignore him. Pandora taught him better than that.

“Mrrp?” Danny felt his ears twitch, he wanted to feel mortified at the fact he made a sound like a cat in his own head but he really can’t be blamed because the moon he was around was really comfortable and he had no shame. He lazily tilted his head as the person’s shoulders seemed to loosen? A shake in his body. Weird.

Oh. He’s trying not to laugh at Danny’s response. Can Clockwork rewind so that didn’t happen. Of course CW ignored him like usual when it came to embarrassments like these.

“I do not mean any harm friend.”

The voice in his head echoed and it made Danny shiver in response, it was odd sharing a head space with someone else. He didn’t retaliate or cause any harm. His core could feel that this person was friendly, curious and respectful. He gives a head tilt in response.

Friend. Safe. Okay.

Danny gave another yawn, feeling his jaw open a tad wider than it should in normal human circumstances but who could care less when he has a Martian— an actual martian in front of him even if he’s too sleepy to actively be excited! He’s tired okay, it’s not everyday he gets to indulge on his obsession heavily on an everyday basis. He’d been so deprived that he’d gotten sick and it’s what made the others decide to give him the boot so he could enjoy his time before he got the crown.

“What is your name, little one?” Martian Manhunter softly asked in Danny’s head after the younger one winced from the volume earlier after he began to wake up.

“Danny.”

“Why are you out here?”

“Old man said I needed my enrichment.”

“One of my allies called you a baby ghost of the Infinite Realms, is this true?”

Danny released another cat like sound, this one more curious than the other when he had just barely woke up. Someone knew what he was? How curious, it wasn’t often Danny stumbled in dimensions that knew he was from the Infinite Realms… much less the fact that he’s even a ghostling.

“Mhm, ghostling is the proper term. We usually calculate age by how long we’ve been dead. In ghost terms I’m like three.”

Martian Manhunter seemed to pause, as if listening to something. Danny gave another yawn before he finally decided to change into a more normal size instead of the large form he had used to travel through the void easier. His form shifted in a bright light before he floated over to Martian Manhunter.

He quickly realized he was a lot smaller than he’d been and he supposes this is what CW meant when changing forms, he’d most likely reflect the age he’s in ghost terms. He doesn’t think he’d handle if Martian Manhunter treated him like a kid.

“When you said enrichment…?”

“Oh! Clocky said to play nice with my cousin? I think her name is Wonder Woman? Um he’s ah known as Chronos?”

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chat are we ready for the first fic of mine to ever drop in the possible future

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Child of Time | DC X DP

Thanks for almost 100 followers LMAO originally I had a gala idea for when I hit 50 followers and then I disliked it so here's this instead. it's not up to my standards but what can i do when i'm on like 2 hours of sleep. (_　_)。゜zｚＺ

i like the idea of constantine being absolutely disgusting to look and feel to danny

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“I know what Clockwork really wants, he wants to me to kill my motherfucking self. That’s why he fucks with me. That’s why he gave me a fucked up ass life!” Danny shouted as he closed the flap of his tent to give himself a semblance of privacy because he’d been kidnapped by a cult who said that he’d be their priest because he’s the child of Time.

The only time that he knows is the time when he fucking decks Clockwork next time he sees the old bastard.

“But jokes on him, I ain’t going to give that motherfucker the satisfaction.”

Danny took off the cloak that the cultists forced him into and threw it on the chair in his tent, his head throbbed and it reminded him of the fact he’s had that headache for a while now. It’s probably because he hadn’t gone ghost like he usually does, he didn’t want to risk it when these cultists were keeping an eye on him. It really annoyed him.

He took a deep breath as he calmed himself, well calmed himself as good as he could when he has very much unregistered anger issues because he had been in the middle of a project when he had been taken. If he came back to the room ransacked because the Bat brood couldn't keep things clean he's going to fucking snap.

He was a teenage vigilante, he was bound to get anger issues later considering the fact that the GIW was still around and even Danny couldn't go as ghost as often as he wished and was only lucky when Gotham's abiment ecto was high enough to mask it.

The height of his anger was when one John Constantine walked into Danny's life and instantly it was on sight whenever the two interacted because John's soul was DISGUSTING and he'd die (again) on that hill. Especially when the man summoned Danny one time and Danny still gets sick whenever he thinks about the missing parts of John's soul in his magic, of the gaps that dig their claws in Danny's very being. How it felt like he was digging through sludge that dragged him down everytime.

The menace of Danny's major problems walked in, instantly Danny's nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of cigarettes as he tuck a strand behind his ear.

"John?"

"Kid, you need to stop allowing this to happen. I didn't need Wonder Woman on my arse because your ghostly father was pestering her about you being taken."

Danny supressed the urge to laugh rather hysterically because he doesn't need people to remind him that Clockwork is basically his dad in the ghost aspect of things because he basically called dibs.

"Why didn't you leave?"

"Got taken as human, in front of many people. In Gotham. Tell your batty paramour I'm fine."

John choked on his cigarette as he protested about Batman being his paramour but Danny knew that they were AT LEAST tumbling in bed because why else did Danny have the attention of the Bat Brood and it WASN'T because he was prime adoption bait no matter what his classmates said. Nor was it the fact that he accidentally punched Red Hood one time because the revnant decided to sneak up on him one day when he was walking home. Didn't even hear what the man said, just fucking bolted.

"Let's just go, you little brat. I can't believe I let your sister talk me into being your knight." John mumbled as Danny stood next to John while the man grabbed the back of Danny's shirt like he was-

"Are you fucking scruffing me?"

“Have been for the past few years mate.”

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the majority has said yes! i’ll most likely write my favorite prompts into fanfics (one shots or full chaptered fics) !!!

just thought you should be aware (it’s probably very obvious) but english isn’t my first language, it’s my second language and while i’m fluent enough i still make typos or use the wrong words when writing. my fics will not be beta read so this is my warning ahead of time before i publish anything!!

if i make a prompt and decide i like the idea as a fanfic i’ll include a link to the ao3!

kinda excited not gonna lie