#and Klarion looked almost sad

[nelkcats]

Love me, Love me not

To gain power and cause chaos Klarion summons the Ghost King; when Danny appears in the summoning circle Klarion confesses that he is in love with him, and he is what he always dreamed of, the halfa is confused at first but the witch boy sounds so certain that he starts to believe it.

After some time with him Danny starts to like the witch and considers dating him, but the more time they spend together, the more doubtful he becomes about his decision and one day the halfa finally asks "Why do you love me?" Klarion immediately replies "Because you are powerful"

Danny is confused by that answer. He had been helping Klarion for a couple of days and the boy always praised his power, but surely he had to love something else? Feeling his heart in his throat the halfa asked "And what else?", Klarion remains silent.

Is a bittersweet revelation for Danny, who thought someone finally loved him for more than just his power, he probably should have seen it coming; but they had been through so much, discovered so much about the world together, that the Ghost King foolishly thought they were really falling in love.

Before the boy can break his heart into more pieces, the King runs away feeling like the world's biggest idiot. Of course Klarion only wanted power from him, he said so from the beginning. But Danny wanted so badly to believe otherwise.

He could go back and kill him with a snap of his fingers, but what good would it do? He would only be destroying himself, because at the end of the day the Ghost King fell in love with the Witch boy.

When Danny runs, Klarion realizes that he was in love with him, but maybe it's too late for that

[half-dead-ham]

With chaos brings Justice

My last entry for the DpxDCshipweek, sad I couldn't get through it in it entirety, but happy I made some for it at all!

links: [Ao3] Wc: 6656 Cw: implied/referenced torture

John Constantine was a man of few pleasures. He liked booze, nights with a full bed and belly, and keeping his head attached to his shoulders.

 So when he felt a surge of chaos magic flood the board room of the Justice League Watchtower one long morning into their bi-monthly meeting that for some reason he decided to show up to, he felt any chance of him recovering this day with booze or food leave the solar system entirely.

 Before the other Leaguers even felt the pressure change that came with teleporting magics John was on his feet, readying a defence spell just in case who (or what) decided to attack first, talk second. ‘Course the other gits just saw him knock back his chair with a flask of whatever he’d poured himself last night and thought for a second he was trollied.

 He always loved it when the other blokes did that. Fuckin’ hell, where was Zatanna when you needed her?

 He would’ve cracked a smile when the rest of them finally got the memo that sumthin’ foul was afoot, but John was too focused on the fact that he recognized the magic to try and play this off as anything but deadly serious. Why was he the only one here that was able to deal with this particular brand of chaos? Why couldn’t he have bloody stayed home like all the other bloody times he’d missed a meeting?

 The magic was perceptible now, a swirling red cloud hovering over the conference table like it might start raining blood, a static in the air, the smell of lamp oil and chaos magic making John's nose twitch. There wasn’t any use in trying to fool himself as a figure formed in the cloud, and any trace of those lovely effects of his bevvy of choice went straight out the airlock.

 A pale-faced child emerged from the mist, curly black hair with two styled points partially obscuring a set of beady black eyes that looked down their nose at the group surrounding the table.

 “Klarion,” the teen turned to John, expression unusually flat. The witch boy Hadn’t yet said anything, and his blasted familiar kept its place on his shoulder, hissing but not leaping into action.

 Now that John got a good look at the chaos magic user he almost wanted to look surprised. Klarion had changed his style; no longer was he dressed in puritan settler chic, now he wore dark jeans with black converse, a white t-shirt with the runic symbol for creation in red, and a black sleeveless overcoat. It looked grunge, and John could almost appreciate it.

 Almost.

 “Now what does the infamous Witch Boy need that he’s ‘ported in 'on our lovely gathering?” John asked, seeing as the teen (an’ he looked like a proper teen now, didn’ he?) wasn’t feeling especially chatty. His defensive spell was almost complete, if John could just keep the lil shit distracted for a little longer-

 “Stupid heroes, I have come because I have a task for you,” the Witch boy announced, looking like he sucked a lemon while saying it.

 John could see a few others in the room looking at each other in confusion, but he kept his eyes firm on the brat in front of him. “Oh? An’ what task would require our services, oh mighty mage?”

 The Witch Boy’s eyes narrowed at him, clearly not liking the sarcasm in his tone. Surprisingly, to him at least, Klarion turned to Superman, not falling to the taunt like he would’ve before.

 “Someone I respect has been captured by the American government, and while I would have no problem raising the place to the ground myself-” more than a few of the heroes present tense at that, “-this person would only find more trouble in me doing so.”

 Now that brought up a nice heap of questions for the surrounding men in tights. Why, or better yet how does Klarion know someone that needs help from the Justice League. Someone who he apparently respects enough to go for help from a group of stuffy adults with sticks shoved so far up their-

 "And why should we help you?" The big ol' Bat asks what's on the tip of everyone's tongues.

 Klarion turns to the Caped Crusader with the most serious expression John had ever seen on the Witch Boy. "Because the High King of the Dead needs help escaping the living, and you guys love to make sure this stupid plane of existence doesn't fall to war."

~~~~~

   "You seriously aren't helping, Witch Boy!" Danny calls out to the cackling teenager as he evades yet another tentacle from the thing coming out of the side of a large floating island. More of a mountain, really, but Danny's a little too tied up to care.

 "Hit 'em again!" The pale-faced teen on the sidelines jeered as the ghost boy shot off another volley of ectoblasts towards what he's starting to dub as a hermit-ectopus. Grimacing, Danny did just that, raining a hail of green towards the writing mass of tentacles, finally pushing the thing back in its cave enough so that he could seal the entrance with ice.

 With that out of the way, Danny could finally take a breather. He put his hands on his knees for stability as he panted, annoyed. Ancients curse that stupid Witch Boy, he may not need to breathe in this form, but that was one hell of a workout. 

 The cackling to his left was finally starting to die down, but not before he heard the idiot making his way closer. One final exhale and he straightened back up, giving the other teen a side glare Mr. Lancer would be proud of.

 "Give me one good reason I shouldn't soup you right now, cat boy," he demanded with a scowl as he crossed his arms.

 "'Cause you still need me to help you get that stupid antidote for your stupid friends!" Klarion quipped back immediately, smug smirk stuck on his face. "Besides, it's not like your weak little can'll be able to do anything to me."

 "You're the one who poisoned them in the first place," he sneered back, letting his hatred of the other boy leak out through his aura while trying not to worry himself over Sam and Tucker back home.

 Klarion got closer, smirk growing menacingly wider, "Well who was the ghost that kept ignoring me? This is your fault and you know it."

 Danny said nothing, just punched Klarion in the face before flying off into the mountain grumbling, leaving the Witch Boy to deal with the blood falling onto his tie by himself.

~~~~~

   "Constantine, what do you know about this 'High King of the Dead'?" Batman asked after pulling the mage into the hall. They had left Superman to deal with the details and negotiations. He's always been better at that.

 "Not much, Batsy," John sighed, really wishing he could pull out a smoke. If it weren't for those blasted 'no smoking' rules the furry in front of him enforced, he'd be chugging like a train right 'bout now.

 Batman simply glared at the man for a moment before John got the unsaid ‘well, get on with it’. “Alright, alright, I do know some things, but I don’t know how useful they’ll be!”

 “Explain.”

 John sighed, “Not much information about the ruling body of the dead gets through to the realm of the living, that whole ‘dead men tell no tales’ bit. What I know of a King of the dead was that he was a right bastard that wanted his cake and e’ryone else's. Got locked in some coffin or what have you by his ruling court, and hasn’t been heard from for about two millennia ‘til the new one came about.”

 “And this new king, is he anything like the last one?”

 Before John could confirm or contradict the question a sharp laugh came from the other side of the conference doors. The two detectives looked at each other before heading back in, Klarion watching from his seat on the table as they rejoined the group.

 “The new High King of the Dead is nothing like the last one,” the Witch Boy stated with a sneer.

 Batman turned to Superman, asking with a silent tilt of the head. He got a head shake and shrug in return. “We were talking about why he would need us specifically when he just started laughing.”

 “Oh?” The occult detective spoke up, “And what makes you say that? If you respect him he must be pretty similar, eh? Why do you or him need our help?”

 Klarion looked down, a pinched expression taking over his face. “He’s nothing like me. He’s good.”

~~~~~

   Wind tore through Danny’s hair as he flew up to the massive Vortex rampaging through mid- America. He could barely see five feet in front of him before a tree or the rare car nearly takes him out of the sky. Klarion’s magic could be seen on his ten o’clock, trying to stop the raging wind before it throws something at him too. Danny dove to grab onto the magic caster, turning him intangible before the broad side of a barn could crash into him.

 “What did you even do to make him this angry‽” Danny yells over the wind, pulling the concentrating Witch boy to another spot so they could be harder to hit. It doesn’t help, as half a tree still nearly decapitates them.

 “Absolutely nothing!” Klarion ground back through his teeth, “He just started chasing me through the Realms! I thought I could lose him in this plane but he just followed me!”

 Another tree sailed their way, and Danny had to drag the other teen out of its path. He shot a volley of ectoblasts at some clumps of dirt launching themselves at them, breaking them up before they were close enough to hit them.

 “How long ‘til your spell finishes‽” Danny asks, throwing more ectoblasts into the swirling vortex of carnage. The tornado consumes them greedily, returning fire with debris from an old storage barn it had picked up.

 “Not fast enough!” Klarion shouts back, now flying under his own power as the harder parts of the spell conclude.

 They weave through projectiles after that, Danny obliterating the larger objects thrown their way so Klarion could focus more on his spell. They were at least lucky enough that they had lured Vortex out to farm country, where they could easily provoke him out of the way of any towns. That left just the crops and their tools for the weather ghost to throw.

 At least, until Danny spotted some larger buildings.

 “Better speed that spell up, Witch Boy!” Danny urged, realizing they were heading towards the city, and fast.

 “I’m going as fast as I can!” Was all the other teen could retort as he ground his teeth further, doubling his efforts anyway. Red light swirled fiercely around the pale boy, encircling him and his familiar before suddenly launching outwards to wrap around the tornado. The wind picked it up easily, quickly turning the angry winds and clouds above a sickening blood red colour. A triumphant grin spreads across Klarion’s face at the turn of events, a giggle bubbling up before being stolen by the wind. Danny would almost be scared at the situation if it were him that smile was going against, but right now he was just a little relieved.

 Klarion spoke one final word to his spell, and with it the red smoke pulsed bright, lighting up the whole cloud before the funnel just disappeared, leaving some dark yet still clouds above them. Danny could only stare at the sight in awe.

 “What did you do dude?” He asked, noticing the odd change in the air around them. It was strangely still, almost-

 “I froze the air in place, of course,” Klarion huffed hotly, and Danny turned his awed gaze to the teen next to him.

 “You froze the air?” 

 “Well,” Klarion’s cheeks started to gain an almost normal complexion as his blush rose at the attention. “It’s not frozen frozen, but I made it so it wouldn’t move. So yes, I froze the air.”

 When Danny didn’t move or change his expression Klarion’s blush only grew. Teekl gave a lax “meow” from the Witch Boy’s shoulders, breaking Danny’s trance and allowing Klarion the time to unruffle his proverbial feathers. The witch Boy coughed lightly in his hand as he turned away.

 “Teekl’s right, shouldn’t you be doing your job now? I’ve done all the hard work, pick up the slack Ghost Boy.” Only his familiar saw the light green blush spread over the ghosts cheeks before he gave a nod and flew off towards where he could sense the weather spirit.

 “Meow,” Teekl commented playfully.

 Klarion blushed harder, “Oh shut up you hairball.”

~~~~~

   The Javelin was speeding into earth's atmosphere towards the Americas, half of the Leaguers who had been in the meeting previously plus one chaos mage nestled inside. They had decided an impromptu rescue mission was in order, despite some worries of the Witch Boy leading item into a trap.

 Batman remedied this by keeping Superman on standby, Shazam on call, and taking Manhunter with them to catch any lies the teen might be telling them.

 The plane was dead quiet, and it was honestly making Hal antsy, especially sitting so close to someone they consider an enemy. His solution? Small talk.

 “So,” the green lantern drawled as he swiveled his chair to face the teen. “From the way you talk about this King it sounds like you have something a little more than ‘respect’ for the guy. Care to elaborate?”

 Klarion gave the Green Lantern a long side eye, making Hal even antsier in his seat. Seriously, how can a kid this dorky be this creepy?

 A terse meow from the cat in the boy’s lap and the stare broke, and suddenly Hal felt he could breathe again. Klarion sighed heavily, like the topic exhausted him before he even started, but before Hal could rescind his words the Witch Boy was talking.

 “The King of the Dead and I have known each other for a few years now,” he started. “And while at the beginning we were basically at each other's throats, after his coronation we figured out we didn’t really want to be enemies anymore. Looking back we had probably already decided that without saying anything, but it just got awkward to think about after.”

 “This king was crowned recently?” Batman asked from his place at the wheel.

 “Within the last three years, if I remember right,” Klarion replied flippantly. The Bat nodded, taking his focus back to flying to their charted destination. Not wanting more stifling silence, Hal picked the conversation back up.

 “If you’ve known the King of the Dead for over three years you guys must be pretty close, huh?”

 The Witch Boy huffed, “Yes, you could say that.”

 “So could you maybe tell us more about him? What’s he like? Does he have a hobby? Don’t leave us hanging man!” Hal was encroaching on a jeer with his tone, though he died down quickly at the flat stare he received from both mage and familiar. If Diana hadn’t spoken up he might've been afraid of turning into a toad.

 “I am also curious, Klarion. You haven’t told us much about someone you seem to care greatly over, anything you could tell us about them would help us settle whatever dealings they have with the American government.” At the moment the princess mentioned the government Teekl was on alert, Klarion’s expression soured with the change.

 “The ‘dealings’ they have with your stupid higher powers is that they want to hunt his kind for sport and resources,” He spat, to the astonishment of the league members. Bruce and Diana shared a glance from the front seats, dread seeping into Bruce’s gut at the news.

 “Could you explain that further? We need to know if we want to fix this,” Diana asked more seriously, motioning for Hal to take her seat as copilot so she could focus more on the conversation at hand.

 (Hal was thankful for the distraction.)

 “Your government,” the teen hissed, eyes glinting dangerously red before settling back to their eerie black. “Has been trying to catch Phantom since before I met him. They’ve deemed anything that holds ectoplasm in their body as unfeeling and mindless, and deemed them worthy of extermination and experimentation.”

 “That can’t be legal, non-humans are protected under the Metahuman rights acts.” Diana comments with a frown.

 Klarion rolls his eyes at the princess, “Everyone says that when they hear it, but I assure you, Phantom has talked my ear off about the Anti-ecto acts more times than I care to count. They’re real, and heavily enforced.”

 Diana gave a sidelong glance to the front of the ship, noticing Batman already searching for these ‘acts’ while ever so slightly speeding up their flight. It was worrying that even Bruce didn’t know about this, considering his incessant need to keep up with things that could inevitably cause harm to those he wants to protect. She left that for him to deal with, refocusing the conversation back to lighter topics. “You mentioned ‘Phantom’, is this the king’s name?”

 The Witch Boy gave a small hum, hand moving to idly stroke Teekl’s fur as they settled with the change of topic. “He told me it was originally the name he chose for himself when he started protecting his little town, and by the time he was crowned the ghosts all knew him by that name and it stuck.”

 “Oh? The king is a hero?” Aside from Deadman, she had never heard of any spirits calling themselves heroes. Though it wasn’t entirely a surprise that another spirit wished to help others from beyond the grave.

 Another hum from the teen in front of her, face reading more thoughtful as he presumably went back to the first time they had met. “Yes, he was doing something incredibly stupid, though he called it ‘heroic’ at the time. I still don’t see why he needed to destroy that artifact after he rewrote reality, but then again he was still a boy when he did that.”

 …

 “Pardon?” Diana said, stunned. Klarion either didn't notice the stunned silence he had created or didn’t care as he continued.

 “After that I went to play with him every so often, sometimes playing a few pranks so he would stop ignoring me. He absolutely hated me when we first started, but I like to think I grew on him,” the Witch Boy gave a smirk at the memory, still not noticing the silence in the shuttle.

 She could feel Hal’s eyes on them, incredulity practically oozing from his seat in front of her. Instead of meeting the Green Lanterns with one that was sure to match, she looked to J’onn, who had quietly been assessing their guest the whole flight. He had his head cocked as he faced the teen, but nodded when Diana turned. The boy told no lies.

 They might need to reassess this King of the Dead’s threat level.

~~~~~

   A cacophony of cheers resound in the courtyard of Pariah’s Keep, now renamed officially to Phantom’s Fortress with the crowning of the new king. Danny peered out from beyond the curtain to the courtyard, his ascendance ceremony freshly ended and a crown of arora and ice twirling lazily over his snow white hair.

 “I still can’t believe this many ghosts want me on the throne… I thought everyone hated me with the way I chase them out of Amity all the time…” He marveled to himself, still not quite believing what just happened. He was a King now. He had people to rule. And they actually liked him.

 Though with the reputation of the last king, he supposed that a potato could’ve taken the throne and they would’ve been happy.

 “Is it that hard to believe that maybe you aren’t that hard to like?” A voice jokes from behind the new king, and turning from his peeping spot he couldn’t help the grin that spread. Klarion was standing not too far behind him, one arm behind his back in the clothes they picked out together. He looked good, like he belonged in this century now, and even with his posture radiating nervous energy, Danny could tell he was a lot more comfortable in a t-shirt and jeans than that stuffy puritan suit.

 “I was thinking those odds were in-phantasmal, but I guess the chance was higher than I thought. I’m glad you could make it.” His smile grew slightly at the pink tint to the Witch Boy’s ears, but he went against the thought of pointing out how cute it was.

 Klarion scoffed, as though the notion of not coming was even something that crossed his mind. “As a lord of chaos, it would be remiss of me to not show up for the coronation of a potential fellow lord. Besides, you asked me to come specifically, it would be impolite to refuse.”

 Danny gave a snort at the response, he knew very well that if the other teen didn’t want to be here he would’ve refused the invitation outright. It was nice not having to fight the other anymore, after the battle with Vortex they started fighting less and hanging out more, Danny could even take him to the mall now without a struggle. Sure, Klarion was still trapped in the past with his underground village, but slowly he was starting to relax, have some fun that didn’t destroy everything around him.

 It was nice to hang out with someone he didn’t have to hold back with.

 “So, is there a reason you’re just standing there awkwardly?” Danny asked, letting a chuckle escape at the flat stare he received. A year ago he would’ve gotten a magic blast to the face for that.

 Instead Klarion sighed, eyes glancing around the ornate hall before sighing again. “I figured- I mean- I- ugh…” the Witch Boy kept stuttering before petering off into a grumble. Danny accidentally let another chuckle escape at how cute the other teen was being, causing said teen to glare a hole into the carpet, before letting out a growl. He stomped up to Danny, so close he had to back up a step or they would be in each other's personal space, and suddenly his vision was full of orange and purple with a spatter of red.

 Another step back put the colours in focus. A bouquet of flowers was being thrust towards him by a furiously blushing Klarion, whose eyes were currently on a rather interesting vase.

 “What are these for?” Danny asked as he relieved the bouquet from the others' vice grip.

 “For you, to congratulate you on becoming king. The orange ones are lilies, the purple flowers are irises and gerberas, and the little red ones are bloody williams. The lady at the store said they say “I’m happy for your success” in flower language.” Klarion looked like he was ready to say more, he probably had a whole speech about these, but Danny just couldn’t get over the fact that one of the biggest (previous) pains in his ass just started blushing and gave him flowers.

 “Thank you,” he said, cutting off whatever Klarion was rambling about with a genuine smile. Klarion stared for a second, before blinking and clearing his throat.

 “Of course,” he replied, blush spreading all the way down his neck.

~~~~~

   The Javelin touched down a ways off of a squat white building. It was rather nondescript, save for the perimeter fencing circling the compound lined with guards.

 “This is the place?” Batman asked tersely as they disembarked the plane. None of the armed men had seen them yet, it would give them the advantage in the infiltration.

 “I wouldn’t lie to you about something so important,” the Witch Boy replied, narrowing his eyes at the compound before them. He could feel Danny in there, the strange mix of life and death energies radiating off the half-ghost was an ever present comfort to the Witch boy by now, and he was especially glad for it now.

 He wouldn’t have been able to find him so quickly without it.

 “I sense something heavy in the compound,” Manhunter noted with a frown.

 Batman, ever the detective, wanted to know more, “Elaborate.”

 The martian’s face twisted as he focused, reaching out with his mind to better read the heavy -no, oppressive- cloud that covered the compound, before gasping, recognition and anguish passing over as he physically recoiled. Green Lantern was there to steady him by the shoulders before he could so much as stumble.

 “What did you feel?” The Dark Knight compelled once it was clear there were no lasting effects of his reaching out.

 “Pain,” he replied shakily. “So much pain and suffering, hanging over the building like a fog. It is unnaturally powerful, if I hadn’t known beforehand, I would assume an entire city was under attack and not a single building.”

 The Dark Knight said nothing, simply taking what was said to heart. He moved forward with purpose, but before he could get too far a hand held him back. “Wait.”

 Batman looked down at the chaos mage, a single hand splayed out over his chest. “You need to know some things before I take you in there.”

 The  miniscule tilt of the taller man’s cowl was all Klarion needed to continue. “The facility is phase proof, the martian won’t be able to density shift through the walls, and the nature of their weapons are similar to Green Lantern’s constructs. You won’t get hurt badly if they hit you, but I’ve been told they burn.” All vital things to know. Batman's strategy would have to account for this, but he could still sense something from the teen, and so kept quiet.

 “And when we find Phantom? Get every agent you can out of there. He doesn’t like senseless killing, but I will not leave that building standing.”

 Batman gave a single nod, and with that Klarion enveloped the five in the red mist of his magic.

 ∆•∆•∆•∆

 The plan was rather simple, Wonder Woman and Green Lantern were to be dropped off at the entrance to the building as a distraction and to round up the agents while Klarion, Manhunter and Batman were to use Klarion’s magic to infiltrate and locate the King. Klarion’s mist acted as a memetic, letting the gaze of the agents fall past them on their way through the building as they ran deeper to where he could feel Danny. They had to be careful to not touch anyone though, as the moment they did they would be able to see them.

 “Why can’t you teleport us in?” Baman asked as they rounded another stark white corner into another stark white hall.

 “Death energies, do strange things to magic,” Klarion panted his reply. He was not used to actually running, and he couldn’t figure out why some humans actually liked doing the activity. “With so much, charged death and ectoplasm in the air, better to not cause an explosion. So soon.”

 Another swerve and he could feel Danny more, could almost taste that distinct flavour of citrus and menthol, the strange combination of ectoplasm and life that surrounded his ghost. The smell of citrus was strong though, and Klarion was desperately hoping he wasn’t too late with this rescue. The first real good thing he tries to do and he ends up a moment too late.

 “The source of the pain is drawing nearer,” Manhunter informs them as they pass a windowed room. Batman breaks off to take a look inside, calling to the other two to keep going. Klarion never stopped.

 One more corner and the acidic sour smell of citrus was assaulting their noses, and they started passing doors more resembling operating room entrances than offices. Lights were still on over a few as they passed, and Klarion made sure to snake a coil of mist into those that did, leaving screams and indistinct, cut off pleas in their wake. Those ones especially could rot in hell for all he cared, the smell of everdeath roiled off those rooms, alluding to whatever horrors might have been performed in them. He knew only a fraction of the ectoplasm spilt in there was from the one he cherished, but that made them no less guilty.

 The final turn led them to a hall lined with a different type of door, these ones steel grey tinted green. Klarion loathed to see the colours he associated with his spirit used in a mockery against him, keeping Danny away from him. He stalked down, using his magic to blow every door off its hinges as he passed until he hit the one his beloved was in. Turning to face it, he held up his hand, willing his magic to grasp it and tear it from the wall, throwing it down the hall and uncaring what was in the way.

 Emotion charged ectoplasm rolled out of the small cell, settling around their feet like fog and weakly intermingling with klarion’s magic.

 The sight made the mage want to puke. And weep. And decimate this measly world that would dare touch his soul like this.

 Were it not for the Martian's presence he just might have.

 Danny was there, shackled to the wall with chains at his wrists and ankles, head weighed heavy by the collar around his neck and the fucking muzzle on his face. The ghost made no move to the light that now filtered into the space, he hung limply from his chains, lifelessly. Only the faint glow around Danny’s frame gave away that he was not yet truly ended.

 But the green.

 A shaky breath from behind the mage reminded him where he was, and he urgently entered the room. He went to work on the manacles, seemingly seamless, but with one whispered word they were releasing Danny into his arms.

 “Is he?..” The martian started, too afraid to finish the sentence lest it become a reality.

 “No,” Klarion breathed out shakily. “No he’s still… He’ll recover.” He has to.

 “He’s so young,” Manhunter observed with a pained face as Klarion lowered to the floor of the cell, turning the ghost so he could hold him by the shoulders while he worked on getting his ankles freed.

 “He was even younger when he started,” with Danny's ankles freed, all that was left was the inhibitor collar and that damned muzzle. He did away with the muzzle first, desperate to see his cherished spirit's face. No magic was needed for it, thankfully, just a simple lock keeping it around the halfa’s face. Klarion gingerly removed the offending device, tossing it at a wall and making a note of obliterating it before he left. There were already chafe marks around Danny’s cheeks and on his nose, green and nearly raw from it pressing his jaw shut.

 How long has he been here for them to look so raw?

 Klarion had only been away for two months at the most, off on some insignificant errand after finding the piece of an artifact drifting in the Realms. Insignificant because apparently while he was away, his cherished one had gotten captured trying to save one of his people from this moronic group. When he had finally returned, he had to be informed about his capture. The rage he felt then… He hopes Danny wouldn’t be too mad at him for the damage he caused to the Fortress.

 A breathy groan followed by a sharp intake of breath and subsequent coughing brought Klarion out of his what if spiral. Danny was waking up, bleary eyed and confused at first -no doubt concerning his orientation- but a few seconds after the couches settled green eyes focused on black.

 “Hey, Rion,” the ghost king gave a small watery smile. “Glad you could finally make it. How was  your adventure?”

 “Stupid ghost-” Klarion has to reel back the power he was putting behind his voice with a breath that came out more like a sob. “Do you know how worried I was when you weren’t in Amity? In the Fortress? I was away for two damn months and you almost got yourself ended Danny!”

 Danny gave a chuckle that teetered into more of a cough as he weakly wiggled in Klarions lap. “They tried to grab Lunch Lady and Boxed Lunch, what was I supposed to do? It's my job as king to keep them safe-”

“NOT AT YOUR OWN EXPENSE YOU MORON!”

 The outburst silenced the ghost with a small snap of his jaw, followed by a cut off groan at the soreness from its disuse. A light cough broke the tense silence, and Danny sat up slightly to see what made it, eyes immediately sharp with alertness for any possible danger. His eyes landed on Martian Manhunter and that sharpness melted away to confusion.

 “Is that- why- Am I dreaming?” He stuttered, looking between the Justice leaguer and his lover. “Did I pass out so hard I’m actually dreaming my boyfriend came to save me with Martian Manhunter right now? Someone pinch me.” Klarion obliged the request and Danny yelped in pain. “Yep, okay, not a dream. Cool,” He whimpered, eyes now glued to the martian.

 Klarion went back to the task of freeing the ghost from his restraints, but hesitated before taking the collar off. “Do you have enough power to stay in this form if I take this off you?” He asked cautiously.

 Danny looked down, trying to see the band of metal around his neck, but quickly gave up with a sigh. “Probably not, it's taking most of my energy just to stay awake and talk right now.” He looked ashamed to say it, but Klarion was relieved to get a straight answer about his condition for once.

 “I’ll leave it on until we get you somewhere safe then,” Klarion whispered before readjusting his hands and standing up with the ghost boy bridal-style. The energy must have been draining from his cherished, as he only jolted at the movement. He could see Danny's eyes getting heavy, his head pitching forward before righting itself a few more times.

 “You’ll be there when I wake up… Right?” The Ghost boy asked, voice slurring with the effort to remain conscious. Klarion nodded once as he kissed the ghost's forehead -warmer than it should be- and walked back out of the cell. “Of course, my spirit. Rest.”

 One more wobbly nod and the ghost’s eyes closed. Klarion straightened, reigniting his magic with the help of Teekl and pushing it to blow the rest of the cell doors off their hinges. A few other ghosts floated out, and Manhunter helped a few more into the hall. They left slowly, with magical fire crackling in the prison that once held his spirit, catching the ectoplasm alight as the Witch Boy’s face contorted.

 ∆•∆•∆•∆

 The trip back to the Javelin was shorter than the trip into the facility, without the need to be covert they were able to retrace their steps through the building at a much faster pace. Batman regrouped with them just before the exit, and out in the grounds Green Lantern and Wonder Woman had done a great job of distracting and subduing most of the agents. One of them must have gone in and rounded up the scientists too, because they were tied up in a neat little pile a ways off.

 Good, he could burn this place to the ground without worry then.

 Klarion didn’t stop his stride out the compound as his magic spread to lick the walls, fire sparking to life where it touched. He didn’t stop to watch as the fire spread up the walls unnaturally fast, as it spread into the building through the holes it was melting in the reinforced glass. He didn’t pause when an explosion hit the air, the fire most likely finding the medical wing or the weapons vault.

 Klarion only stopped once Danny was securely in the small medbay of the Javelin, held securely in place for takeoff.

~~~~~

   Danny came to slowly, letting the ectoplasm of the Ghost Zone fill his lungs as he breathed deeply… Wait. Ectoplasm? Ghost Zone?? Lungs???

 Screw waking up slowly, Danny bolted up from wherever he was sleeping… and immediately regretted it. A massive headache assaulted his senses, along with about a dozen other aches and pains from his capture, most notably his jaw and starving stomach. Still, assessing the situation came before anything else, so he tried to make himself vertical despite his body's protests. Until a hand on his chest stopped him.

 Klarion met his bleary eyed confusion with a stern stare. He pushed down once more and this time Danny didn’t protest the movement. “It wasn’t a dream?” Danny croaked out, only a little bit surprised at how dry his voice sounded.

 “No it wasn’t a dream,” Klarion replied softly as he pressed a straw to Danny's lips. He was grateful for the first full drink of water he’d gotten in… he doesn't remember how long.

 “And Martian Manhinter? Was he real too then?” Danny asked when his throat no longer felt like sandpaper. Klarion hummed an affirmative as he put the cup back on the nightstand, idly stroking Teelke with his offhand. He takes a second to process that before he nearly bolts up again, startling the familiar and mage alike.

 “Is the Justice League here‽‽”

 A pregnant pause followed the exclamation before the Witch Boy gave a snort, snickering to avoid outright laughing at the bedridden ghost. “No, I left the little humans to fly back to their clubhouse while I took you back to the Realms with a portal.”

 Deflating with the explanation, Danny’s eyes travelled the embroidered constellations on the canopy of his bed, finally relaxing enough to appreciate where he was. Home. He took another deep breath, feeling his ectoplasm replenish itself more than it had in the last month in the GIW facility. The ectoplasm combined with the pine and fire smell of the mage sitting beside him only enforced the fact that he wasn’t there anymore. Tears threatened to fall with that thought.

 His boyfriend came for him. He didn’t doubt he would, but the days passed along and he was starting to lose hope. But not only did Rion come for him, he brought the Justice League, a group he knows Rion has beef with. Traitorously, a tear managed to escape and roll down into his hair.

 “You know, I’ll have to go talk to the League now that you’ve told them about me,” Danny commented, desperate to get out of those thoughts and ignoring the way his voice wobbled.

 “I’m sure you will,” Rion replied, no doubt with a roll of his eyes. “But you need to heal first. You’re in no shape to go talk to a bunch of stupid humans right now.”

 Danny gave a snort, “Those ‘stupid humans’ helped you get me back, right? Maybe drop the stupid when we see them next.”

 Rion only grunted in reply, and so they lapsed into silence again. Danny felt sleep pulling at his mind again, now that he knew he was truly safe with his beloved mage beside him. He didn't fight it for long, but he needed to say one more thing before he truly allowed himself to start healing.

 “Rion,” he mumbled out, getting the attention of the mage with a hum. “Thanks for coming to get me, love you.”

 A rare kind of smile passed the pale teen’s lips then, soft and kind. “I love you too, Danny.”

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The Pain of Friendship // Wally West x Reader

Warning/s: Sadness, death, parental abuse

Word Count: 4,875

Hope you all are having a better week then I am. Having a rough patch but it’s not fiiiiiine.

Here’s my Masterlist.

Enjoy.

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"Best friend!" The familiar and loud voice of Wally West screamed in your ear as you felt someone pull you out of the computer chair you were seated in and spun you around. "We did it! We won! Savage and Witch Boy are gone!"

"I know! You guys did it!" You giggled at his antics and excitement as you wrapped your arms wrapped around your best friend's neck; truthfully you were just happy that he was still alive.

Placing you down on the ground, he sent you an obvious glare, crossing his arms over his chest and hit hip out like his mom usually did when he did something he wasn't supposed to. But Wally West wasn't his mother. "Hey, you helped too. You were our computer girl, you locked all of the rogue JL members in the basement thing."

Nodding, you agreed with him. "Well then, I suppose I did help you." You chuckled again as you watched him triumphantly fist pump the air and proceeded to run off into another room, still screaming about how you guys had won the battle against the group Savage led.

Shaking your head, you sat back down in front of the computer in the main room of the Watch Tower, going back to clearing the system of whatever Klarion sent into the computer to jam everything.

Going back and forth between the settings and the internet, you hit a stump on how to clear the main frame of the computer. You may have been the Tech Wiz, as the team so kindly dubbed to be your super name, but really, magic infecting the hardware as well as the software of a computer was way out of your league.

"Happy New Year! Go screw yourself 2011!" Wally's voice once again rang through the compound and you smiled happily to yourself, still so thankful to have him for your best friend. Opening the security cameras, you waited for it to track Wally's position and show you what the often idiot of a genius was doing.

While flipping through the multitude of channels on the security feed, you thought about how much your life has changed because of Wally. Before Wally you never would have found a best friend, or even a friend at all. Heck without him, you might not even be alive.

When you we younger, your mom often spoke with her fist rather than with her mouth, the heavy alcohol in her system wasn't helping either. She's just having a bad day, she didn't mean it, she still loves you. Every day you told yourself this, hoping your words would come true one day.

Things only went south for you before they got better. You instinctively knew to wear your way too big of a long sleeve T-shirt your mom grabbed your arm, put on pants when she kicked your leg, put on that itchy turtleneck when she scratched your neck. You always knew how to make sure no one knew you were in pain.

But then again, no one asked. No one asked why you always had a limp, always wore grungy and dirty clothes, no one would ask why you would have to run to and from school every day. No one asked if you were okay. They all just assumed that you were okay.

No one asked until your mom came charging into your 3rd grade classroom and demanding to know why you weren't buying the groceries. She didn't let you speak as she struck you across the face with a loud slap before she grabbed your arm and wrenched you out of the classroom.

Everyone stood in shock until a red headed boy from the grade above you stopped your mom and asked if you could play at his house after school. Both you and your mother were shocked by the question, you because someone approached your mother and your mother because you had a friend who wanted to take your time away from dealing with her.

The police arrived before she could do anything to you or the red headed boy you had never really talked to before. Teachers questioned how they never saw the signs, counselors offered their best advice, numerous gifts and condolences were sent to you. But still, no one asked if you were okay.

"So how was your week, Y/N?" Mrs. Thornberry asked with a gentle smile on her face, but you never saw the smile; you kept your eyes cast down to the floor while your quiet ten-year-old self kept your hands pressed underneath your knees. Even after a year and a half of talking to the counselor your school assigned you, you were nowhere closer to being comfortable talking to her than you were the first day you arrived.

"Good." Same old answer you give every week. Nothing changed since last week, no new emotions or melt downs, but you would never tell her, why do you have to?

"Okay," her pen scratched against the paper on her clipboard. "Well how about your cousins, how are they treating you?"

"They're too nice," You whimper before you clamped your mouth tightly shot after you spoke, hoping she didn't hear you. You continue to watch your swinging legs swirl in gentle circles in hopes that she wouldn't ask you any further about what you meant.

"And what do you mean they are being too nice?"

Sighing, you felt as though you could at least say this out loud. "Tammy and Martha treat me like a...a...a piece of tissue paper, like I'm going to rip if they tug too hard. Their mommy has to make them play with me, but they always whisper about how they don't want to hurt me. I don't wanna be the girl with the mean mommy, I just wanna be a normal kid." You finished talking and heard her writing again on her clipboard, and you knew, that she wasn't hearing you, Mrs. Thornberry was only listening to the noise of your voice.

"And how does this make you feel, sweetie?" When her eyes looked up at you, you turned away and back to watching your feet make figure eights in the air. This is why you didn't talk during your hour-long sessions, even if it made things awkward for the both of you. You didn't want anyone to know how you feel because they didn't care how you feel, what was on your mind, they just listened to the words, but never heard them.

For the last fifteen minutes of your session you kept your mouth shut, ignoring any of the questions she asked you, whether you made friends, how were your drawing skills, were you eating normally yet and so on. "Well, Y/N, I think it's time-"

"Oh Mrs. T! You are three minutes late! Did you forget about your favorite student?" The heavy door swung open and a grinning red headed boy stood in the doorway. The grin slipped away however when he saw the two of you starring at him. "O-oh, I'm so sorry, I'll, I'll go sit back in the lobby. I'm sorry." And with that, the door was closed again and the two of you were left in silence.

"As I was saying, Y/N, it is time for you to go home. So, let's take you back out to your aunt." You stood up and waited for her to open the door for you and you followed her out the door, seeing your aunt sitting in the waiting room with her purse held tightly to her chest. And across from her, hiding behind the fake plant was the red-haired boy from before.

"How was she today?" Your aunt smiled at you while she began talking with Mrs. Thornberry about what wasn't confidential about your progress.

You looked over and saw the young boy staring at you from behind the branch he hid behind. Mustering up an unknown courage, you crept towards him slowly while he stepped out from his hiding spot behind the tree, looking at his shoes bashfully when you finally stood in front of him. "Sorry about running in the room like that, it was mean."

"It's okay," You whispered back, sucking your lip between your teeth as you questioned whether this was a good idea or not. "I really like your shirt." Pointing at the yellow lightning bolt on his shirt, you watched as his smile grew on his face.

"Thanks! Flash is my all-time favorite Justice Team superhero!" HE jumped up and down giddily. "Who's your favorite superhero? Do you like Flash, too?"

"I actually really like Superman; he can fly places." Your answer was meek and quiet as you traced the tip of your shoe in the carpeted flooring and watching the fibers move with your shoe.

"Yeah, that's cool. But Flash can run on the water!"

"But Superman can look through...through mountains! And he can pick up cities!" Your voice rose with excitement, not even noticing that this conversation really was going on for much longer than anyone was ever willing to talk to you in a long time.

"That's not true! He can't really do that." The kid crossed his arms and glared at you while he thought if it really was possible.

"Uh-huh, Kent Clark in the newspaper my aunt reads says so! And he knows a lot!"

"But how does he-"

"Wally dear, it's time for your session." Mrs. Thornberry's voice got quiet when she saw the two of you talking, both sets of wide eyes staring back at her almost sad like. "Oh...oh my gosh." Your aunt and her exchanged a look the two of you didn't see as you bid each other farewell, Wally promising that you would talk more about the Justice League superheroes next week.

And you two did. As the weeks passed towards the end of the school year, you saw Wally after every session with your therapist, he was talk about superheroes or how the sun would one day eat the Earth or how he thinks there's an alien living in his bathroom.

Now you walked over to the table Wally was sitting at during the lunch period fourth and fifth graders shared with each other. "Hi," Almost at a whisper, you were surprised he looked up at the sound of your quiet chirp. "Can-can I sit with you? Eat lunch I mean?" As with every time you got nervous, you sucked your lower lip between your teeth as you watched his eyes widen in surprise at your question.

"Y/N, yeah! Yeah you can sit with me!" He moved his lunch tray away from the seat across from him, allowing you to sit down and place your own food on the table. "Oh! You have a Superman sweater!"

Looking down, you yourself confirmed that you were wearing the blue Superman sweater you found in a thrift store. "Well he is my favorite superhero," You told him, smiling as he grinned happily at you. "I have a secret." Leaning forward, you lowered your voice and watched him lean closer to you in anticipation. "I'm actually Superman."

He threw his head back in laughter, the sandwich he held in his hand forgotten. "Well if you're Superman, that means I'm the Flash."

"Then we can fight the bad guys together!" You both giggled as you began eating your food, the sandwich Wally had was gone in a mouthful and he turned to the pile of green broccoli, shoving a bunch of the small trees in his mouth, promptly spitting them back out. "Not liking the broccoli?"

"It's really salty today." Wally grabbed his water and chugged it, gargled it and chugged it again. "Actually, all broccoli tastes bad."

"Not if you put a bunch of cheese on it, then you can't taste the greenness. My mom used to put it on my..." You quieted and down felt a pit in your stomach. "Never mind."

"It's okay, I get it, my daddy likes to hit me with his belt when he gets angry. He's angry a lot. And that's why my mom makes me talk to Mrs. Thornberry." You looked at him and instead of looking at him with pity like everyone else would, you saw Wally and that he really didn't want to eat his broccoli but was hungrily eyeing your candy bar you had.

"Hey, Wally." He hummed and looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours and seeing that you didn't want to apologize for him. "Do you wanna be best friends?" You quickly pursed your lips as you waited for an answer.

"Really?!" He jumped up and down in his seat and grinned like a wild man. "You really mean it? I've never had a best friend before!" And with that, he loudly gasped. "Wait! We both have a mean mom and dad; can we be mean moms and dads’ best friends?"

"I like that, we should be best friends forever!"

Honestly best friend’s forever was an understatement; for the past five years you've been there for him. Ever since his dad finally got help and stopped hitting Wally and his mom, you were there for him.

You were there when Wally had his stupid science fair accident, he didn't listen to or believe you when you told him to step back, but everything still happened. He was shot with the lightning and suddenly he was down.

There you were when Wally was being wheeled away from his home in the ambulance, sobbing and crying for him to stay alive after his stupid lightning rendering machine exploded.

And you sure as hell were there when he woke up to slap him with his medical charts when he joked with you to about how smoking hot, he was.

But you stayed. And you happily stayed with him when he finally got the attention of the Flash and became his side kick. And while he did that, you became the girl on the headset, just like in those police shows, telling them what to do and who was doing what.

Wally even had the perfect name, dubbing you the Tech Wizard. And hell were you one, being able to keep up with Robin by taking down his firewalls and decrypting some of his unimportant files just to scare him. You got his attention and respect right away with that move, proving that you didn't need to have a superpower to be super awesome in the field.

The supercomputer in front of you pinged loudly, flashing as it announced the beginning of the new year, pinging an alert to comes up on the screen. Smiling, you heard the cheers of everyone and pulled up the security feed for the main room just over from where you were. Everyone was celebrating in the taboo sort of way, everyone paired off.

There was Robin finally with Zatana, something you knew both sides wanted.

Rocket and Aqualad were both flushing as Rocket stepped away from pressing an innocent kiss to his cheek.

Conner and M'gann were smiling and happily staring at each other from their still new relationship.

But when you found Wally, your throat shut tightly around itself as you watched him remain lip locked with Artemis. Every experience with her ran through your head.

"Ah, human traditions will forever evade me." Red Tornado stepped behind you, but you couldn't even laugh at the poor joke he made.

I mean, they were perfect for each other; they fought like an old married couple and were always worried about each other.

She was your second-best friend. And she had every right to date him if she really likes him.

So why shouldn't your girl best friend date your guy best friend?

Well it kinda hurts when you see her kissing the boy you've liked since you were eight.

<<<7 Years Later>>>

"Hey TW, how's the new visor acoming? Aw they're totally gonna be crash aren't they!" Bart buzzed around you like an excited bumblebee who found the perfect flower.

You sighed at his excitement. "Barty, Bart, you need to be patient, I'm almost done, go bug Blue Beetle or something."

"Oh, oh! Bug the bug! That is totally crash! BB! Where are you?" And he was gone in a flash.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair, stretching your back and groaning when you heard the multiple pops as you looked around your techie shop.

Ever since Wally's death a year ago you had changed from being just the Computer Wiz to be a full-time techie one. Using an old microwave and a TV you practiced on how to upgrade gear and even build gear for the team.

Turning on the music, you muttered how you knew this would be a long night, knowing you couldn't properly sleep right now and had to have music to distract you. "This was your guys favorite song." Not even a minute in and someone was there to distract you again. Looking over your shoulder, you looked to the doorway. "You both always used to dance to it when he came back from missions."

Artemis stood in the doorway of your shop; her face free of her tigress mask but the tight uniform still clung to her body. "Artemis, what are you doing here so late?"

She smiled at you before shifting her gaze to the floor. "I should ask the same thing, Y/N." She sighed sadly, opening her mouth as to speak, but quickly shut her mouth.

"Artemis, what's wrong, girlie?" Putting the goggles down, you turned around and pressed the small button under your foot, closing the door behind Artemis as well as shutting off recordings and camera operations. "You know I can make things soundproof, so no one will get in here."

Nodding, she rolled a chair out from your other desk and took a seat across from you. "I miss him. So much, Y/N." She began moving her chair back and forth with the toe of her boot. "I thought...I thought after talking with Canary, and giving it time, and finally getting myself back out there would be enough. I can finally sleep again, Y/N. I moved out of our apartment and moved into a house. And...Y/N, I think I finally met someone."

You grinned and chuckled at her, "Artemis that's great! I'm so happy of you."

"But Y/N, I...I feel like I'm betraying the memories I had of him, I feel like I am burying him and trying to forget him." The blonde tiger hastily rubbed her eyes and wiped the tears away; you pulled yourself towards her and gently squeezed her knee.

"Artemis, I swear to you, you aren't forgetting him. We have the grotto for a reason, to remember him and everyone who fell. But think about Wally. He wouldn't want you moping around, like he probably would be mad you found someone apparently hotter than he was, but Wally would want you to be happy.

Artemis moved her hand to grab yours and squeeze your hand back. "I know, I...I just don't miss him anymore. Wait I said that wrong, I don't miss him any more like I don't think about him when I wake up or go to bed. I found Charlie and I'm happy. I'm happy again, Y/N."

"So be happy, Artemis!"

Smiling, your best friend stood up and pulled you with her, hugging you tightly. "Thank you, Y/N, for everything."

Humming you squeezed her shoulder, "Now about this Charlie, I will need his last name and I need to check his background history."

The two of you broke into giggles before she confirmed you were the best thing to happen to her and she pulled you away from your works station. "Come on, Y/N, if I don't physically pull you away from this place, you'll be here all night without even realizing."

"But I have work to do. Bart's goggles, and then the new chip systems and your new-" Artemis was stronger and more resilient than you were and pulled you from your chair.

"Y/N, come on, you need to get out of this cramped workspace for a solid week now! You need to get out!!

I felt my stomach cringe when I remembered why I has been hiding in my little makeshift office, "Yeah, Arti, but I-"

"No buts, Y/N. You are going home, and I will lock you in that house if I have to." Before you could say one more complaint to let her leave you alone, she shoved you through the Zeta Tube and you were transported to the old phone booth across the street from a park.

Grumbling to yourself, you ran your tense hands over your jean covered thighs and stared at the playground across the way. Old memories pulled themselves out of the farthest places of your mind; Wally and you always loved to come to this park, as you got older, you spent a lot of your evenings here because let's be honest, you loved playing at the park, but the parents of little kids thought you were murders looking for their next prey.

June 20th.

Your phone chirped at the new day, happy to share that the beginning of the second year without your best friend had begun. Sighing in defeat, you wandered over to the swing set and sat down on the U-shaped plastic seat, already knowing that your hips would be sore in ten minutes complain and asking for you to move. Pushing your weight back and forth with your toes, you stared at the wood pellet covered ground and let your mind for the first time in days.

Truth was, you were hiding in your workshop, trying as hard as you could to stay away from everyone as this day came closer. You may have been tense with Wally after he and Artemis began their relationship, but he was always your first and bestest of friends. Your best memories were with that silly ginger.

But your saddest memories also revolved around him.

When he and Artemis began dating was like a sword directly to your soul.

When he moved away from you in with Artemis to pursue his college life, almost a thousand miles away from you.

When he had left the team.

When he was lost to the time vortex.

Your tears you were waiting to get too heavy for you to hold finally fell down your face and you let your body shake on the now still swing; your hands went to hide you face and you let your yearly memories of your best friend wash over you.

This is why you didn't want to be alone today. You wanted to be busy in your workshop, so you didn't have to hear the alarm for the beginning of the new day. You knew you would be alone with your tears and your happiest and saddest memories and no one to console you out of your state.

"And I thought everyone had forgotten about me." A quiet voice whispered next to you. Looking up quickly from your hands, you looked over to the next swing and couldn't believe what you wanted to curse whatever supervillain was out to get you this time.

"No, not again." Your voice squeaked out as you stood up and walked away, reminding yourself what your Psychologist had told you to do when you saw him again. "You're not here. This is just another one of my illusions. You'll go away." Looking back, you were surprised to see his green eyes looking so lively yet so sad and so real as they stared at you.

He stood up and took a few tentative steps towards you, his arm slowly listing towards you with every step. "Y/N/N, it's me." His hand gently touched your wet cheek, wiping the last of your tears away, sending a shock through you at how real this one felt.

He looked into your confused and shocked eyes and knew you still didn't believe him. He had been allowed to see parts of your lift after he left. He knew your mind for months played tricks on you and you were in denial when he died the hardest. He also found out... "Remember when we went to that fair a couple years ago? Right before we started YJ? And the Ferris Wheel?"

Your eyes remained the size of dinner plates as you nodded, his hand remained where it was, his thumb caressing your cheek as your tears still spilled out. "You know you really need to tell a person you're afraid of heights before you go up and get stuck on top." He chuckled, his green eyes squinting and showing you what would later become his laugh lines near his eyes.

"Wally." You let go the breath you were holding since he showed up, a sob running past your lips.

"Hey, Y/N. It's me." He smiled before you threw your arms around his neck, your feet leaving the ground as he wrapped his arms around your waist, the ginger hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he finally let the tears he had been hiding fall.

Muffled from his shoulder, you didn't let him go as you breathed in the smell of him from his jacket. "How? You were dead."

"I suppose neither side wanted me, so they kicked me back." You let out a sad laugh and squeezed him tighter, not yet believing that he was home again. "Whatever the Light had set up transported me to some weird time zone. I felt every second that passed as slow as you did, but...I had to watch everyone. I saw everything I never thought I'd see. I watched my own funeral, everyone crying. I watched my mom and dad fall apart and I couldn't do anything about it. I watched the team move on without me. Artemis finally moved on, she found her perfect guy. But...the saddest part was watching you, Y/N, you never moved on. You were the one who always visited my grave. I could barely count how many times you cried over me." His arms went tighter around you as you felt more tears slip past your eyes, you own shoulder getting damper as his own tears fell.

"How could I when my superhero had died and left me alone to fight this world alone?" You looked at him and finally looked at him. He did look older, but in the best ways. But his eyes. They still glittered like they used to, but you knew they had seen too much now as he saw his team and entire family break over his death.

"Why didn't you ever tell me, Y/N?" You turned away when he asked, you just knew he would have to ask that question, if he really did watch you all this time, you knew he now knew.

"Because you were perfect for each other. You fought like a married couple and loved each other like star crossed lovers. Why would you love your broken best friend who used you as emotional support when her mom beat her?"

His eyes stayed fixed on you, "Because I love my mean mom and dad best friend." Hs voice a low and quiet whisper, your head shooting up to stare at him. "You've been the best thing in my life ever since I saw you in the first grade when you were new to my school. I just...I was the funny one who hid his pain away and thought he needed to have a girl who didn't know what happened to me to forget what happened with my dad and who wouldn't look at me like a kicked puppy. But, Y/N, what I needed was you. Someone who understood my pain when someone shouted too loud or who flinched when someone reached for their belt. You were the only one who understood me to that deeper level, and I didn't know why Artemis and I didn't work until it was too late, and you were already not interested in me anymore."

"You idiot," You whispered before reaching up and quickly pressed a short kiss to his lips. Nothing more than a few seconds, but the kiss you had almost dreamed about for years now. Pulling your eyes opened, you looked into his surprised green ones and smiled. "I loved you from the day you saved me from my mom."

Wally pulled you into a tight hug and spun you around, bring laughter out of the both of you. "I love you, so much, Y/N."

"I love you, too, Wally." You whispered back before you felt your feet touch the ground. "Wanna play on the playground?" You smiled up at him and watched his grow as well.

"Well duh."

"Tag your it!" You yelled, slapping him on the arm and took off running for the slides, your laughter filling the night as you shouted at him not to cheat with his speed and him complaining that he needed to stretch his legs.

But the both of you knew that things were better now, because your best friend was home, and wherever Wally was, that was your home.

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Third Tuesday YJ appreciation

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—————————— Early Warning

- Star Girl is back.

- We didn’t see their mission in Chicago :(

- “The Outsiders are bigger than the Big League.” Seriously? So Gar has reach his goal to inspire people.

- We’re 21 December. Will we have a Christmas episode? 

- Santiago de Cuba. Is this the whole city name or it’s just to specify is the Santiago located in Cuba, because you know USA have a lot of countries which names already existed in other countries, so it’s confusing...

- Mother of Goat xD

- 04.31 is indeed too early to go to school...

- “You mean I’m Gabrielle’s corpse brought back to life by the energy of a dead motherbox.” Violet, you need to chill. It’s really sad you see yourself this way :( 

-  What do you mean she’s dying? She has better superhealing than a speedster!

- I like that the first thing she does is healing herself. 

- Months left? Well, all her previous dead must have been painful... But I’m sure Jace had misinterpreted what she saw. Maybe Violet has a high metabolism like a speedster with a fast regeneration of her cells so maybe they would discover this later by her aging slowly. 

- Her mentor? Who could that be? Was they the person she called in the 15th episode?

- Wait to tell them? How is this supposed to be a good idea? One secret is enough of a burden.

- A funeral? Who’s funeral? :’( 

- They are up against who to make Zatanna worry? Maybe she would bring Traci with her *finger crossed*

- What is this big pink cloud? It’s up to no good...

- Klarion? Of course Zatanna would be worried! The Team never succeeded to win against him! It was always Dr Fate.

- So he was the one who chose Project Rutabaga name? It’s difficult to understand which only one side of the conversation, more difficult than with Jaime and Scarab actually.

- “Stop to ruin my fun, Teekl.” He’s indeed the Witch Boy with that pouting xD How old is he to still be considerated as a child?

- I didn’t know human can have a reddish brown skin. Where is she from? 

- It’s me or he’s dumb not remember what he’s supposed to do?

- No need to explain it to us, I’m pretty sure we all understood as we are now in an adult plateforme...

- So the teen could speak? I thought she was mute. Because of trauma maybe?

- Change of eye and hair color plus... gills? She can’t breathe? Can’t she be like Kaldur and has a double breathing system? :( 

- So that’s where the mark in the forehead comes from... So he already sent teen in to Granny before. How could he forget if it’s not the first time he does it?

- So now she’s a red gaz and... does it where the big cloud comes from? 

- That monster looks like the one in FMA. So the Light is trying to create a mix of metateen with different powers combined for one super powers soldier? We already saw of terrified it could be with Amazo in season 1...

- So the minidrones come indeed from Blue right? 

- RIP  minidrone :(

- “We saw so pretty weird days.” Does he speak about the Reach? :( 

- The way Gar said funeral shows he’s so used to it...

- Joan is dead?! So quickly? From what? Aging?

- Virgil is so cool with blue eyes!

- “Outsiders away!” “Dude, that catchphrase, need work.” You mean “Outisiders go!” right? it was an easter egg right?

- Klarion seriously didn’t recognise them? Or never be against them? 

- “Flesh Monster” I know you are sadistic demon, but it was really disrespectful :( 

- Gar is so clever to attack Teekl! Mouse to elephant, the two opposites! 

- Klarion, we really don’t need your explanations, everyone had seen season 1... (why are you watching season 3?)

- No don’t use a bazooka on those kids! :( Yeah Geo-force! o/

- “No, not in the house.” New Team catchphrase?

- Did he just killed Beast Boy? Desintegrated him? It’s not possible! :’( Not another funeral! 

- Yes he’s alive! Stop with the fake deaths! 

- No Cassie! :( Did anyone how the monster become huge with Wonder Girl addition? She’s really strong!

- Virgil horrified to see his BF like that :( 

- Yeah! They are free! Except for the girl who still can’t breathe. 

- We need to bring Zatanna to Granny’s place so she could free the other teens. 

- Klarion is still busy with a hornet? Seriously?

- They are in Tower of Fate? So the balance between order and chaos are unbalanced in the place of power of one of them?

- “Still in the Tower? *meow* Dang it!” It shouldn’t be that funny! xD

- Virgil, you’re hanging out with Ed and Jaime, your Spanish should be better than this... 

- Yep, the girl still can’t breathe! :( Gar save her! :D She said “Thank you!” :3

- “Where is Violet?” Probably not well after learning she’s dying... 

- Tara’s struggle with English vocabulary (especially oral expressions) feels so real!

- We’re going to see Harper? :D 

- Is that guns and alchohol? Seriously? Is that beer or stronger alchohol? --’ Violet doesn’t seem at ease....

-  It’s cool Harper ask about the alchohol being allowed for Muslims. She’s the first one in the serie to ask VIolet about Islam. You can’t learn about it if you don’t ask to people :) But maybe Violet isn’t the best to ask as she probably doesn’t know much. Wait, does she know about alchohol by the way? 

- “I’m not a Muslim.” Is Violet rejecting everything about herself because she’s dying? Or is alchohol a way to cope with the big new? Or is she rejecting everything about Gabrielle’s identity because of the murder or Brion’s parents?

-  She doesn’t want to talk to Brion and doesn’t like the taste :/ 

- What? 

- “I have a boyfriend.” She clearly doesn’t need this to her emotions... And she sounds surprised? Is this a reminder or a news for Harper? It’s like 2 months she’s dating Brion so she should have told Harper right? 

- “So do I.” The bi cheating trope, really? I HC a lot of characters as bi or pan and it’s not the first rep I wished... And it could have been handled better. Like Harper not kissing her a second time after she said no (I have a boyfriend so I’m not available for kissing someone else, if it wasn’t clear for everyone...). Harper not having a boyfriend but a crush on Violet for a long time, for example? Because the kiss seem to mean nothing to Harper, just a funny thing to do... You know, because bi people can’t stay in a relationship and get bored... --’

- How Violet could be so good at firing? Thanks to her training with Artemis? Motherbox senses? 

- Wait, they are in Mount Justice beach, isn’t it private? How a cop could be there in the middle of nowhere or almost? Why didn’t she show up when Dick were firing with an ever bigger gun? It doesn’t make any sense! Or it’s just plot convenient...

- Violet’s hesitation really show how much she became self destructive because “I’m dying so why not? I have nothing to loose” kind of logic...

- Why they made the General so heartless? :( The cliche of the male soldier who is heartless and the female soldier who cannot do her mission properly because of love/mother instinct...

- I need to check YJ comics because I’m sure I can find some of them in it. *check* Ok I just found Serpenteen...

- Colonel Ramon Bracuda. So he’s indeed a Colonel xD

- Tara and Artemis! 

- The slap at the end was unnecessary, Slade. She was already down... è.é

- Artemis is so good as a mentor! She understood what Tara had been through!

- Tara is surprised and afraid Artemis discovered she was trained. Maybe Artemis will be the one who understands she’s a mole and try to reason her. (Like she tried with her sister...)

- I love how Artemis shows her she can relate to her trauma and reassure her she won’t do the same.

- Tara’s smile again!

- Police station. Right. 

- So Harper’s father is an alcoholic? That would explain why Harper want to forget about her life too... And where she found the bottle. Did she try to take the bottles away and wanted to try it instead?  

- A whole day waiting? That parental abusive!

- I’m not sure Violet truly understood what happened to be honest... It’s a lot in a day! She’s sure having a bad one :( 

- Guess it was an animated error last episode: Wendy still has her collar :( 

- Of course Kaldur will find a solution for the girl :) 

- Virgil, awkward... When he said “excuse” and then close his eyes because he realises it wasn’t the best word choice and Bart reassuring he understood he meant no harm :3 I love the Team dynamic :)

- With Ed, I’m never sure he’s looking at Bart or Wendy...

- “I want in.” In the hug? Of course he’s talking about the Outsiders xD Wait, what?! Doesn’t it seem out of character?

- Even Virgil  didn’t seem to know. 

- So Ed went to the funerals to support/confort Bart?

- So he talked to Bart and Jaime first? Ouch for Virgil... 

- So half of the Runaways in the Outsiders. When do we get to see Tye and Asami? They should have been there in episode 16! Are they ok? Are they kidnapped again? :( 

- “The kids here just don’t know you.” Yet! Come on, Ed, you could have invited all the Runaways, the first abducted metateens so the kids could relate to someone who go through the trauma. Virgil should be known in the Center! He is one of their own already! And that should have been Virgil’s character motivation to be part of the Outsiders and not the skin color... Black characters are more than just black they’re humans, you know? Where are the writers who wrote the other POC characters in the previous seasons? Anyway, the reason to do this for the kid would have been unnecessary if it was written properly with this character arc for Virgil because Ed was fine as a peer councelor to show to the kids there are other ways to use your powers than fighting bas guys, the living example for Paula’s point. 

- So great everyone supports Ed’s decision. 

- Yeah Virgil, his dad would totally freak out...

- Wendy is so small compared to the others! She seems to be 12. And Ed seems to have a big brother reaction who wants to be praised by the little sister ^^

- The comments said “The Outsiders are the best” in Spanish, no idea for the second one and “The Outsiders are unbeatable” in French :)

- “the Outsiders are bigger than the JL.” *Kaldur raises an eyebrow* priceless xD

- Klarion is still trapped in the Tower and it’s still so funny xD 

[bluboothalassophile]

please more jayrae pregnancy fics! Mother hen Jason is my heaven!

Hello,

I hope you enjoy the story! =)

Impatient

Raven groaned in discomfort as she rubbed the lotion overthe taunt skin of her belly, and she sat on her bathroom toilet. Her feet werekilling her today, and her back. Not to mention her vagina fucking ached, thekid was set to come out, her body was prepping, and dilating, and it was anyday now, but she swore to Azar if it wasn’t soon she was going to blast Jason.

“Rae?” a voice called out.

“In here,” she called out, her hands massaging her belly,and her husband appeared in the bathroom doorway.

“Hey,” he smiled as he leaned on the doorframe.

“Did you get the car seat installed?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “And how are we doing today?” he askedcoming to kneel before her as he took some of her lotion and started massagingit on her belly. Raven moaned at the contact, it always felt good when hetouched her, she loved it. Jason knew where to touch to have the aches andpains going away, and he knew how to keep them away.

“Your kid is ready to come out,” she said, his hands movedover her.

“Of course,” he smiled as he kissed her belly and smiled upat her. “Are you ready for this?”

“I’m ready for the body invader to be out,” she admitted. “Excitedto have my body be mine again.”

“I know, any day now, love,” he promised as he continuedrubbing the lotion in. She just sat there savoring the touch until he was done.“Ready?”

“Yes,” she sighed taking his hand as she slid her feet tostand.

“One, two, three,” he pulled her slowly to her feet. Flighthad long since become a hassle when it wasn’t helping her. She was the size ofa planet and didn’t want her iffy balance to send her crashing into a wall. “Youlook sexy like this,” he smiled.

“I look like a planet,” she countered.

“No, you look like mine,” he countered as he handed her oneof his shirts. Raven slid on the sports bras she was partial too since herbreasts had swelled. Her feet and ankles were killing her today. Raven pulledon her sweats and Jason walked a step behind her.

“Did you talk to the League today?” she asked, her handssliding over her belly as she walked to the couch.

“Fate and Constantine are prepped, B has coordinated withZatanna too, and they’re ready, Rae,” he promised. Jason hovered a moment asshe lowered herself to the only comfortable spot in this apartment since her thirtiethweek of pregnancy, his lazy chair, it was now hers. Azar knew she hated thischair, but it was the only comfortable spot!

Jason dropped her fuzzy blanket on her before handing her,her pillow and sitting on the couch. Once she was comfortable she sighed at thenearest to bliss she could get. Her back throbbed in pain, her vagina waskilling her, and her feet ached.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Jason just stared at his wife as she sat there curled up,and wrapped up in her blanket and around her pillow, she looked veryuncomfortably and adorable.

The demoness pregnant was a sight to behold.

She wasn’t like Kori, who had actually grown in proportionwith her pregnancy, even with a huge belly and breasts, she had actually lookedstunning.

Raven while she looked stunning was still slender as fuck,and looked like she had had a basket ball shoved under her shirt with a paddedbra. She was still gorgeous, and he loved just staring at her naked form; hehad done that, that was a part of him, in her, safe, and growing, and loved. Thebaby had emotions, it kicked on his hand, it had thoughts, and senses, Jason foundit all fascinating. Especially when Raven’s empathy allowed him to feel their childand to feel what she was going through. He loved it, but he could feel it allwearing on Raven.

She had not had an easy pregnancy.

The first trimester had had her so sick that she lost somuch weight the docs had her on supplements. The second trimester had had herhormones going from zero to a million in a blink of an eye. From angry, to horny,to sad, to happy. Her powers and magic had gone so rampant that Constantine, Klarion,Lucifer, Zatanna, and Fate had all been called in to seal a good portion of herpowers away so she could stop messing with the universe’s order. Those runeswere seared into her skin, and she cried at the weight of them, sealing herfrom her magic.

He got just how draining this pregnancy was on his littlebird.

And don’t get him started on all her insecurities, honestly,it was exhausting having her think herself inadequate with how little controlshe had over her own body and emotions.

“Jay?” her soft voice had him snapping his attention over toher.

“Yes, little bird?” he asked, she stared at him with largeeyes and bit her lip.

“Can you… do the thing?” she mumbled.

“The thing?” he mused as he got up and prowled over to her.

“Yes, the thing,” she looked up at him almost desperatelyand he smiled as he braced himself over her.

“That thing?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, Rae, you’re going to have to actually say it,” he musedleaning over her, and she frowned. The pout was almost adorable enough to havehim giving in right there but he wanted to hear her say it.

“I will remind you I am growing another being in my body whois pressing down on my vagina almost painfully!” she growled.

“And I will remind you, I love you, but this changes nothingabout ‘us’, I still want to hear you ask for it,” he said leaning over her.Raven scowled.

“Can you please, rub my belly,” she mumbled.

“Oh, that thing,” he feigned disappointment and smiled ather confused look.

“Of course, what thing were you thinking about?” shedemanded.

“The one to start you labor,” he teased.

“I hurt too much for that thing,” she mumbled. “My vaginahates me, my belly hurts, and my feet; I can’t see them, but I can fell howswollen they are.”

“I know, I was just teasing you,” he promised as he kissedher brow.

“Could you rub my feet too?” she asked.

“Well, that’s a given.”

“I can’t wait for this kid to get out of me,” she growled infrustration. He kind of agreed with her, he wanted to know what the kid lookedlike.

[bewitchedluck]

-slides in and requests for a drabble please

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴋʟᴀʀɪᴏɴ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ

i. the first time he helps her is when she’s regressed to a child.  what was supposed to be a humiliating experience for the pinkette turned into a connection neither of them expected. The amateur little human that barely managed to wield a fraction of his power absolutely DELIGHTED in causing mischief. if it wasn’t so delightful to teach and mentor, it would’ve been almost pathetic to see the way she looked up to him when he saves her from the explosion she created.  almost sad the way she hung onto every word, willing to do anything in pursuit of control of her curse.  when giovanni reverses the spell, he’s almost sad to see her go - she was so entertaining to watch, a bright pink ball of energy that could throw entire crowds into disarray with her creativity.  she doesn’t tell anyone, but sometimes she wished that giovanni’s spell failed.  klar – klarion was able to give her the mentorship and childhood she never had with the HIVE.  

ii. the second time he helps her is when she accidentally gets caught by a drug ring in greenwich. she was supposed to infiltrate and steal the recipe, but she didn’t make it out.  no one knew where she was, not even Nightwing, who would have been alerted as soon as she failed to ping in.  oh, he’d find her eventually, but it was really a toss up to see if he’d find her, or her body.  barely 2 days in and she can feel her strength slipping away, the interrogation harsher than usual with drug still in test mode.  she floats in and out of consciousness, and in one of her dreams, she sees a flash of red.  a lot of red, actually.  a hand grabs her hair and yanks, and her dream ends.  when she wakes up again, she’s in a motel, with Dick tending to her wounds. upon asking, he only tells her than he found her outside the remnants of the drug ring base, and had only been there because of a large explosion.  

iii. the third time he helps her is when her skin crackles, pink lines unable to be hidden any longer by the black clothing she always wore.  she limits her interaction with the others, because concealer takes a really long time to put on her entire body, and there’s only so much gray concealer she can steal before someone catches wind.  some days it gets so bad that she can’t walk without her muscles screaming in protest, causing her to hobble to the kitchen for some water, then sitting on the cold tiles because she’s too exhausted to make it back to bed. \ it’s there where Klarion finds her, and he looks well, bored.  he says something, but she doesn’t catch it because there’s blood dripping from her nose.  with a shrug, the witch boy snaps his fingers and she lurches - the pain’s gone, and her body feels stronger.  like her organs were twisted around and he pushed them back into place.  before she can say anything, he helps himself to a new tub of ice cream from her freezer and disappears.  

&& he’s in a battle with Dr. Fate.  the league are comprised of IDIOTS who think that Klarion is a villain just because he was a lord of chaos.  didn’t those dumbasses realize that power doesn’t define who the user was?  Dick had taught her that, had believed in her ability to do good without erasing who she was.  Selina had shown her how to be a thief with morals and compassion.  Stiles had shown her how to love unconditionally, even if you had a piece of darkness innate in your soul.  And many others - Jason, Wendy, Yuffie – and they would all back up her anger at the league’s pigheadedness.  the battle isn’t going well for Klarion. his hands are locked by a glowing symbol, and teekl was knocked out next to the edge of the roof. lightning appeared, striking Klarion square in the chest.  he doesn’t scream, of course, but the agony that he must’ve felt is evident.  Jinx doesn’t process the consequences.  Besides, the damn heroes will probably say something about Stockholm Syndrome again.  her shoes make loud thuds against the ground as she runs to the center of the city.  the citywide blackout quiets the city for 10 seconds before the first screams start.  confusion sweeps across the city as everyone panics, wondering if they were under attack.  Flashlights and candles appear as people search around, looking up at the skies.  The less virtuous of the city takes advantage of the situation by breaking into stores and stealing people’s wallets.  Jinx jumps into the fray and knocks one man out before he can escape with the money, and no one is any wiser.  Except for Klarion though, who rips through the lock like it was made of butter.  He grins as the chaos emanating from the city strengthens his presence and enhances his power.  he doesn’t thank her; she doesn’t expect him to.  but he does replace a tub of ice cream in her freezer before returning to his plane.  she savors that tub of ice cream for weeks.

[slhreblogs]

If you’re on mobile and the read more doesn’t work I’m sorry. It’s just me ranting about YJ stuffs because I just really need to get this out.

I was so surprised by how brutal this season is. I’ve always written fics that are like “Dick died in Wally’s arms” or “’whoops i killed the bird boy’ a novel by klarion the witch boy”. So not the nicest of things, but also I wrote cute shit like “hey dick I kinda really love you” and even almost trash ships of “wow jaime you didnt tell tye? hey tye you know me, bart allen, wanna date both me and my boyfriend?”. So yeah, I have little consistency but in general I do lean towards the darker side of the story. These kids don’t have safe jobs, they could die. And I love to play with that possibility. But holy shit they’re actually going there. Also the trauma???

I know there’s a lotta people not happy about them killing Halo over and over again, because she’s Muslim and black and it’s desensitizing to the already too high amount of violence against black women, but the fact that we straight up saw her neck get broken and we watched her fall to the ground with her head backwards is damn scary. If that had happened in season 1 we all woulda flipped our shit. But the writers recognize their fanbase is older and they’re writing the show appropriately. I am in LOVE with this. It’s darker than the start, because the characters are older, and the viewers are older. But it’s still fun. 

Because let me SAY. Fucking security officer Harpers and Grayson was the best! The banter is amazing. Like fuck man- that episode def had some shit. Because yeah Dick slipped and said Wall instead of of Will, and Will gave him shit for it. He needed to hear that. And I love it. Because that trauma, that shit that he hasn’t dealt with, but the banter was just so good! It was fun and reminded me of season 1, except with 3 Harpers that are all okay with who they are. I honestly wanna go rewatch that episode because I was laughing through the whole damn thing.

ALSO- this paragraph probs doesn’t flow from the last at all cause I paused halfway through it to write this. But, in the scene where you see M’gann’s mental thing and you see the team as they were in her mind, someone pointed out “hey she sees them all as they were as kids” and I just... she kinda has to. Because if she were to see them now, Wally wouldn’t be there. She may not have been as effected as Dick is, but she can’t see her team as adults because then she loses Wally. Whoops. I made my self sad. Back to the above paragraph now.

Moving on to the main thing today that has me screaming though. The Batfam. Cause hey seeing Dick and Babs together is great. I love it. Don’t get me wrong, Birdflash will always be my jam, but Dick and Barbra really are a good couple. They’re cute, they work well, and they’ve got a shit ton of history together. But them being together isn’t the source of my screaming. The source of my screaming is this boi right here. I have, for a long time, loved all the Batboys. But Jason and Dick hold special places in my heart. When we see the memorial for Jay in season 2 I was mad they skipped over him, but accepted it because I know his story and I know he could still show up. Just because Jason as Robin is dead, doesn’t mean Jay won’t show up. So this episode shows the Sensei guy (who really needs more of a name than that), Ra’s, and a hooded figure. I saw this hooded guy, went “lol what if that’s Jason?” and then kinda ignored because it’s just a hooded guy it could be anyone. But the fight broke out, and he was fighting Dick, which only made me wonder about Jay even more. Because that’s a deliberate choice. Maybe not by the characters, but by the animators/writers. They’re pitting the Batboys against each other, and it’s suspicious. Even without knowing for sure if it’s Jay, it certainly lent to the idea that this hooded figure (red hood mind you) is somehow connected to Dick. We don’t wait long to get confirmation that YUP. THAT’S JASON TODD RIGHT THERE. We have 5 seconds of “Oh look Talia HAS A BABY HOLY SHIT DAMIEN” and also “FUCK FUCK FUCK SHIT HOLY HELL THAT’S JASON”. I died a lot tonight, because Batfam. 

I just love Jason Todd so much y’all

But also just ??? wtf kinda name is Sensei? I’m no expert on the Japanese language but doesn’t Sensei just mean teacher? What kind of name is Teacher?