Soo, is there potential interest in a TouKen Zine? 🥺💞
I want to see if it's even worth thinking about and if there is enough interest to plan one, so any reblogs and comments are very welcomed and would help me a lot!
Please also vote in the poll below for me to see the rough interest for one <33
(FYI: Nowadays a fanzine is a collaboration between multiple artists, writers or other creatives with a certain focus, may it be a character, ship or any media. After everyone has finished a piece, it can be sold as a physical book with merch or be kept digital or a mix of both.)
Thank you for your time ♥️
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Only the Dead 4
part 1
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Their way through the city is slow. Several times, they have to backtrack to avoid a ghost horde; others, they’re forced to proceed from ground level. Fortunately, the spectral skeletons they do encounter are easily dealt with by Phantom.
They’re halfway to Crime Alley when Damian notices Phantom shivering. Deliberately, Phantom takes in a breath-- Damian hadn’t even been aware Phantom could breathe-- and when he exhales, his breath fogs. “Are you cold?” Damian asks incredulously. It’s the middle of summer, and he’s sweating enough for his Robin suit to stick to him uncomfortably.
“Cold as the dead,” Phantom jokes. Despite his jovial tone, his brows are furrowed together, and his lips purse grimly. “It’s an extrasensory ability. I get chilled when I sense other ghosts.”
Damian drops from the roof to the next level of a fire escape, where they’re less likely to be seen. Phantom floats after him. “You didn’t have this reaction to the hordes we’ve passed.”
“Sure, but the skeleton ghosts are weak, and like, subsentient? Even the weakest sentient ghost I know can take them one-on-one if he wants. And they’re everywhere.” Phantom waves an arm expansively. “But whatever I’m sensing now is strong. Really, really strong.”
“Then we must proceed with caution.”
Phantom hums an agreement and dims his aura to near nonexistence.
They go even slower after that, carefully checking corners and even breaking through windows and cutting through buildings if it helps them avoid confrontation.
They’re a stone’s throw from Crime Alley when they find them. On the street below them are Nightwing, Red Robin, and Batgirl. Even from the distance, Damian can see that Dick’s face is wet with tears, but they look unharmed and alive. Damian’s knees go weak with relief.
Thoughtlessly, he opens his mouth to call out to them, but Phantom slaps a hand over it to silence him. He ignores the glare Damian shoots him. “Listen,” he says, very, very quietly.
”...yet my forces fail to advance,” Batgirl is saying. “Even if it isn’t that wretch Phantom, doubtless it is another of his vile species. Bring me its core.”
“Yes, my liege,” says Red Robin. He bows and turns toward Crime Alley.
“Pariah Dark’s a woman?!” Phantom mutters.
Red Robin stiffens, face turning toward them. He sees them.
Suddenly, Damian is falling, down and down, his vision flickering as they pass through the floors and then beneath the building. Just as quickly as they had started, they stop. Damian draws a breath and is assaulted by the stench of sewage. He shoves away from Phantom and valiantly tries to avoid retching.
Phantom hovers over him awkwardly, hands close but not touching him. “Robin! Are you okay?”
“What was that?” Damian hisses, scrubbing the back of one hand over his lips.
“I’m sorry!” Phantom says. “He saw us! I had to get us away!”
“He wouldn’t have seen us if you hadn’t given us away!”
“I know! I’m sorry!”
“Take me back,” Damian demands.
“What? No! Are you crazy?”
“Those are my-- comrades.” Damian barely manages to catch himself. “I have to save them.”
“What can you even do?” Phantom rakes his hands through his hair. “That ghost overshadowing Batgirl is the strongest ghost there is! Even if you had a way to force him out, and you don’t, we’d still get crushed like bugs!” Phantom cards his hands through his hair again and heaves a breath. Calmer, he says, “We have other priorities anyway.”
“Like what?” Damian says through clenched teeth.
“Were you even listening?” Phantom says. “We need to get to Crime Alley. We need to get to whoever you wanted to meet up with before the Fright Knight does.”
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