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Analytical theology

Part 19 of Adventure Log+ (sequel to Link's Thought Brambles - best to read in order, also on ao3). Warning for strong language.

Thank you to @newtsnaturethings for sharing their immense climbing knowledge!

How the hell did you end up here, Link?

With your fingertips dug into a cliffside and your Princess’ legs wrapped around your middle?

This has to be my fault. Younger, naïver-Link’s fault. The Goddess is having a little laugh at my expense. ‘Fly with the wind, Hero!’ She didn’t mention the purgatory part where I cling to a sheer rock over a thousand-foot-drop while getting exactly what I wished for for MONTHS.

Well. Not exactly. If it was EXACTLY what I wanted, it would be even harder to climb. Still- Princess’ legs around my hips? Check.

Burns- everywhere she’s touching?

“Mm-kh-h.”

“Ffff.” That, too.

Be realistic, Link. You… started exhausted and- wounded- with a ten-foot slide… and a Goddess-knows-how-high… climb… and if either of you nod off you are so screwed. How… bad is it…?

OHMY-

DON’T. Never mind looking down, Link, don’t- even- look to the SIDE, not even way over there, not unless you want your bowels to twist their way right out of you “Mgh-hh.”

“M-mm?”

That’s WAY more than a thousand feet, has to be, and every inch up happens slower. Slower each. Stop- trailing off, Link. Let that fear WAKE YOU UP. The only thing that can kill you here is how tired you are, so you are NOT ALLOWED to be tired. Right? Right. Shake out your stupid left calf. Don’t let your joints lock.

…DON’T let your joints lock.

I said don’t.

Come on.

When- how long since I last moved?

Oh? When did I- lean my head… against… the stone? Feels good that way. Better. I… should be worried about that. About how cold it is. How hard to pull away. The dragon was warm. Long gone, now.

Zelda’s been so quiet. Just… breathing.

And shaking.

“KhhHH-hh-“

AH!andcoughing

“S-KHh… hhh. I’m- sorry, Link.”

"D- on't be. Alert and coughing is- better."

“L- ink?”

Why’d that- make me smile? Doubt she sees. Wind. Snowflakes. Hair in my face. “Don’t- worry, Princess.”

“H- heh- khHHh.”

AH- h- urts when she does that. Sticky. What’s left of your clothes? Ruined. Threads. Stuck in your back. It’ll fester for sure. It’s been too long BUT- you’re not sick- yet. You- have to- get your Princess- to the topWITHOUT trailing off to a stop again, Link FOCUS- focus, you can rest at the top! Just roll over into the snow and close- your- eyes…

And… fricking die of hypothermia and idiocy.

No. No, you can’t do that.

Once you’re up there, you need to find a sheltered spot and build a fire. THEN you can pass out.

Oh?

No no no NO “N-o. Zelda-“ she’sNEVER- “please.”

“H- ave to. Try- and help.”

“I-“ know you should but holy Hylia you slip we both go down, down, down and never ever get back up “I’ll move- soon. Really.” Shake it out, Link, wake up, you can do it. Lean in real close to the mountain. You can let go for a second to find a new grip, right? So you can let go for a second to shake that arm out a little, too. Just- just a little.

“O- oh-“

“It’s okay.” Better. Can I- do the other…? Better not. Wait for a different grip.

“It’s been… Link, we…”

She… doesn’t want to say it.

We’ll pass out. Eventually. If we just stay here. Or I’ll slip. But her legs were- jelly- before we took off. Gripping me constantly isn’t resting. Can’t recover. Her legs… could buckle if she climbs and ohno- come on, Link. Don’t feel bad. Don’t. You’re just- being realistic. Your super-strong- Princess… is also super-not-used to this.

Even I’M not used to this. But she’s not used to survival-mode at all. “Heh.”

“Mm?”

Maybe I made a mistake working so hard so she didn’t have to rough it too much outside the castle. Or maybe I’m making a mistake now because what am I regretting, exactly? NOT being a patronizing ass? OooOOOH, Link, you’d better teach your princess wilderness survival because you’re sooOOOooo good at it and she’s, what, not? Clearly she IS, dumbass! Because she’s HERE and not dead.

She has horseback-riding muscles. Spent? Yes. But so are yoursLinkNOPE. Not. Not not allowed.

Can’t let them be.

One… more.

Just one more- step.

Worry about the next afterward.

RIght there. Less than a foot. Finger... finger-crawl your way up, Link. Hard on other hand though HARD fingersFINGERS

“Hh!”

Got- it. “Hhh-hh.”

“That- is the one I meant to hold.”

“G- ood instincts.”

“Hmh. Oughtn’t- I help, then, S- ir Knight?”

“Heh- hehe-” get a hold “heh-” of yourself, she’ll think you’re laughing at her.

if- If I’m going to slip- do I have time… to tell her to unbuckle?

Maybe she should hold the paraglider.

…Wind.

Bad idea.

“Link… please. Khh- lhh- let me.”

“S-orry, Zelda. Just.” Stopshakingyourhead, Link “I know you’ve- never…”

“Yet- you… need help. And I- Link, I- I fear I shkHh-all… fall asleep and… pull you off the rockface.”

Yeah. Me… too.

Same deal if she slips, though. Even once.

Maybe there’s a comprimise. “…One hand. No- legs. And- keep- that other arm around me.”

“So stringent.”

“Thaaat’s-hh- me.”

“Quite the-rk-“

Ohhhhh getting lighter

“-taskmaster.”

that IS better, it is, can I- oh no NO Link no, relief NOT ALOWED stay focused- sharp- aWAKE

“Link?”

TREMOR, Link, sudden, forearm, not that I wasn’t already shaking but that was like someone plucked me like the world’s meatiest lute-

What the hell Link, meaty lutes? What’s wrong with-

No. No, actually. Meaty- lutes. Bokoblins would make instruments out of people. Other animals, too. But people. Like their f#$*ing braziers. Bastards bastards bastards

“Link- are you-?”

“I’m okay.” Just shaking with rage, now. Maybe that’s better. One more surge of red in my blood. Awake.

How much further?

Handhold, Link.

There’s another one.

Foothold?

Yeah, that- thing that was a- handhold fifteen minutes ago. You feel it.

Link? You’re going way- too- slow.

Do it, Link.

Step- h-hurts- hurtsup. Up. Up. UP. UP- firm- and REACH!PAIN

“Hh!”

I’ve got it I’ve got it oh

Oh oh

Meat-strings.

Bad, this- bad. “Z- h- el-!”

“Link- hold on!”

Her weight shiftingSHIFTINGSHE’S-!

She’s- got a handhold. A higher one.

She didn’t listen. No- no arms around my shoulders “Zelda- no, you-“

“Link, you- must rest-“

“Can’t.” Need a decent ledge, not these- tiny- little finger and… toe-spaces, and no no no no Link don’t do this to yourself, remember, you heard… her voice. HER voice- she told you to fly and she was right and why bother if there was no hope-

Hope?

The next part of the prayer. Make of us a temple of hope.

What does it mean… to be a temple? “Zelda?”

“Y- yes?”

“What- does it- mean- gh-hhh. To be a temple?”

“W- I beg your pardon?”

“Heh- hehehe-“ noNO Link hold on stop- stop shaking. “The- prayer. In these- lofty- skies… hhh-hh… make of us…” air, Link “a…”

“…A temple of hope.”

Just nod. More- breathing- that way.

“LinkkH- this is- hardly the time for analytical theology.”

“Ha- haha hahaha!” Oh GODDESS Link

“L- Link-!”

keep a lid on it, it would be the STUPIDEST way to die, wouldn’t it “hh-hh-“ to laugh yourself right off the mountain?! “Sorry. Hhh-heh- I just- that was the calmest you’ve sounded- kph-h“ and now you’re sniggering, Link. She must think you’ve lost your mind.

Bet she does, actually. Extra-lost in the head. She didn’t know I was praying back there- in the burning field. Doesn’t know I heard… the voice. Doesn’t know- I followed- prayer- to here. Didn’t even see… dragon. I wonder… did she feel… its warmth? “So… you know the prayer�� right?”

“Of kHH-“

“FFF-“don’tFEELit

“-course.”

managethepain manageit!

Breathe.

…Prayer. Right- “I sort of… followed it here.”

“…What?”

Deep breath, Link. Forehead… rest JUSTforehead, Link. Just that.

…Can’t tell her- not about the voice. She’d feel like- s$!^. “…Hylia… preserve us. Lift us from these- sands. Keep us with the dawn.”

“…Link, you- cannot be serious.”

“I’m so serious.”

“Those words- they are… intentionally vague, and widely regarded- to refer to ascension- to the afterlife.”

“I know.”

“W- wh?”

“I think it’s- like -a double-meaning.”

“What- makes you believe this?”

“The… updraft. Zelda- you felt it, right? How warm?”

“…Yes…”

“It was-“ …what do I say? An invisible dragon? “…Magic.”

“Whose magic?!”

How- the hell do I say this- without upsetting her?

Speak its name, Master.

RG!

“Hh-h!”

Fi, what the S#!^, I’m hanging off a CLIFF, here!

Forgive me for startling you, Master. I’d intended to offer advice only when solicited.

…Thanks.

I surmised interruptions may be unwelcome under the present circumstances.

THEY ARE.

As expected. Your concentration, however, may be secondary to securing the Princess’ understanding of this matter.

Secondary to NOT FALLING?!

Ascension is preferable to the mere absence of free-fall.

…Alright, fine, that actually- really does make a weird sort of sense but no, no no no it’s ALSO the kind of sense a dog has when he drops his bone in the damn water, and for me the dropping bone would be bones, and MY bones, and Zelda’s, so sorry, no, not falling IS, actually, more important than climbing up right this second though I’ll admit you woke me up again. Bright-eyed Link is back for at least a few- more- seconds-

The longer you remain immobile, the higher your probability of falling.

You know I know that, so- why distract me?!

To recommend you reveal Dinraal’s presence to the Princess.

…It’ll… she- Fi, she’ll know something’s wrong.

She will also understand your leap of faith.

So?!

Make of us a temple of hope.

I know the prayer, Fi. I was just talking about it.

Make of US, master. Not only you.

“…Oh.”

“Link? You- haven’t answered.”

…Damn. “…Dinraal.”

“D- Dinraal?”

“Yeah.”

“Din…RAAL?”

“That’s- what Fi said.”

“Fi?!”

“I saw it. In the distance. Fi told me what it was.”

“You SAW Dinraal?!”

“…Wait, do you know the name?!”

“It is- a legend! Writings are few, yet- a myriad of astonishing creatures are discussed in one of the Sheikah- tomes. Dinraal… is meant to be a great dragon- associated with the Spring of Power.”

“Yeah. It… definitely is a dragon.”

“…And you… saw…”

Oh no- Link. Her head is so- going- a mile a minute.

“Why… did I not see?”

…Fi?

You cannot tell her.

Which of the things I don’t really understand should I not say?

Avoid saying that which you do not understand.

But I don’t understand any of it.

Oh.

The prayer, Master.

Right. Right... “Zelda?”

“…Yes?”

“It helped us.”

“I- Link, I believe what you saw, and that it- facilitated our escape, but- the prayer hardly seems relevant.“

“But I was praying. The words- I- Zelda, I was so afraid to go north. I thought it was a death trap.”

“Yes… I agreed with you.”

“But the words- in my head- I prayed and suddenly there's the dragon. And- I just knew- we were going to make it.”

…She thinks I’m nuts, doesn’t she? Not because I saw the dragon, but because I’m slapping the prayer on there like it’s why Dinraal happened to be passing. It GOT us here, though. Not because it made the dragon be there, at least I don't think so, but because it made me really believe we could make it and I ran my ass off and made sure she did, too, and I didn’t hesitate with the glider-

Goddess. If I HAD hesitated – “Zelda- the prayer- stopped me from hesitating. Huiru and Reida- a few more seconds and they’d have caught us before we jumped, or we’d’ve jumped to get away from them before we were ready.”

“You- are saying the prayer guided your behavior.”

“…Yeah. Guess I am.” Sped my indecisive ass the hell up.

So quiet.

Except it’s not. It’s… really loud up here- with the wind. Not a ton of snow… just some flakes- but they’re whipping around. Little cold-speckles on my face. My- fingers.

“In-hKHh- these… lofty skies… make of us a temple… of hope.”

“If… if you- if you believe it- that it means here, and now, and… us… then what does it mean?”

“…A temple is a place of faith… of worship. Of prayer.”

We should be- a place of worship?

A place of prayer?

“I… am not sure I do believe it, Link, but…”

Her nuzzling me, please let that not be the last one ever, please let’s make it.

“…I believe in you.”

Warmnow. “I believe in you, too.”

“Hmm.”

AHhumming on what’s left

“Perhaps- that shall suffice.”

of the skin on my neck. Love it. Hurts. Love anyway.

Wh?! She’s- moving up again no way no WAY “Z- stay with me, don’t-“

“I-hh- am with you. Stay with me, also, Sir Knight.”

“I am, I just- Zelda, I’m-“ shakingshakingmorenowsomuchmore “I’m so afraid you’ll slip, you’ve never, ever done- ANYthing like this, have you?”

Her lips. My hair.

“No. Yet- I choose to believe in you. If you choose to believe in the prayer, then… I suppse you must also believe in me.”

“I-“ Huh? “I just- said I did!”

“Hm. To say is not enough. You must have faith in me, Sir Knight.”

“Wh-? I do-“

“Faith that I shall not fall.”

…Is that-

Is that what it means?

Shaking. Could hardly move. Bearing her weight. It’s easier if she takes it off, but… I have to- let her.

Yeah I’m not sure I can do that I’m shaking a thousand times harder now that I HEARD that foot she just took off me SCRABBLE for purchase to my right holy s#!^ holy s#!^ holy s#!^ HOLY S#!^ “My-y Goddess-s, Ze-elda, y-ou’re s-o-o spent, I kn-ow you are-h-h, I-h-h felt-t how-“

“As are you.”

Hylia “F-h-h.”

“Link…”

Preserve us

“We were- unable to progress-“

Lift us from these sands

“-while you- continued to bear- my full weight.”

Keep us “I-h- I know.”

“Believe in me.”

“I- h-h- do.” Look up, Link.

“And… haveKHh- hh-“

FFFholdit

“-hope… that we shall reach the top.”

…What was that, Link? That feeling in your chest.

Realistic.

Having realistic expectations.

Right?

That deep, dead- sinking- feeling. It’s not fear. It’s just truth.

Your body- says you’re not going to make it.

That’s just realistic.

But… hope doesn’t have to be realistic.

Her FOOT scrabbling again left this time and she’s going to start pulling me up if I don’t do it myself soon- somehow-

Breathe, Link. Deep in, stream out. Deep in, stream out. Awake. You see it- the next handhold. Just- do it. Just do it. Just- “Hylia- preserve us. L- lift-“

“Us from these- sands.”

Her too, keep up “Keep us- with the dawn.”

“In these- l- ofty- skies… hk-“

Shehasitshehasit “Make of us a-“ OH! ohshe- has- it- “a- temple of hope…”

“That when we descend… we may-“

“Breathe… new- LIFE-“ YES

“Into the surface’s green fields…”

Up “It’s- f-lowered meadows-“

“And its- vast- w- aters.”

“Th-at we may- scale its- mountains!” Like this! “Ha!”

“And seek out the wonders of its caverns!”

I like… cavern-wonders. “That we- hh- may- treat all life… with-reverence.” Like hers.

“K-KHh-h-“

“Ffff-“ controlcontrolstayfocused

“Hh- cherishing- not only its preservation- hh- h-“

UPLink helpher “…But its- freedom… for all things… must balance.” Like us.

“What you- raise- will one day fall.”

Do NOT think ‘Like us’ Link cut it the HELL out head shutupshutup aWAKE wakeup “W- What- what we- cultivate will one day wither…” maybe this isn’t the best part to be thinking about right now maybe go back to the beginning it’s more happy and less relevent, less falling and withering and-

BIG liftCAREFULZelda!

“…And all that lives will one day… die.”

Up, UPLink, catch up don’t drag- drag- her down, you’re- clipped together! “And… mgh-hh… and-“

“…On that day…”

Expectant, Link, listen. She- wants you to say it- “We- rise once more… though- though-“ next line not next not

“…Our body… sinks.”

Sinking, falling- why, Hylia? “H-Hylia, preserve us.”

“Lift us from these sands.”

“When the bonds of flesh release us…” …today?

“May your light illuminate our path.”

UP another, Link. Another. Shake that arm out aWAKE. Better. Now- left leg. Nevermind the prayer then- starts with- the falling and the sinking, the dying… and the… withering like your headstate, it’s not that, is it? Is it? Is this… the day we lose? Is- the hope- for something else? SomeONE else? Maybe we… die- someone else… picks up my sword and- goes on. Our hope, maybe some- kid in the canyon, far below. Maybe Hylia just… didn’t want us to die on that- field… didn’t want whoever that- guy was- to be able to turn us into those- those things, those- stals… or ReDeads.

“…Link.”

Her breath… warm-

“A temple of hope. Remember?”

Y-yeah-

“What you raise. What the Goddess raises- here- and now- through the strength we have left. And- we still- have some.”

…A little.

“Today-kh-h- we rise, Sir Knight.”

“Heh- hehe. Mgh.” Today.

Some day we fall.

“Hylia, preserve us.”

Again?

“Faith and prayer, Link. A temple of hope.”

Right. Faith, Link. In Zelda, even if nothing else, awake, aWAKE, shakeitout, though frankly if you decided not to believe in Hylia after what just happened, you’d be at least a little crazy, and considering Fi says she’s actually talked to Hylia and you HEARD her not all that long ago, you’d be even MORE- crazy (unless of course you ARE- just crazy, and- hearing- voices- in general including Fi in which case you just got lucky with the updraft thing and oh… wow AM I crazy? Dinraal was real… right? Has to be, Zelda hears Fi- NO NO she doesn’t! She reads what I hear on the slate…)

(Zelda’s real, right? I’m not imagining this? Because drop-dead-gorgeous-genius-magical Princess of the realm falling totally in love with you and pinning you down on her exquisite embroidery sounds kind of crazy now that I think about it).

Why do I do this to myself?

“Link?”

AHff- yeah. Shut up, Link. Give- one more- good shake. Right leg. Shake it – ward cramping the hell off. Then climb.

There.

Prayer? Climbing rhythm. “H-ylia, preserve us. Lift us- from these-“ UP “-sands.”

“Hehh-hh. Keep us… hh-khHh-“

It’sokayOKAY, up “…with the dawn.”

“Hh-hh- In thKhh-ese- l- lofty… skies…”

“Make- of us- a TEMple-“ careful! “of hope.”

“That- whHh-en we descend-“

“We may… breathe- new- LIFE” gripYES

“Into the surface’s green- fields!”

Shesoundsgood thatwasgoodsound “Its- flowered- meadows!”

“Hhh-hh. And its vast- waters!”

“That we- may- SCALE- its- mountains!”

“H-hehe. Link.”

“What?” She is- so smiling. “Too- hh- over-the-top?”

“Hmhmm. And- seek out- the wonders- of its KH-hh- caverns.”

“That we may treat- all- life- with reverence.”

“Cherishing… not only its- khH- preser- vation…hh-hh…”

“…But its freedom.” Because without that, there’s no point.

“For all things- must balance.”

It’s not- your- life, otherwise. “Hh. What you raise… will… one day…”

“Fall.”

But not- today. NOT today, Link. “What we cultivate- will- one day…”

“Wither.”

But NOT today, Link. Not if you- can just- keep- moving. “And all that lives will one- day…”

“Hhh-hh. Die.”

But not today. Today… we climb.

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“May- your- LIGHT- rrk-“

“Illuminate- our PATHGr-“ lift lift PULL Link oh

“Link?”

oh sh-ff-PAIN “Hhh-hh… hh-hhh- mgh-hhh…” No, no no no you can’t do this, not now-

“Link, what is it?”

“C- cramp.”

“Oh-hh- L- Link- try to relax-“

“Heh.” She would say that. Shake it shake it shake it OUT and DON’T slip holy f-“Ffff-fFFF! Mg- ghh-hh” got it kind of but my fingers my nose my feet already numb, cold, time is so running out, how far, how much further? “Z- elda?”

“Yes?”

“Can you- tell? How far?”

Shifting, don’t slip, Link she’s trying to see ohG-! Please don’t lean back!!! “ZEL!”

“O-oh…”

“Hhh-HH-“ HEART “hh-hH-“ your “hh-” heart, Link THUMPING thumping “N-never mind-” stop heart please

“Link- I- I don’t think it’s very far. Certainly not as far as we’ve come.”

Not as far as we’ve come could still be so far, it’s been so long already what- time- is it?

There it is- again. Your forehead on the stone. Frozen- stone. Getting icy. There’s- word for this- Link. Bad. Ice rock. Slippery. Fancy word?

Treacherous.

You… can do it- Link. One- handhold- at- a- time. One more. The next- one. Just- reach- justREACH”G-HHH!”

“Link?!”

NononoNONO no no no no slipping AND cramping shake it, SHAKE IT OUT!

“Link, what happened?!”

“Gh- ice. Cramp.”

Oh no, no- she’s gone quiet

“Link- just-hh- hhh. Just breathe. Try- try to relax-“

Can’t

“Where-?“

relax, can’t

“Is it- your forearm?”

will fall nod just nod and calf about to go too about to breathe she said breathe and she was right, that- maybe try- to catch a little more snow on your tongue, Link, everything’s wrong, you need water, salt, warmth, and food, and you can’t manage any of that right now except a few sprinkles of snow and even if you could once you start cramping you’re going to KEEP cramping what do I do I can’t even feel my FINGERS and there hasn’t been anywhere, nowhere to rest.

The clips.

I’m-

I’m going to fall.

She has to unclip.

Faith.

In her.

I have that.

Right?

She’s been doing- so well- except-

“KHhH-hh.”

still coughing

and- the ice

slippery

she needs me but

faith

have to have that

in her

maybe that’s what it means

really

I have to understand

It’s time to let her go? “Z-z- elda.”

“You c-can do it. F-ff- One more t-try.”

“Heh-h-h. The- c-clips.”

“…What?”

“Clips.”

“W-hat of them?”

“Take- them off.”

“…No.”

“P-please.”

“I shall h-f-f- not!”

Oh Goddess, the cold, too. She can’t stay still here with me, she CAN’T, she needs to move! “I-f-f- have- faith in you.”

“And I have faith- in YOU, Link. You sh-h-all- make it!”

Nononono. “Z-elda. I’m c-ramping. F-f-numb and- s-lipping. I’m- I’m-f-f-h- stuck.”

“I refuse- f-f-f- to- believe th-at.”

“I w-on’t be- a-ble. Not- h- unless- it’s just- f-fh-h… t-ten- f-h- eet?”

“Go the-h- ten, then. Don’t- g-ive up-h-h- now. F-f- g-o the t-en-h-h. Th-en- fifteen! Then-h-“

“Zel.”

The way she’s- “F-f-f-h-” breathing.

Upset.

“F-ff-f-hh-“

Sorry. “Please. If I- f-f-“ stopshivering comeon “-fall. If-f- you’re- c-h-lipped-“

“I c-ompre-h-hend p-herf-f-ect-ly. And I- h-h- shall n-ot un-nclip.”

“Z-h-h?! Zelda- p-h-lease!”

“I shall- f-h- not!”

Goddess.

“F-f-ff-h-h-ff.”

Goddess. “H-f-f-h-h.”

Reach. Link, reachreachREACH”RRRgK-h!” OHf “Zelda-h-h, I’m- ff-ff- so s-orry, I a-hm- s-SO sorry-f-f-h- my- LIMBS-s-h- just f-f- h-won’t- do it-h!”

“Then ph-f-ff- we shall-h-h- re-main-n h- here. Together!”

Stubbornstubborn! “No-“

“To-h-h-GETHER, Link!”

Just- breathe “F-f-“ Link. Breathe and think.

Breathe “f-h-“ in. Breathe out “h-f-f.“ Get a “f-h-h-“ rhythm. Maybe- maybe then you can“F-f-f-h-“

“F-h-hh-h-f-h-f-“

manage something. Breathe in. “F-f-f-fh-“ breathe “f-h-h-“ out. Breathe in. Breathe “Fph-hh-“out. Don’t slip. “H-f-h-“Keep grip. Breathe out. “Hah-h-f-h-“Keep grip. Breathe out. Hold “f-f-f-“ on. “F-f-h-“ Breathe out. Breathe in “h-gh-f-h-“ breathe out. “F-f-f-h-“Fingers. “F-h-f-“ Breathe out hurts SO?!!?! “H-h-f-“ Who cares “f-f-F-F-f-“ if you hurt, your “f-h-f-“ Princess“f-h-“ is STUCK TO YOU!

What if- you’re “f-F-h-“ almost there? Imagine how- “f-hh-h“ stupid “S-TU-h-h-h- PID!”

“L-h-h-ink?”

you’d be- to die now-

“H-h-h-please h-h.”

what if you’re only fifteen, or “f-f-F-F-F-h-“ twenty, or thirty or forty “h-h-“ feet from the top or “f-f-“ fifty, even? How “f-f-“ stupid “RRR-f-h!” How stupid after coming so “f-f-h-“ far. “RrrRRR-f-f-rrRRR!!”

“L-h-ink-h“

Breathe IN “f-f-f-h.“ Breathe out. “F-F-F-F-H-“shakeOUT. Breathe in. Breathe “f-h-h-“out. Still “f-h-“ stuck. “F-h-“ muscles. Breathe in. Breathe out. The Goddess “f-f-h-F-h-h-“ SHE said. “F-h-“ temple. Of Hope. Chip “h-h-f-“ at ice?

“-K- hhkh-h.”

“FFFf”HURTS in. Breathe out.

“Lin-h-h-k.”

Breathe “f-H-h-h-“ in. Breathe out. Air “f-f.“ Why do I “F-H-“ need more? Breathe out.

“…Let-f-h- me.”

Let you “f-h-“ what?

“I c-an khhHH-h-h-h- hook-f-h you.”

What?

“My-h-h- legs.”

“No way.” Crazy that’s crazy, so much “f-f-h-“ more weight on her hands, she’s “f-H-h-f-“desperate, she “f-H-“ doesn’t know what “f-h-f-“ to do any more than “h-h-hoh-“ you do, Link, other than to just let me fall, “f-F-f-“ stuck, you’re “F-hh-f-“ stuck, you’ll fall eventually and you “f-h-h-h-h-“ CAN’T take your Princess “f-HF-h-“ with you, can you reach behind, reach the “h-f-f-h-“clips, undo them?

“L-ink-?“

Cease, Master!

“LINK-H-h!”

No no no NO “NO, Z-elda, d-h-on’t stop-h- m-e-h-H-H! “

“LINK, I WOULD DIE BE-H-FORE I S-EE YOU GIVE UP-h-HH!”

“I’m-H-h- not- GIVING-h- up, h- I’m- h- letting- h- you f-f-go!”

“I shall-h-h- not let-h-h-h- YOU go! Desist at once!”

“Hhg- mm-h-h. Zel- da. F-f-f-h-” I can’t even look in her eyes, she “f-f-h-“can’t see “Please. H-p-lease-h-h. I don’t f-f-f- want to- pull you f-h-h- with me!”

“P-h-recisely, h-h-Knight!”

“Wh-h-f-f?!”

“You-h- sh-all-f-f-f- not p-ull me f-h-with you.”

“I-“

“For you shall-h- NOT-h-h- fall.”

“G-Goddess, Z-e-elda, I’m-f-f-f-h stuck!”

“A t-emple of-f-h- h-ope, Link-“

“You-h- ARE my-h- hope! Please- f-f-let me let-h-h- YOU-h-h- LIVE!”

“The INSTANT we h- h- are-h- separated your f-f-f- life is-h- in far g-reater j-h-h-eopardy, for I h-h-know how you f-f-f-value mine!”

“Zelda, I- WON’T F- give up f-F-f, I j-ust f-f-want you-h- SAFE h-H!”

“And- I f-f- want YOU KH-kh-s-h-afe, and khHHHh-h-f-f- you are-h- s-afest with-h-h- my life b-ound to f-h-yours!”

Breathe. “F-f-f-f.” Breathe, Link. “F-h-“ hang on.

“I won’t be able to live with my”F-f-f-“ self if I kill you” doesn’t matter much, does it, if I’m dead a few seconds after it happens, how do I argue with her on this?

Breathe in “f-f-F-f-h.”

“KhHHh-h-h.”

Breathe out “h-h-hh-h.”

How long before our “f-f-F-f-h” fingers slip?

out “h-h-h-” breathe

Oh?

Her “f-h-”cheek on my ear, she moved down “f-f-h-” down a little, wasting her “f-f-h-h-”energy

“My-h- love. If- either of us f-falls h-h-h- Hyrule is h-h- lost.”

Breathe “f-h-“ Link. “… I-h- know-h.” Breathe. “I- h-f-f-f… Zel-d-h-a, I-h- n-eed a- l-h-ledge. Even if-f- h- it’s s-small-h-, I h-h- just-“

“OOOOYYYYYY!”

WHAT?!

“Oh-hh! F-f-h-”

“IF YOU’RE DOWN THERE MAKE NOISE!”

“OH-h!”

WAITWAIT “Z-el-f-f-f- wait, Yiga, what-h-h- if-f-?”

“If we h-h-h-h-h- s-tart h- thi-h-inking like th-at we sh-shall h- never have-f-f-f- an ally, e-h-h-ver a-gai-n. HEH-H-LLO! HELL-H-LO-h-h, WE’RE h- HERE!”

…Yell or “f-f-“ fall, Link, it’s ”h-h-h-“ an easy choice “f-h-“ really “H- HERE-f-f-f! D-h- OWN-h HERE!”

“GOT THEEEEEEM!”

“F-f-h-“Hylia-

“Oh-h- KH- L-ink-f-h-h-!”

“I’VE GOT THEEEEEM!!”

HYLIA “f-f-“ thank “h-h-“ you THANK YOU “f-h-“

“I c-an’t-“

“HERE! HEEEEEEEEEEEERE!”

“KH-hh-f-f-f-f-f-h- can’t-h- quite f-f-f-f- h- see. J-h- ust-“

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!”

“-a- head-h-h- just-t-h b-arely-h.”

“O-k-h-ay.” Link “f-f-f-“ Link. Relieved “f-f-“ great but DON’T “f-h-“ RELAX stay- stay alert- “f-f-f-f-f-“ grip-

“HANG ON!! WE’LL LOWER A ROPE!”

“Z-el-f-f-f-“

“Kh-hh- hold- ff-f- on, Link.”

“F-f-f-F-f-f-f-“Shivering “f-f-h-f-“ more again so many “f-h-“ ups and downs once we’re “f-h-f-h-“up there we’re “f-h-h-“ going to pass “f-f-h-“out, aren’t we? “F-h-h-F-F-F-h-h-“ as soon as that “f-h-h-“ relief really “f-h-“ hits, can’t “f-f-“ let “h-h-h-“ yourself “f-h-“ Link, just in case “f-f-“ assess, assess first “f-h-h-“ assess who it is “f-f-h-“ how many “f-h-“ really safe?

Then again “f-f-f-f-f-“ if not “f-f-“ safe, they “f-h-“ lower rope then “f-h-h-h-“ we grab it they just let it “f-h-“ go- “Z-el-h-”

“Y-es?”

Quiet, Link. “I’ll-h-h- grab. H-h. Rope. F-irst. Keep-h-h- climb-h-ing-h. With me. F-f-f-f-f-h- h-h- at first?”

“You-h- don’t trust them.”

“I’m-h- f-f-f- h- less-h trusting-h-h- these-h-h- days.“

“I… “

…Please listen.

“F-f-f-f-f-f-h… un-dersta-h-nd.”

Good. “F-f-f-f-h-h-h-“ good. “F-h-hh. Unclip.”

“F-f-f-f-h-h-h-h- h- h- don’t- you- dare- f-f- let go!”

Wish she could “f-f-“ see me “f-h-“ smile at her. “Yes, Prin-c-cess-s-h-h.”

Good “f-f-f-h-h.”

And.

She’s- not attached. So f$&*ing “f-f-h-h-“ terrifying please “f-f-f-“ for the love of “h-h-“ Hylia please “f-f-“ don’t “f-f-“ slip for all the love “f-h-h-h-f.”

“ARSDEN!!”

“HEERE!”

“HURRY THE ANCHOR, LET’S GO, LET’S GO!”

That “f-h-h-h-“ sounds- good. “F-h-h-h-“ genuine or sincere or “f-h-“ whatever. Tone right. Huiru and Reida “f-h-h-“ always- a little off.

A temple of “f-f-f-f-“ hope, Link. Not- dread. “F-h-h-h-f-h.”

Maybe I’m “f-f-h-“ reading too much “f-h-“ into it.

…She “f-f-f-“ slips, Link? You “f-f-“ing catch her and “f-h-h-“ if you “f-f-“ can’t, you “f-h-“ leap right after her, grab her and whip that “f-h-h-“ paraglider back “f-h-“ out, you’ll probably “f-h-h-“ still “f-h-“ die, but “f-f-h-h-h-“ better chance with “f-f-f-“ than without.

“IT’S IIIIIIIIIIN!”

“GET READY DOWN THERE!”

Here it comes. “F-f-f-f-h-h. I- I’ll h- hold your- f-f-f-f- h-arness.”

No “f-f-f-f-“ answer?

She “f-f-h-“ understands. “F-h-h-“ I’ll let go if they “f-f-h-“ drop me.

And- “f-h-f-h-“ here it is. “F-f-f-f-f-“ Here’s ho-OPINGHylia- stupid- ARM! “F-f-f-h-“ grab it!

“L-ink?”

“T-h-ry-ing.” Come on Link “f-f-h-h-“ BAD time to have a “f-h-h-h-“ hard time “f-h-“ letting go! Come on, arm. Just a “f-h-h-h-“ second with “h-f-h-“ more weight just do it, DO IT, Link “Gh-hh!” got it the foot now the FOOT “f-f-gh-h- f-gh-“ loop yes got it “got it- f-f-f-h-h- GOT IIIIIT!” SWITCH, Link, bad arm on “f-h-h-“ rope good arm on harness, just in case OH and goingup “Zel!”

“I- know-h-h!”

She’s moving, good, the “f-h-“ SECOND something goes “f-f-f-“ wrong with Zelda you be ready- you “f-f-f-f-h-” Concentrate. “F-h-h.“ Of course! Do the Thing.

Can I “ff-f-h-“ do the Thing in this “f-h-h-“ condition?

You know what, yes “f-F-h-h-“ yes I can, because MELEE. “F-h-h-h-f.” You can do it, Link. The instant “ff-h-h-“ anything goes wrong. Just “f-hh-h-“ stay frosty. “F-h-h-ff-hh-ffh-hh-hhh-f-f-f-f.” Frosty.

“Hh-Khh-h-f-f-h.”

No nono she’stooslow “Zel-h-“

”No- no good, Link!”

And HERE SHE IS, “f-f-“ goodbye “h-f-f-“ safety plan-

“OOOYYYY IS THAT ALL OF YOU NOW?!”

“H-h-h-ohh-hh…”

Maybe… don’t answer? “F-f. Hh-h-h.”

“…IT IS! H-h-khh.”

Good, Zelda, still “f-f-f-“ finding grips-

“NEXT TIME YOU’RE DANGLING FROM A CLIFF-

calm “f-f-“ down Link, hope, remember?

“-WAIT TIL YOU’VE ALL GOT THE ROPE TO SAY YOU’VE GOT IT, YOU HEAR?!!”

Yeah we’re “f-f-f-“ hearing and praying too

“HEAVE!”

“Link. KhH-ff-f-f.”

“Yeah-h-h-h.”

“They- ‘ve- f-f- not h- let us- go-h-h.”

“HEAVE!”

“H-h-heh-h.” Be ready anyway. You’re “f-f-h-“ going to be seeing Yiga everywhere for “f-h-h-h-“ the next month. “F-F-h.” Year?…Til the Calamity comes.

“KhhHHhh-h-h-f-f-hh.”

She-

“HEAVE!”

“F-f-f-f-khHh.”

I really hope she “f-f-eh-h-h-” stops coughing quick. With some rest.

“THAT’S IT!”

And wow- “f-f-f-“ wow we are- actually getting pulled up, aren’t we? “F-f-h-h-h.” It wasn’t even- wow. “Ff-h-f-h-h-“ it really WOULD’ve been “f-hh-h-“

“KhHh-h-ehh-h-h- f-f.”

stupid for you to stop there “f-f-h-fhh-h-h-“ Link.

“THAT’S IT! Arsden, keep that thing steady.“

“We’ve got it, sir!”

“Hennig.”

“Ready.”

“That’s it. That’s it- a little more. Ma’am, I’ll grab your free arm first.”

“Y-h-h-f-f- es.”

“That’s- it, good, I’ve got you, stay on the rope, though! Hennig!”

“Almost- your arm, man, here!”

It’s okay, okay, Link lethergo she’s got the rope, too-

“Gh- got- you, HEAVE!”

“Oh-hh-h-th- ank-h-“

SNOWface”F-h-h-ah-h-h-hf-“ ground ground

“Th-h-h-ank-“

ground solid

“Our pleasure, believe me, ma’am!”

“Goddess Almighty- captain, his!!?”

“Dear-Godd-!”

“Ha- hahaha-“ that’s about my back “f-f-f-F-f-f-“

“Oh- ff-! THE STRETCHERS, NOW!”

isn’t it?

“Sir, her too-“

“I see, I- Hennig. Water.”

“Wh-? Oh sh- yes- sir!”

Link. Don’t go- twilight-

“Here, here-“

-yet- Link. NECK “Ah-hh!”

“Sorry, man, but you’re parched.”

Oh- waterWATER”mGH-gh -GH-ghkHh-h- hh- hhh-“ Zelda “her! H-h-she needs…”

“The captain’s got her.”

“Gmpg. Gmpg-hKHHhh-hh.”

Good.

“Khh-HHh. Hh-h. Gmpg-h.”

Good.

“Hh-hh. Th- ank you, sirs.”

“Here, here- sir, ma’am, we’re going to pull you, alright?”

Sir and ma’am. We should…

“Strap you on the stretchers.”

probably....introduce ourselves....

“Captain- his back-“

“Face him down.”

Zelda hasn’t.

“Uh. Uh.”

Maybe- would sound crazy?

“Just keep his head off the ground.”

“Y-yes sir. Yeah, okay, um.”

f-ing hurts

“Skies, he’s heavier than he looks.”

Must be that I’m such- dead… weight…

“Could be the sword.”

“Gotta take that off, anyway.”

“Gh.” Can’t… “can’t lose… that.”

“We won’t, we’ll strap it up-?”

“Come on, Hennig, move!”

“It’s- I- I don’t-“

It’s not… THAT heavy…

Wait… wait… not heavy at ALL. Real light… for a longsword…

“Skies above. How- how do you lift this?!”

…huh? “’S…not heavy” betternow

“Hennig- Hennig we need to move him, get the damn sword off him!”

“I can’t!”

“You’ve gotta be- r-kh. Huh?”

Stoptugging aWAKEwake swordfine justleaveit

“…I don’t-?”

Got so warm.

“How the hell did this thing not pull him right off the cliff?””

Better.

“L-Link? Fff-h-hh.”

Zelda? Whoshakingshoulder? Off, hurts.

“Link f-fh-h- can you- still hear me?”

“…Did she say Link?”

‘Course.

“She did.”

“It’s- just f-f-f- me. I’ll take the- sword off. A-lright?”

Mightaswell it’syourswordanywayright?

“…There.”

“Ma’am- you can LIFT that?!”

“M-ight I- f-f-f-h- request, good sirs, that we discuss it later? My kn-i-ght-h-h-f-f-f- is in- d-esperate need of- f-f-f-f-h- care.”

“Your…”

“Elixirs, captain?”

“F-f-f-h.”

“…knight? Eh- yes, go on, strap him in, use the salve-”

“All of it from the looks of it.”

“Maybe. So… your knight… named Link?”

“Yes. F-f-f-f-h-h. H-h-kHh-h. I- am f-f-f- Princess Zelda.”

“What?” “That… can’t be true.” “The Princess?!”

“Sh!”

“Link and I- khHh-hh- were f-f-h beset on the Irch Plain. We are- h- fortunate to have made it h-here.”

“F-hh-f-kh-khHh. H-here.”

“What-“ “Is that…?”

“This is- h-h-h-h- the Sheikah Slate.”

“Move, men. Go on, finish up with him! Ma’- Princess…"

“F-fh-khHHHhh.”

"...Let’s get you strapped in. We'll get you to the garisson as fast as possible.”

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Little star's favorite

It all started when Talia came to Gotham with a gift.

The gift in question was a twelve year old boy.

Bruce stared at the boy who was almost the exact replica of Damian if not for the blue eyes and longer hair. He looked utterly perplexed at the sight of Bruce, tilting his head before frowning at his mother with a visibly displeased look.

"Beloved, may I introduce you to Danyal, our Damian's twin brother. He was... Away... On a mission until recently." Talia hummed, a hand on Danyal's back.

"You... You didn't think to tell me about him when you told me about Damian?" Shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the boy who looked a little more like him than Talia and felt himself softening. "Hello Danyal."

"Hello."

Talia smiled, before her expression fell. "A little warning, beloved. The twins do not get along. Damian is quite the competitive child and Danyal... Well, he's the nicer one if I must say." She shrugged, running her fingers through her son's hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on now, Najmi As-Sagheer (my little star)."

"Ummi... Must I join them? I am perfectly fine with remaining in the league." Danyal muttered, eye twitching but his expression was quickly schooled into neutrality.

"Yes, Danyal." She sighed, "I have no intention of letting father keep you."

Bruce raised a brow at her words.

"That is a conversation for another time, habibi." Talia lazily insisted, gently pushing Danyal towards Bruce.

Bruce, for all he's lived, immediately recognized a feral cat in the form a child. Yep. Another Damian. That was seemingly the nicer one.

But he was scruffy little thing who was being called little star by his mother. Bruce blinked, offering his hand to Danyal (like how a person would do by letting a cat sniff his hand to see if they were safe).

Danyal, more twitchy and annoyed than his brother, looked at the hand like it had personally offended him.

And that is how Batman brought home another child while holding him by the scruff.

(Danny hated everyone except for Alfred—both cat and butler)

Danyal was a much quieter person compared to Damian. Unlike his brother who had practically came into their lives guns blazing and declaring that he was the rightful heir to the bat, Danyal mainly ignored them. He would glare, snarl, and scowl, but not in the way Damian did. The kid was obviously threatened by them, but more for his own safety rather than inheritance.

He avoided them like the plague, only welcoming the company of Alfred and occasionally Cass.

He didn't join in on the vigilante business, opting to stay back with Oracle and just quietly direct them on their missions. It was strange in all honesty.

They didn't know much about Danyal, aside from the fact that his mother called him little star for his natural love of space. That he liked to tinker with gadgets and make his own weapons. That he really liked fudge.

Aside from that, the kid was quiet and was usually hiding out in his room.

Tim wasn't particularly thrilled to have another demon brat in the family. He avoided Danyal as much as possible expecting for the boy to be just like his brother and attack him.

But apparently not.

It's one of those unfortunate times that Tim's sleep deprivation and overload on energy drinks gets him benched by Alfred and not Bruce. No one particularly wanted to argue with their beloved butler/grandpa so Tim was stuck in place. It was a much quieter night than usual, almost peaceful (as much as Gotham can get).

Babs was relieved of her duties to have a night off, rest and relax and such, while Tim manned the bat computer in Oracle's place. He almost didn't notice the mop of black hair that suddenly appeared beside him.

Tim didn't want to admit it, but he flinched at Danyal's presence and how he was quietly standing there with a tray of coffee and cookies. Blue eyes blinked at him, silently pushing the tray forward to offer Tim the lone cup (most likely for him) and the plate of cookies.

Suspicious, Tim narrowed his eyes. "Alfred wouldn't make me coffee after benching me for this kind of thing."

Danyal shrugged, "Made it myself. Thought you'd need it since the others will be gone for a while."

"That's poisoned."

"It's not." Danyal frowned, immediately taking the cup and taking a couple sips himself before once again offering it to Tim.

Now, Tim wasn't stupid enough to ignore the possibility of Danyal having some tolerance to poison. But Tim was also tolerant to a lot of poisons so might as well.

When taking one sip, he was already feeling weird. One, there was no poison. Two, it was actually pretty good.

Danyal just sat there and stared at the screen, munching on cookies and pointing at the screen whenever Robin started to stray from the patrol route. Tim had a lot of fun reportingtattling to Bruce about it.

Eventually, it became a routine.

Danyal always sat beside Tim. Quiet and just offering random stuff, either food, some little gadget he made, or just the most bizarre stuff he found while at school.

Tim learned many things about his weird little brother. How cameras go crazy around him. How he had his reasons for not being touched. How Danyal was more silent than Cass. How Danyal vanished and reappeared at times.

(The glowing green eyes were the most concerning.)

He never really took notice of how Danyal started to gravitate to him. Always with him, barely without.

(Tim refused to admit that he was just the same.)

"Can I go on patrol with you?" Danyal asked, tugging at his Red Robin suit with a curious look. "I wanna meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

And Tim didn't really see much of a problem with that. Danyal was a highly trained assassin that Ra's apparently trusted to go on a solo mission while Damian had to be whisked away from the league. It wasn't too absurd for Tim to just shrug and let his kid brother tag along.

He was also very sure that his baby brother was an eldritch being with how the shadows seemed to rise around him. Yeah, the baby was a cryptid amongst a family of supposed cryptids. Very fitting.

It's a nice night. With Danny running amok with Tim, clearly having fun. But that one looks of sadness didn't escape Tim when Danny paused and looked to the sky with longing.

Tim remembers how Danny rambled about the stars in their shared moments, where it's just them.

Tim remembers how Danny would describe the sky in Nanda Parbar and how he often snuck out just to see it.

Tim remembers how much his little brother likes space and turns to the cloudy sky of Gotham that hides the stars.

Tim remembers how he was often depraved of the brotherly love he wanted. How he didn't get the full experience of having an older brother.

"You okay, little star?"

Danyal snapped his head towards Tim, eyes blown wide and flashing green (he knows that wasn't normal but he ignores that in favor to the way Danyal visibly softens at the nickname).

"'m okay, akhi." Danyal muttered, following after Tim after adjusting his own hood.

And it's like his heart stops.

Yep.

Tim has had Danyal for barely a year and he was willing to throw hands with Ra's, Talia, and Bruce for him.

"C'mon, qalbi(my heart). Batburger's still open."

He barely noticed the shift after that. But others think it's a glaring change that often made them stop and stare.

Danyal went to Tim whenever he needed anything.

If Danyal wasn't in bed, you'd find him snuggled up to Tim.

Danyal hated it when people touched him... Except for Tim.

Danyal liked Tim the most.

The day Dick thought it was a good idea to call Danyal 'Danny' (a nickname that was only used by Tim and Alfred), he almost got stabbed. Well, that's where all the stabbiness went to.

Safe to say, Tim was Danny's favorite.

And Danny was Tim's.

"Drake! What have you done to my brother?!" Damian pointed a katana at Tim, who lazily glanced his way before turning back to Danny who was comfortably snuggled up to him and watching Blue while Tim scrolled on Tiktok.

"I haven't done anything to Danny, demon brat. Now shoo!" Tim's irritation could be heard from a mile away, shamelessly shooing Damian away with a flick of his wrist. Then the next second, he was combing his fingers through Danny's hair and listening to his younger brother make a purring noise.

(Another point of investigation because that is not fucking normal, Tim. Cute though!)

"I refuse to believe that Danyal would prefer you over me!"

"You're just salty that he stabs you like you stab me." Tim waved him off again, watching as Danny yawned and continued to ignore everyone else.

The click of a camera immediately alerts him and he's tugging Danny down before the much younger boy lunges at Dick.

"Woah! What's up with him?" Dick nervously asked, instinctively raising his phone above his head.

"Delete that!" Tim snarled, pulling Danny closer and guiding his brothers face to his shoulder. "You know he hates it when people take pictures without consent!"

(Tim doesn't tell them that something goes every wrong with the footage if Danny was ever in the picture.)

"Dick." Tim warned, effortlessly picking up Danny, because yes, his seemingly cryptid baby brother could become weightless, and snatched Dick's phone. Yep. Instead of Danny, there was a very strange figure, a glitching silhouette of black and green. He deletes it immediately.

Dick was pouring, "I don't have any pics of Danny—"

"Don't call me that, Richard." Danny scowled, clinging to Tim like a koala. He was strangely more child-like than Damian, muttering about annoying people who interrupted bonding time. (Dick was just forced to pout.)

"Danyal." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at Danny who was still comfortably cuddled up to Tim. "It is not appropriate to cling to Drake in such a way! You will embarrass our mother and father if you are seen acting like a petulant child!"

Tim wanted to argue that no, he wouldn't embarrass Talia and Bruce by being a kid, but Danny just grabbed a cookie from nowhere (note to self, add possible teleportation powers to cryptid baby) and shoved it into his mouth.

Danny just yawned, fixing Damian with a lazy glare.

"Tuhali, can you shut up?"

Damian stood stock still, while Jason and Bruce choked on their own spit. Jason slapping a hand over his mouth and Bruce just staring at his twins like the apocalypse was about to return.

"What did you just call me?"

Danny yawne again, "My spleen."

Tim knew what Tuhali meant. Of course he fucking knew Arabic! But to think that his cryptid baby brother was straight up calling Damian his spleen?

The spleen that Tim doesn't have.

The spleen that's important to the immune system but you can survive without it?

Tim grinned, grabbing his cryptid baby and made a run for it.

Yep.

Danny was definitely his favorite.

Credits to: @strangergraphics for the dividers used.

#good mom talia al ghul #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #Little star's favorite #damian and danny are twins #Danny still died in this au and the lazarus pits brought him back Phantom style #Tim and Danny being good bros to each other #its them against the world #how danny died is up to you guys #damian could have killed him though since they dont like each other in this au #danny fenton #tim drake #red robin #the mission is up to you guys #Tim heard his most cryptid kinda eldritch horror baby brother call him akhi and said “MINE”

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