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[flamingpudding]

Part 9 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Pit Demons aren't pets, now stop biting!

Jason sighed as he pulled into the bat cave with his bike. This was the third day in a row now that he was coming back into the Manor now and most likely stayed over again. Steph and Cass were due back from her mission today and Jason knew Alfred was preparing for the Family dinner that was going to happen either today or tomorrow.

Depending if Dick could finally gets Bruce out of his office.

It didn't really matter to Jason though. He was just here to… well he didn't know either but he knew that he was trying to keep an eye out for the little biter. Even if he had to deal with Timber being frustratingly annoying with the whole ghost cult thing.

So what if he could read what they claim to be squiggles. Not that he could prove otherwise, because all he saw was perfectly readable letters. Thankfully he had gotten Tim off his back for some time as he went to deal with something in Crime Alley.

He checked the group chat and scowled.

Apparently the entire Manor was in a state of chaos and Demon Brat was dragging Duke around the entire manor to have him use ghost vision to find the little shit. Not that it was helping since the last update was from 15 minutes ago and apparently the light path Duke had followed ran into a wall.

He looked over to the Batcomputer to find Tim going through the security footage. The other hadn't even so much spared Jason a glance so far too focused on trying to find how the kid could have disappeared from Damian's room without any of them noticing. Alfred and Demon Brat had put down the kid for a nap in Damian's room despite having a room prepared for the little biter and when Damian checked on the kid after doing his school work he found the kid gone.

"Still nothing on the kid?"

"Nothing, it's like the kid vanished into thin air. Not even the sensors in Damian's room picked anything strange up that could hint at his disappearance."

"I still have bite marks, so he definitely was not a mass hallucination."

Tim glared at Jason and the elder only shrugged. It was probably a bit to soon for that kind of joke. But his brothers weren't the only ones worried.

He wasn't even sure if Bruce knew, considering the last he heard was Dick and the old man having a 'talk' again. Dick was probably leaving the search to them for the moment to deal with whatever problem B was having right now.

"Think someone kidnapped the kid?"

"No. Aside from us, and probably the LoA, no one should know about Danny. The League taking him back wouldn't make sense. Besides why would anyone attempt to kidnap him from the Wayne Manor of all places? Gotham's Kidnappers might be dumb but not that dumb."

Jason sagely nodded in agreement. There was something tugging at the back of his mind but he couldn't explain what. It was like on the first day he had brought the little biter to the batcave. Over his shoulder he glanced into the direction his mind -no, the pit was urging him to go.

The pit had been strangely quiet and subdued ever since he met the kid. Protective of the biter at times but he despite the way Timber had annoyed and pestered him previously, he had not felt his own annoyance swing over into that uncontrollable rage.

There was a suspicion, a working theory. Something he wasn't yet willing to share with the rest of the family, despite the fact that he was sure that they had also noticed. It was a glaring fact that he was staying with them in the Manor despite Bruce being there too.

But until there was more confirmation Jason wasn't going to mention any of his suspicions, not if they could possibly endanger a little kid.

Because if he was right then the little biter was brought back way different than him and could also have some Pit controlling powers. The way his own mental Pit reacted to the boy was most likely proof but also what the other had found out so far. Lazarus water was fucking affecting the kids DNA.

It didn't help that Replacement had mentioned a suspicion that the League had most likely experimented with the kid and the Lazarus water judging by the scars they had discovered.

Someone might have deemed the kid a failure at first or the kid had escaped and somehow found his way to Jason's apartment with him probably being the closest thing to what the kid was.

Maybe the kid could sense him the way he could with his Pit. Shaking his head out of these thoughts Jason focused back at the problem at hand.

"I will check with Alfie, see if he knows any more hiding spaces kids would love to use." He patted his younger brother's shoulder only getting a grumble as answer before turning and going towards the elevators.

But before he could enter he once more glanced at the direction the pit was urging him to go. Hesitating, he looked back towards Timber and then the elevator.

"Fuck it." He muttered and decided to trust that stupid pit instinct or whatever that was, though with a threat in his stomach that once more just like the first time when they had searched through the cave to find the kid, the pit was leading him towards the Lazarus Pit.

Once he realized where he was going he stopped. "I should just fucking get Replacement or Demon Brat to check there." Muttering to himself he stared at the direction he was heading towards. When he found the little shit there before the kid had jumped him, chomping down on his arms.

The kid had only led go of him after he spat out green fucking Lazarus Water. Like what the actual fuck? Jason had pushed that experience as far out of his mind as he could but he was remembering it now again. It had been worrisome but they had chalked that up to the kids' contamination.

But now? Now that the pit in his mind was urging him to go there again? He couldn't help but think that there was more to it. Maybe his own dip in the pit had something to do with the little shits obsession with him?

Letting out a sigh he was ready to turn on his heel and get one of the others to check this area when he suddenly heard childlike laughter. "You are shitting me…"

With a scowl he marched towards the Lazarus Pit only to stop in his tracks the moment it came into view.

The little biter was sitting on the ground by the Pit as green glowing blobby orbs floated around the boy. The boy was poking them saying something, he couldn't really hear from this distance and then laughed. There was a light in his blue eyes that Jason hadn't seen before, a happiness even. It would be a really cute image of the kid playing with some green blobby orbs, if these things weren't probably some sort of dangerous Pit Demons.

Fuck what was he going to do now? If they were dangerous and he startled them the little shit could end up in real danger. So far they hadn't noticed him.

Grumbling while keeping an eye on the laughing boy, he sent a quick message into the chat telling the others little biter was in the batcave by the Lazarus pit. He knew the moment Tim saw the message he would come running, same with Demon Brat.

Despite knowing that was not a cute moment but dangerous, he snapped a picture anyway. Just for the record and to make sure he wasn't hallucinating or something. Because the kid was actually laughing, not hissing, not blankly staring, glaring or watching one of them but actually laughing like a kid his age with a shine in his eyes he hadn't seen before.

Demon Brat can thank him later for that picture, if Jason decides to share it with the others that was.

Echoing steps could be heard behind him and just like he predicted his brothers came running. The kid's laughter instantly stopped when he heard it too and his head snapped towards Jason, eyeing him warily. One of his hands was still stretched out towards one of the blobs, probably to pet it, but had stopped midway.

It was weird how the blobs were also now turning towards him and sort of looked displeased? Were these demons upset that they made the kid stop showering them in affection?

"Danyal!" Damn were they fast if they wanted to. Rushing past him their formerly youngest kneeled by his younger twins side patting the kid down and checking them over. Jason narrowed his eyes. Did Damian not notice the green glowing orbs that were all around the kid?

"So he was here the entire time?!" Timber asked the moment he coughed up, baffled. "How did we miss that?"

"Hey Replacement?" He had to ask, like come on, he couldn't be the only one seeing these green blobby orbs floating around the little biter and now the Demon Brat.

"Do you see-"

"What are these green blobs?"

Duke appeared next to them, clearly worried. Well that at least spared him having to ask that himself. From the corner of his eyes he watched how Tim blinked confused then rubbed his eyes like he was noticing them for the first time.

"Are those?"

"Small Pit Demons." Demon Brat answered them casually, waving one of them away when it got too close to his face. "They used to be around Grandfather's Lazarus Pit all the time. They seem to appear where Pits are and are harmless if you leave them be."

"Wait, you know about them?"

"Of course. They usually stay out of sight but it was not unusual to get a glimpse of them every now and then. Danyal used to point them out when we were younger. I am surprised that none of you ever noticed them before."

"Demon Brat, are you fucking kidding me? We got literally Pid Demons in the Batcave?!" They had fucking Pit Demons in the Batcave because of the Lazarus Pit and the damned brat didn't bother to tell them? What the fuck?

"Blob Ghosts! Not Demons!" The little biter piped up and Jason turned to stare at the kid not quite in disbelief but really? That was what the kid cared about, what they called these things?

"I don't fucking care what they are called. They still come for the fucking pit"

"Uhm…" Oh right all they hear from the kid is chirping or thrilling noises.

"What did Danyal call them?"

"Blob Ghosts."

"Blob Ghosts…" Before he knew it Tim was gone, nose deep in the weird ghost cult book muttering something about a connection between the Pits and that cult. Was he seriously carrying that book around everywhere now?

"Dami, can we keep-"

"No." Where were Dick and Bruce or maybe even Alfred? He did not want to act as the responsible eldest here. Helping Demon Brat sneaking various animals into the Manor to annoy Bruce was one thing but keeping fucking Pit Demons? Hell normally he would be all for it but fuck did he not want to deal with anything that came for the fucking Pits. Nope, this was not his kind of deal.

Apparently the kid didn't like his instant refusal as all he heard was a hiss in warning, followed by the simple command of "Smother him!"

His vision was swarmed with green and not the kind of green that happens when Pit Rage took over. No it was the kind where a lot of green glowing blobby orbs decide to swarm you. He swatted at them like they were flies, sometimes it worked, sometimes he noticed how his hand would go right through them without effect.

"Get the fuck away from me!"

"Danyal!" He could hear Demon Brats scowling tone but he didn't know what it was about until a second later he felt a weight hitting his chest knocking him over.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! GET FUCKING OFF ME!"

There was another hiss and a pain, he was getting familiar with, bloosemed in his right forearm and in between the green blobs he got a glimps of the little shit biting down on is arm a-fucking-gain. Though the kids eyes were blue he could still see a green flickering in them.

"Oh for the love of… Danyal! I told you to stop biting them!"

"Shouldn't we be more concerned about the Pit Demons attacking Jason?"

"Todd will be fine as I said they are harmless. Danyal, I said get off him this instant or I will tell Pennyworth to withhold your snacks."

"I feel like priorities aren't set right here…"

Despite his doubts… Duke still took a picture of the chaos to share with the others later. Dick surely would get a good laugh out of whatever this was.

[apatheticsunday]

Batfam Eldritch Horror

AKA "inspired by that one post about Danny being a flerken and living with the Batfam" idea! Except he looks pants-shitting, "oh dear god, what is that" terrifying.

I just love slightly feral animal-like Danny in a... shape. It's not immediately identifiable as a cat or dog, maybe he has a few too many legs that kind of look like a tail at one point? And when he skitters up walls like a particularly small dog-sized tarantula, it's terrifying enough to make seasoned criminals squeal.

Let's imagine Danny had some sort of accident with a portal and was Wizard-of-Oz'd into Gotham, a literal hellmouth of a city with so many curses that it'd make John Constantine start to sweat. And this city also has... weird Ecto. (In my brain, there's a connection between the Lazarus Pit and ectoplasm, like pit waters are the sewers of ectoplasm or something.) It's enough for Danny to still exist but he can't seem to stay human-shaped. It's better than being a Blob Ghost, but not by much. His fur-scales-feathers-skin-something look dark as the midnight sky.

And who should stumble on this weird-looking Thing aside from Damian, secret animal-whisperer and passionate Pokemon collector? Damian, who known what a scared feral animal looks like and who can coax it into his arms? It doesn't matter that Danny has maybe five or six limbs. He can make himself slightly smaller at will (not in a Magical-Girl-Transformation way, mind you. When he changes shape, there's the distinct snap of bones breaking and wet, fleshy sounds of his organs, muscles, ligaments, tendons, everything shifting).

Damian has literally been trained by the League of Assassins under the Demon Head. He's likely seen more people's insides than an ER surgeon; he's killed more than enough people in incredibly grotesque and violent ways to be totally unphased by Danny changing shapes. Maybe he'll actually be sort of touched, a bit pleased, that his new Thing pet would change itself so violently so Damian could hold it.

What would Damian name it? He's outwardly violent and aggressive towards others, but pretty passionate and heartfelt once he cares for someone. Alfred the Cat comes to mind. So maybe Damian takes one look at this supposedly scary Thing and thinks, "It looks like Father."

As in, Dark as Night? A shadow inspiring fear amongst criminals? Spoken about in whispers, sometimes laughed off as a joke but still cautiously reverent, just in case?

Danny's new name is Batman.

Of course, this causes some confusion when Damian comes home to Wayne Manor and says, "Batman and I will retire to my room." In front of Bruce, who naturally and kind-of-correctly assumes his son picked up another animal while on patrol. Bruce had a hard time explaining this to a very concerned Dick, who was holding up a wooden stake and a bible (Dick totally wasn't going to kill Bruce if he turned out to be a vampire but it's always good to be prepared!), after Damian apparently made a wayward comment that "Batman refuses to eat anything besides raw meat."

And Danny is having a great time!! Sure, Damian treats him like a pet, but he gets affectionate pats on the head, incredibly expensive steak, and a soft place to sleep. He awkwardly dragged several blankets from the living room to Damian's room to make a bed in the kid's closet. (Alfred watched from behind the couch as this six-legged hairy-ish catlike Thing determinedly waddled with three blankets in its mouth, occasionally tripping on its own legs. He went back to dusting the crown moulding silently. So, that's why Master Damian requested uncooked sirloin steak twelve times in last few days. Hm.)

So, the Batfam accept there is another Batman in the family. Except they haven't actually seen Danny (aside from Alfred and Damian).

Until Dick needs to talk to Damian and goes into the boy's room. But it's empty?? He could've sworn he heard somebody talking or something in here, but maybe not? He turns to leave and then hears it again: a soft kind of thump coming from Damian's armoire. A shit-eating grin spreads across his face as his Older Brother Instincts kick in. Jason used to hide in closets and try to scare Dick when he was little; Damian, despite being a child soldier and trained assassin, was still a little kid at heart, right? The kid's clearly hiding from Dick to scare him or something.

(Damian was in the Batcave, studiously typing "Google, what non-Earth animals reside in Gotham, please?" into the Batcomputer. I like to think that Damian uses the internet like a 85-year old man who thinks a Google employee personally replies to each question.)

So, Dick creeps forward and abruptly slams open the armoire doors!! Only to let out an unholy shriek of terror as Danny, who was taking a nap, frantically skitters out of the closet looking like a Frankenstein cat-dog with bat wings. He crawls under Damian's bed as Dick scrambles into the hallway.

The cat-dog-Thing is out of the bag now. Damian looks utterly deadpan as he explains that Batman is his pet and not to concern themselves with it; Bruce, Tim, Jason, and a white-faced Dick disagreed. They need to see it to make sure the Thing won't harm anybody, especially considering it's fucking living with them!! How do they know it won't try to eat them in their sleep??

"Batman does not eat raw human meat, Todd. Why are you concerned now? It has resided with us for two months now."

"Two months?" Dick nearly faints (again).

"Yes, Batman is very well-behaved, Master Dick." Alfred, who's been feeding Danny for the last two months and has seen all the little quirks the Thing has, offers a consoling half-smile.

Ultimately, the Batfam decide to keep Batman in exchange for scary dog privileges. They'll have to think of another name for Danny considering having two Batmans in Gotham would be pretty confusing (especially if one of them decided they did, in fact, like raw human flesh).

[sanguinesmi1e]

A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 (you're here) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4

Wayne Enterprises didn’t really need a small business specializing in “ecto-weapons” invented by self-purported ghost hunters, but S.T.A.R. Labs tipped Lucius Fox off that Lex Luthor was trying to buy an obscure little company in Illinois, and thwarting Luthor was always worthwhile. Now Tim just had to figure out what to do with all the equipment and the concerningly large arsenal of guns and things that looked like normal household items but seemed to have other, horrific purposes. He would have laughed at the way they slapped “Fenton” in front of every invention name (do ghost hunters really need a Fenton thermos? Won’t a normal thermos keep their coffee hot just as well? Are ghosts like trout, to be caught with a Fenton Ghost Fisher which just looks like a normal fishing rod but glow-in-the-dark. And what the fuck even is a Fenton Peeler!?), but he thought with some chagrin about the batarangs, batmobile, and everything else that had “bat” as a prefix in the batcave. 

However, of all the things Tim hadn’t expected to find when he flew out to do an inventory of assets after they bought the business sight-unseen, a portal generating a Lazarus Pit in gaseous form was probably at the top of his list. He didn’t even know that Lazarus water could change states from a liquid to a gas like that. Maybe there actually was something to the whole ghost thing. He supposed that it made sense for ghosts to exist, after all Deadman was part of Justice League Dark. Speaking of. . . he should see if Bruce could call in someone from JLD to assess things. He was feeling decidedly out of his depth.

John Constantine did not like to consult for mega corporations like Wayne Enterprises, but Batman had specifically requested he go check something out and he figured, where's the harm? 

There. 

There’s the harm. 

It turned out the “thing” he’d been called in to look at is a machine that can tear open a stable portal into the Infinite Realms. That is not something that should be possible. That is not something technology should be capable of achieving. That is definitely not something that should exist. Bloody hell, what had the Bats roped him into!?

This really should have been Zatana’s job. Or Deadman’s. Hell, Raven or Secret would be preferable. Because John would prefer not to be dealing with this. In fact, he would prefer to be back in literal Hell than deal with the crazy shit in the Infinite Realms. Could John handle demons, archangels, and even gods? Yeah. He can bind or exorcize most supernatural threats. Does that mean he relishes the idea of going toe to toe with heavy hitters from the Infinite Realms? Absolutely not. 

Some beings who lived there were just little blob ghosts made from ectoplasm and emotion. Some were the restless undead who could not or would not cross over to their afterlives. And some were the embodiments of concepts like nature, destructive weather, and dreams. He wasn’t sure where Death fit into the Realms, whether she ruled or visited, or if it was actually just an extension of her, but he didn’t really want to find out. There were many things John could defeat. Death wasn’t one of them. And now he was looking at a portal into a realm where the living were not meant to be. 

Danny hadn’t returned to Fenton Works since graduating high school. It turned out that he was less anxious when he was not living with people who fantasized about “tearing him apart molecule by molecule” and thought that discussing their plans to dissect him (although he maintained that it would be a vivisection since he’s only half dead) made for fascinating dinner conversation. Who would have thought that his constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia were caused by environmental factors? He’d been unpacking things with a very nice therapist his sister helped him find, and seen great improvements in his mental health. It really helped that she was dead too, and unlike Spectra she didn’t feed off the misery of her patients.

Danny hadn’t intended to ever return to Fenton Works, but when Jazz told him that Jack and Maddie sold their life's work to Wayne Enterprises and a multibillionaire playboy was about to have unfettered access to the Ghost Zone, he was. . . concerned. To say the least. And that was why he was in the middle of doing some light sabotage when Tim Drake-Wayne and a guy in a trenchcoat who reeked of cigarette smoke entered the basement lab. It’s why he was hiding under the Specter Speeder removing the ecto-engine, and there to overhear the conversation that followed.

“So, am I right in thinking that’s a Lazarus Pit?” Tim asked Constantine.

The older man stared at the portal, then at Tim, then at the portal for an uncomfortably long time. Then he pulled out a flask and drained half its contents before saying, “Yes and no. That is basically the same substance as the pits, but I think that this does something else entirely. It seems like this machine basically functions as a summoning circle, but instead of pulling one entity from one side to the other, this is just an open doorway that is perpetually pulling in anything or anyone who gets within its sphere of influence.”

“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, John.”

“It’s really not,” 

“So what does that mean, is it like a blown hatch in space causing rapid depressurization?” Tim felt a little ill at the thought. “What is it even pulling into our world?”

“No, no. Nothing so dramatic as that. It’s more like, hm, so the way summoning circles work is they invite or compel a specific entity to manifest, by basically making a one-way magical portal for them. This portal is kinda like an invitational summoning, which entices, but doesn’t force anyone to enter. Usually a summoning will have a purpose though, and the being you summon will be offered a deal. If this is doing what I think it is and pulling citizens of the Infinite Realms through and leaving them on this side without a contract or direction, they’re probably getting pretty frustrated and causing havoc. It’s like offering someone a job in another country so they have to get a visa and uproot everything, only to get off the plane and find an empty office, no housing, and no paycheck.” John lit up a cigarette and took a drag.

Tim wrinkled his nose, but knew from long experience that it wasn’t worth it to argue about American tobacco restrictions in the workplace with Constantine, especially while the man was doing him a favor. Also, the man looked like he really needed either a cigarette or another drink, and he’d prefer second hand smoke to a drunk sorcerer. “So then why hasn’t this town been overrun by these beings from the Infinite Realms?”

“Good question kid, but what I really want to know is how is this portal staying open? Really, how was it opened in the first place is the most pressing issue.” John mused.

Tim had already located the blueprints for the portal while waiting for Constantine, but either the Fentons had intentionally falsified the documents to seem plausible just long enough to make off with the money, or he just didn’t understand enough of the interaction between physics and the occult to comprehend how the portal could possibly function. 

He flipped back through the blueprints while the blond man sat cross legged in front of the swirling green portal and his low, distracted mutterings took on the cadence of a chant. The curl of smoke from his lit cigarette unfurled into some kind of spell array, and began to glow. Huh, maybe Tim shouldn't be too quick to judge him for tobacco misuse. Tim triple checked the flat file for any more information about the portal, and came up empty handed.

John, meanwhile, kept chanting as the magical array grew and spread to encompass the entire entrance to the portal. At last he stopped speaking and stood up, stepping back to double check his work. “Alright, Drake. You might wanna close your eyes for this one. It’s gonna be bright,” he said, popping his cigarette back between his lips. Then he stepped forward and blew a mouthful of smoke on the center of the array. The smoke caught against the softly glowing lines, pushing them until they floated back and collided with the nebulous green swirls and, despite Tim closing his eyes, flashed so incandescently white he could see them through his eyelids.

“OW! Fuck!!” John clutched his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m doubling my consulting fee,” he grumbled under his breath.

“You alright?” Tim asked, blinking spots out of his vision.

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” He too was blinking now. “That was not supposed to be so bright.”

“I’m assuming it worked though.”

“It had bloody well better ’ave worked.” The older man squinted at the slightly dimmer lines which still shone painfully bright against the green. “Oh. Yeah, that worked. Fuck. . .”

“What?” Tim looked on in alarm as Constantine pressed a hand over his mouth. 

“Oh man. What wanker did you say created this portal?”

“Presumably Drs. Madeline and Jack Fenton. Why?” He drew the last syllable out skeptically. 

“Because, they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms.”

[kaidatheghostdragon]

I want to merge the trope that ghost blobs re basically party snacks with the trope that ghost blobs are special blorbos that other ghosts instinctively protect.

So i propose: symbiotic ghost blobs. When they're strong, they wander around and explore. When they're weak, their ecto changes so they're tasty to other ghosts. The other ghosts then eat them whole, and the blob settles around the ghost's core, semicorporeal, helping to filter ecto in return for taking a small portion of the ghost's strength, as well as benefitting from the stronger ghost's protection. In a few days to weeks, when they are strong enough, they phase right out and reform, off to go exploring again.

The ghost gets a boost in vitality from the blob, as the extra filter makes up for the tiny energy loss. Most ghosts can take on half a dozen blobs at a time, while more powerful ghosts like Danny could easily take dozens, cause thats how many blobs it would take to filter through the large quantities of ecto that they burn through.

Human liminals benefit from one or two blobs. Maybe its borderline required, as humans might not have the faculties to filter their own ecto, and subside entirely on the ambient ecto, which is maintained by the strongest ghost in the area (whoever owns the haunt).

Basically, eating blobs every few days to top off the ones that left is basically equivalent to taking probiotics to help digestion.

So we have Amity Park, maintained by Danny and his small army of blobs that he's constantly rotating though, and Gotham, maintained by Lady Gotham who is overloaded on too many curses to properly filter the city, no matter how many blobs she collects.

Jason is a sick halfa because corrupted ecto, yadda yadda. Only its not "dumped in the lazarus pits and never got filtered," but "gotham is literally so toxic that all of his power goes to filtering and it still doesnt make a dent, so he presents as powerless and possibly hangry." He may or may not know that he's passively absorbing blobs to help filter, or maybe Lady Gotham hoards them all so he has no concept of symbiotic blob relationships.

Or even better, blob ghosts are what the LoA call pit demons. They think the amorphous red-eyed blobs are aggressive because their constantly throwing themselves at the liminal assassins' faces to try to help filter the atrotious ecto. The pits are extremely corrupt because the LoA keeps chasing away and or destroying the blobs.

For extra angst, Jason and batfam are aware of the pit demons and have no reason to believe that the LoA's interpretation is incorrect.

So everyone is suitably horrified when a visiting Phantom brings a legion of blobs (a typical "I come in peace" gift for Lady Gotham), casually snacking on a few of them. Even more so when he offers a few to the batfam, like one would a piece of candy.

[halfghostwriter]

(Saw a few posts about Giant!Danny, as well as this post by @blackfoxsposts , thought it’d be fun to create a disaster)

Danny, for the most part, thought he was handling being kidnapped by assassins (ninjas? Ninja assassins?) pretty well. Not sure why they took him, but hey, it’s not like it’s much worse than being kidnapped by Vlad. Maybe Vlad or one of his rogues decided to outsource for a change. The only thing he was really worried about was upsetting his new friend Damian, since they had agreed to meet today, but Danny missed the meeting time one account of being. Y’know. Kidnapped.

In his thoughts, he didn’t notice the fact he was being dragged towards a mysteriously ectoplasm-like pool until he was already eyebrow deep in it. In his panic, he wound up swallowing a massive amount of the liquid. As he was pulled back out, he started to feel… weird… a kinda nice weird, though… he licked his lips, savoring the delicious flavor of the pools… and flung himself backwards, out of the hands of the people pulling him out, and straight back into the flavor pit.

He got about three massive gulps in before he was pulled out again.

There were people talking around him, or maybe they were yelling— it was hard to hear over the sound of his own bubbly laughter. When he caught his breath, he did hear something that sounded like “why would you do that,” to which he responded

“Cuz it’s tashtyyy! And makesh me feel… makesh me feel weird… like good weird… kinda hot though… oh, wait, I can fiksh that!”

And Danny did just that, by turning into Phantom. Sure, his ghost half’s a little bit bigger, but this place is so open and airy, they must have people of this size all the time.

“Ta- *hic* -daaaaaaa!”

Oh wow, he never noticed how cute and small people look when he’s like this! Though, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to notice. Lately he had only been transforming in the ghost zone, since he could use his powers just fine in his huma— oh. Right. Haha whoops, forgot about that. Ah well, he already transformed, and he liked how humans looked like this, he’s having too much fun to stop now. Wait, why are they running away?

“Hm? Wheresh you goin?”

He reached towards the one who had been taking the most earlier, only to have him slice Danny’s finger with something pointy, while screeching “STAY BACK, PIT DEMON!”

“Owwww…. why’d’ya do that for…? Thatsh was sho rude…” He poked the man in the chest with his claw, accidentally pushing him to the ground. Before he could retract his hand, he felt something small and sharp hit his cheek.

“Stand down. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

Danny turned to his right, and saw… some sort of black blob… man, his vision was loopy…

“Well yeah, but he’sh, he’sh the one, who who shtabbed me, I wash jusht ashkin… a queshtion.” Danny leaned towards the black blob, squinting his eyes while trying to get a better look… he could sort of make out two pointy ears on top of it… maybe some sort of cape…? Just a bit closer….

“OW!”

Something stabbed his hand!

“Keep those fangs away from my father, demon!”

How rude! Sure, his teeth were big and razor sharp, and his skin was a blueish-green, and his claws were the length of an average person’s forearm, but that didn’t mean he was a demon!

“Thash sho meannnn—”

“Quiet! Where has Daniel been taken? What did you do with him?!”

“Huh..? Whad’ya mean, ‘m right…”

Wait a minute… that voice is… incredibly familiar….

“… oh! I geddit now!”

Danny reached for his blurry looking friend with his non-stabbed hand, gripping a little tighter than he meant to.

“Shorry f’r not comin, got ki’napped, we c’n hang now though! Not tied up an’more.”

He used his free hand to open up a portal to his room in the castle, and floated through, his friend safely in his hand. He thinks his friend said something to him, but…

“Shorry, wha wazzat? Ish kinda hard to… to…”

Danny’s jaw unhinged as he yawned, and his body began to feel heavy.

“Shorry, I’m… kinda shleepy…”

He managed to get his upper half fully onto the bed before passing out.

A few hours later, he woke up with a migraine, a strong sense of debilitating shape, and a shockingly composed Robin standing a few feet from his face.

Well.

Shit.

“So. Daniel. Care to explain?”

… yeah Danny fucked up.

[spnsimpleman]

Cavanaugh Park

This is my One Shot for @iwantthedean ‘s SoCo summer challenge!! 

My lyric prompt was “You always said Destiny would blow me away.”  The whole song, Cavanaugh Park by Something Corporate, had a hand in inspiring this one shot.  

Reader x Dean

Word Count: 4653

Warning: mentions/memories of attempted rape.

And this is where it all goes sideways. Yes, even for a hot shot like me. As I stood in the dark alley across the street and watched the candy coated idiot I’d been tailing all night slip behind her very nice apartment door, the thing I thought I was tracking had snuck up behind me.

Three fucking days in the strip club from hell very aptly named Hell’s Angels that held not only strippers as any type of demon or supernatural creature desired but also legit hell scape decor. Well, top two levels, at least, and depending on who you talked to, it wasn’t that hellish. Even in hell, they get all snobby.

That glitter storm wench that probably just skipped into her fancy ass kitchen and popped a bottle of wine was the only one with any connection to the two men and one woman who lost their shit and destroyed someone they cared about. But of course, that’s how a clever Siren would play it even if it didn’t know anyone was watching.

This one covered their tracks like a goddamn pro and poked me in the back with a small gun like I was some stupid hack on my first hunt. 

“Well, fuck me.”

“Ooo, whatta mouth,” she purred in my ear, really laying it on thick. “I’d really like to see what you could do with it, sailor.”

You always said Destiny would blow me away, pops. I just never knew it would be so fucking literal. “That’s either the business end of a tiny gun or the end of your stiletto needs a little work, Destiny.”

Destiny, the terrible, too-innocent-and-prude-for-this-job stripper who dressed as a fallen angel complete with broken gray wings. Like I said, fuck me. Bravo, Fate, you nasty bitch. She’s probably cackling her ass off somewhere too.

The gun pressed harder into my back before the blade of a knife, my fucking bronze dagger to be precise, kissed my jugular. “Oh, honey,” she hummed and sniffed my neck. “All thorns and… mmm, aren’t you interesting?”

I didn’t really have a move at this point so I went for my old stand by, fake it til you make it. “Putting your friend on them to hide your scent? Poor Candy never saw it coming, did she? You’re a terrible friend and a bloody awful stripper. Anyone ever tell you that?”

“Better to have poor friends than none at all,” she giggled. She fucking giggled in my ear.

“Oh, fuck you.”

She sniffed my hair and exhaled with a sigh that held way too much arousal for my taste, “well, they didn’t, did they?” Her hand slid around my waist and tucked into the front of my jeans. She was checking for more weapons. Smart, damn it. I really hate the clever ones. “You are delicious. I love a good challenge.” The voice morphed on her last word, the stripper who’d been Candy’s innocent best friend forced to work to make ends meet was gone as the octave dropped and took on a distinctly male pitch. “Just a voice. Who knew a human could be so simple?” It whispered against the side of my neck with a voice from long ago.

It spun me around and I jabbed my fist into its wrist, knocking the dagger away. I grinned then had to clench down on every reaction to the fuzzy blur in front of me. It still had the gun and didn’t seem at all bothered by my removal of its second weapon.

“I could be your hero. I could be your everything.” That voice, I knew that voice.

I growled, “I am my own hero.”

“Not that night. I was.” I could hear the smile in the voice and it sickened me. It shouldn’t affect me so much, but I couldn’t stop the rage flowing back as the memory hit me hard.

Could Sirens do that? Pull forth the worst memory and that was how they boosted their victims urge to do what they wanted? But it didn’t make sense. Who knew where those boys were today.

The dark blur leaned in, “mmm, true. I guess we’ll just have to find some replacements. Surrogates can work just as well, at least I would make that sacrifice for you. Would you make the sacrifice for me?”

“Sacrifice?” I grit my teeth, “I don’t love them, they are nothing. That’s not your ballpark.” I kept my eyes open refusing to give a straight answer or block out the blur in front of me. I’d had that dream too many times and wasn’t willing to make it easier for it. I glared, not even glancing in the direction of the bronze dagger I would soon plunge in its chest. Hopefully, it would forget about it and keep all its attention on me.

The blur of a body pressed against me and sniffed from my chest all the way up the side of my face. I shivered and it pissed me off.

“There’s no one you love left, I make exceptions for special cases and honey, I love something a little different.”

The voice still fucked with me, how could it find that memory so easily? I hadn’t thought of that night in years. I hadn’t had the nightmare in weeks, if not months. A rough hand was on my face squeezing my cheeks trying to get me to open my mouth. So unlike the gentle hands that pulled me from the nightmare before it took another horrific turn.

The flash hit me hard, that night so long ago, two boys prying my legs open as the other held my arms above my head. I had screamed and fought like hell until two sucker punches smashed into my face. I could almost feel the blood vessels bursting, the pain blossoming around my eyes…

My jaw started to open and knocked me from the nightmare’s hold. I shoved away the images and kicked out hard. The siren’s grip slipped, the gun clattered across the asphalt as it stumbled back a step swinging its arms to balance. I gave it another swift kick square in its blurry chest. It crashed to the ground with a satisfying thud against the brick wall and I took off for the dagger.

But the memory wasn’t done with me yet, maybe the siren had a way of pulling it forward. It continued to play out in my head, words screaming from the guy that had pulled me from the pack of animals clawing at me. Go! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!

The sounds of a fight behind me but I kept going, kept running no matter how many times I fell. I couldn’t see much through my swollen eyes but what was behind me could be so much worse. I still felt their rough hands on me, the stink of their breath, the slurring taunts echoing in my head no matter how far I stumbled…

No! I shook out of it. I didn’t run anymore.

The alleyway filtered back in, the nightmare cleared completely and I spotted the dagger only a foot to my left; I dove for it. I closed my hand around the handle I had made myself to fit like a glove as adrenaline rushed through my veins. I stood but the siren had caught up, shoving me into the brick wall. It grabbed my wrist and slammed it above my head but I wouldn’t let go. That dagger was mine. I wasn’t letting go.

I made myself a promise that night it wanted me to remember so damn bad, that I would never be overpowered again. If they had brawn, I had the smarts and I kicked the shit out of myself to heighten my brawn as well. There was always possibilities, I just had to find them. Outwit, outplay, outlast, or just straight up beat them with stubbornness. My pops called it determination, my uncle called it will power, but a rose by any other name and all that junk. Out-stubborn was kind of my forte.

Pride swelled in my chest when it stopped trying to break the dagger from my grip but that deflated quickly when I realized it didn’t need me to let go. The siren’s unidentifiable face was hovering over mine and the anger radiated off the only image I had of the guy that had saved me when I was sixteen. There was another promise I had made that night as I ran, that I would find him and thank him, but it’s impossible to thank a ghost. My promise morphed into being like him; when something’s wrong, don’t turn a blind eye, kick it in the ass.

It roughly grabbed my face and no matter how hard I grit my teeth, my jaw was slowly opening. No, no, no, NO! I struggled against it but its weight and position made it impossible to move. I glared, refusing to give up and become the one thing I had fought against my whole life.

It opened its blurry mouth and the pit that spit poison to control me was in there somewhere. I thrashed as much as I could but it wasn’t even close to any good. We both knew it and it infuriated me. Which gave me an idea.

I pulled my hand away from the wall with every ounce of that rage fueling me, each half an inch I gained messed with it. I grinned, “that’s right, bitch. Tell me you’re my hero again.”

“HEY!”

The weight shifted against me but it gripped my wrist tighter and slammed it back to the wall. “I’ll get to…” It’s blurry head turned and then it roared, “YOU!”

I stared at the man stalking toward us with a voice that held an air of familiarity. He stopped in the center of the alleyway where just enough of the street light landed on his face. A brief flash of confusion crossed his quite ruggedly handsome face as he studied the blur holding me. I caught a glimpse of a bronze dagger at his waist. A hunter. Fucking figures.

His hand dropped near his barely hidden dagger and he taunted, “if you were going for the Blob I think you got the wrong element there, sport.”

The blur vibrated, moving a step in the man’s direction before looking at me. It couldn’t make up its mind.

“Come and get it, shadow bitch!”

I flinched as it wrenched its grip away from my arm then raked its nails against my wrist. It roared and charged the other hunter. I cradled my wrists against my chest and stood there watching the action play out. Something about the hunter’s voice…

It lunged at the hunter and the scuffle was confusing. The blur and the man trading blows and remarks as it tried to spit its poison.

Go! RUN! GET OUT OF HERE!

The voice shouted and it took me a second to realize it was only in my head. I closed my eyes shaking the remnants of the memory and nightmare off with a mantra of my own making. I am Y/n, I am a fucking awesome hunter. I was a victim, but that never defined me just like my name or my mistakes don’t define me. I define me by every action, every decision, every damn time I scrape myself up off the floor and move the fuck on. I am a survivor, a fighter, and a goddamn badass with a blade!

I snapped my eyes open. Time to go to work. I pushed off the wall and assessed my best way in. The siren had changed, had shaped back into Destiny. Apparently, it considered the man as the room’s more dangerous occupant. Good. I liked to be underestimated.

It slammed the man into the wall and leaned in as I moved around behind it dipping the dagger into the blood filled pouch thankfully still attached to my belt.

“Oh, baby, are we gonna have some fun.”

I rushed the last few steps and plunged the knife into its back. It shrieked as it spun around. “Raincheck, bitch.” The anger I felt from the blurred image was painted all over Destiny’s face. “I guess you’re not the right Destiny after all.” I side kicked her into the wall and the point of the dagger popped through her chest. The siren finally dropped and I stepped back.

The man pushed off the wall and looked at me, “you’re a hunter?”

“Takes one to know one.” Wow, real smooth. I met his gaze and hopefully kept my inner thought to myself.

He studied my face and his brows furrowed. “Do I know you?”

“I don’t know you so, I guess not.”

He dropped his gaze and sighed as he rolled his shoulders. He surveyed the mess we had made in the alley but really who would notice?

“You wanna get a drink?”

I glanced down at the body of a woman flat on her face between us. My hackles rose, I didn’t owe him anything. “It was impossible to move where it had me but I was getting under its skin.” I knew how hunters were but I had to admit I was curious. His voice had such a touch of familiarity and kinda sounded like… no, it was just because the memory was so fresh but… there was no such thing as coincidence, did I just trade one monster for another? My mind warred and I glanced up trying to study him without looking at all interested.

“You seemed to have a good handle.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

He held up his hands, “I was just trying…” He sighed again and his body language spoke of a man running on little energy. He dropped his hands, “I need a drink. It’s late and you just closed my case. You can join if you want. It was just the first thing that came to mind. I’m Dean, by the way.”

I eyed him for a moment, trying to figure out why it hadn’t occurred to me that I didn’t even know his name. “Dean.” I pointed to myself, “Y/n.” Wow… way to go, Tarzan. “Sure.” I shrugged, “I would head to a bar anyway. I’m starving and really could use a drink.” Hello, I’m crazy lady and now that you’ve given me your name, I’m totally cool with going out with you. Shit. Getting a drink with you on a totally we’re in the same career field way. Ugh, fuck.

He gave me a nod and lifted the siren up easily. Show off. “Think you could help me get around that apartment building unnoticed? I’ve got a hole out back.”

Double show off. I gave a sharp nod and walked to the mouth of the alley. I pulled my gun from my back holster and shot out the two closest streetlights.

“You have a silencer?”

I winked but he probably couldn’t see it. “Top of the line, C.I.A. research and development. Go across, I’ll keep a look out to distract anyone until you get into the next alley.”

I may have walked behind him to study the way he moved and how he carried himself or maybe tried to figure out just how much muscle he had under that flannel shirt. He was way better looking than most, if not all, the hunters I’ve ever had contact with but there was no way in hell this man had any of my trust.

I was no damsel in distress. Never again. But if he was nice and we get along, I might just play right into his bed. It would give me a chance to check out what he’s packing in his hunter’s bag of toys and maybe find out who he was.

He dropped the body in the hole and lifted a shovel with a glance my way. He certainly had nice bone structure, I’d give him that. “What, no backup shovel?”

He looked at me as he pushed dirt into the hole, “why would I have a second?”

I shrugged and looked around, “never know when help might show up.”

He chuckled, “yeah. I’d just ask them if they wanted to help me hide a body.”

“I tried that once.”

He stopped and stared at me, “really?”

I smirked, “it was either that or try to pretend it wasn’t a body when I didn’t have anything but the head covered.”

He threw his head back and laughed. It was a nice laugh, maybe too loud for the situation we were in but maybe that’s what made it better. Maybe I might just see what he’s packing under those jeans too.

~~

Dean watched Y/n as she made her way across the floor of the tavern. He had chosen the first open booth and wasn’t completely sure she’d even come. She wasn’t stupid; she didn’t know him and didn’t trust him. That much was easy to uncover but he was a hunter so maybe she was curious. There didn’t seem to be many of them left anymore.

He smiled as she slid into the bench seat across from him. He raised his hand catching the eye of the waitress, “I ordered already. I didn’t think you’d show.”

“Sorry, I needed to change. That damn glitter was driving me nuts.”

The blonde waitress turned that smile on bright as she sauntered over. Oh yeah, she was definitely into him. Too bad he just didn’t have it in him tonight. Her gaze flicked to the newcomer and she kept that smile on without even a crack in it, “what can I get ya?”

She ordered a burger and a whiskey then the waitress swayed those hips away. Y/n shifted in her seat and he glanced around trying not to stare. It was driving him crazy that something felt so damn familiar but the name didn’t ring any bells and they didn’t run in the same circles.

He shook it all off as the situation just being similar to so many other cases, but something had tugged up that old memory when he was seventeen and stumbled upon monsters of a different kind. He couldn’t even remember the name of the town. He should, it was the first time he got arrested and the asshole cops didn’t believe his story. There wasn’t even anything supernatural involved. At least, dad believed him though.

The jail cell wasn’t uncomfortable as much as it pissed him off. He was the hero here and yet they were treating him as the fucking bad guy. The cell finally opened and the uniformed officer waved him forward. “Your father is here.”

“Good. Someone with a brain is finally in the building,” he spat as he moved out. The officer pushed him. “Fucker,” he hissed under his breath covered by a cough as he walked down a hallway toward the next room.

His dad stood next to a desk looking pissed. Damn, he’d have to get the real story out quick.

“Dean.”

“Dad, you know I wouldn’t…”

“This officer said you beat the living hell out of three local boys. Is that true?”

“Yes.”

A flash of shock in his eyes, what did he think happened? Then the tight line in his mouth, the jerk in his jaw muscle. “What in the hell…”

“They were trying to rape a girl! I got them off her and told her to run! Just because these assholes can’t do their damn job they blame everything on me!”

The fat ass sorry excuse of an officer leaned on his desk, “the boys say there was no one else…”

“Of course, they would!” He clenched his fists not caring how much they ached.

Detective Chuckles crossed his arms over his chest. “These boys are known here in town. They’re good kids and no girl has called in or come in about an assault.”

Dean dropped his head and shook it. These assholes were going to pin this whole thing on him because he wasn’t local. Sonsofbitches.

“Yes, I’m sure a terrified girl who just went through the worst experience of her life thought her best option would be to come forward against three of the good ol’ boys in town.”

Dean snapped his head up and stared at the barely concealed rage that rolled off his dad.

“What would you have said to her? That it was her word against the good local boys who all denied it?”

The two officers ruffled and rolled their shoulders. Detective Chuckles responded as he tightened his arms across his chest, “the only evidence we have…”

His dad’s face twisted and he slammed his fist on Detective Fatass’s desk. “Did you even look at the area? Did you even consider my son’s story? What the hell were those boys doing out there, huh? Did you do your job at all or just take the good local boys word for it?”

His dad gave them barely a second before he steamrolled on. “I don’t see anyone else here but my son so I’m pretty damn sure what happened here.” He pulled out his FBI badge and slammed it on the desk. “You let my son go now and we don’t have to go any further but I’m telling you now, I’m watching this station. I’m keeping my eye on this town because if it happened tonight, it could’ve happened before. If they got away with it tonight, they’ll probably do it again. Clean up your town and do your fucking job.” The officers stared at a livid John Winchester and Chuckles even had his jaw hanging like a broken rear bumper. “Get those fucking cuffs off my boy, now.”

Dean walked out of the station completely blown away. His dad was still fuming as they strode to their sides of the car. His dad stopped before opening the driver’s door and looked at Dean over the roof. “What…” He grit his teeth and looked away, “did you stop them?”

Dean dropped his gaze as the memory of earlier that night shot into the foreground, “they didn’t but… I didn’t get there soon enough. Jesus, dad, I hung out with those guys at school. Adam was…” Dean shook his head, his stomach churning at what he found when he made it to the area of the park Jordan had told him to meet. “If you saw what they had done to her… I just lost it. They were ripping her underwear off when I got there and I caught a glimpse of her face. I was running late because I stole a forty to bring… if I had been on time…” His muscles clenched and he had a sudden need to punch something again. “I did beat the shit out of them and I would do it again.”

His dad was quiet and he looked up. His dad was smiling but there was something there in his eyes, haunted. “Good. No man should ever treat a woman like that. And anyone that does deserves whatever you gave him.”

“You still here with me, Dean?”

He shook his head and looked up at the strong, self-possessed woman who killed the siren. He hoped that girl had the chance to become something like her, or just the chance to become whatever the hell she wanted. He cleared his throat, “yeah, sorry. Just… memories sneaking up on me.”

She nodded, looking into her glass. Another haunted look. “Yeah, I know all about that.”

“You don’t have to answer but what was with the siren…  going all shadowman?”

She shrugged and rolled her eyes. “It said I didn’t know what I really desired. Just knew a voice.” She forced a laugh but her back tensed, “there’s no one left I love so… and nothing I’m in desperate need of, you know? When I’m tired, I sleep. When I’m hungry, I eat. When I’m feisty…” she blushed and took another sip from her glass, “you know what I’m saying. The hunter’s lifestyle.” She turned her glass as she stared down at it.

“Yes.” He smirked, “my brother disagrees with what he calls my version of the lifestyle but sometimes you just need a good roll in the hay to clear out the nightmares.” He took a swig from his beer, “he’s also a pain in the ass so…”

She chuckled, “I don’t know. Having a partner sure would make hunting a bit easier but it’s hard to find one that doesn’t screw shit up or make you want to kill them because they think they get a free pass in your pants just because you closed a case.” She glanced at him with a smirk, “but you probably don’t have that problem.”

“Are you kidding? I get that problem all the time. Damn hunters and insane libidos. Thinking they can get in my pants just because they looked my way.”

She stared at him and he thought he read her wrong until she finally let go and laughed. A full out burst of joy. The tight hold she had over her features softened, her eyes brightened and glittered in the soft light above their booth, and her smile was just something else. He loved it. Every damn carefree second of it.

Her laughter calmed and she looked down at her glass, her mouth curled in a grin and her face warm with a glow that made him lean a little closer. She glanced his way before finally gazing into his eyes again, she lost some of that edge from earlier, “I gotta admit, this is nice. I thought you’d push liquor on me and try to talk me into a quickie in the bathroom. You’re a welcome change on this shitty road.”

“Never. The bathroom definitely wouldn’t give me enough time.” He winked, “I’m just surprised we’ve never bumped into each other before. There’s not many of us left.”

“And I thought the Winchesters were a damn myth.”

He grinned, “is that right?”

“I mean come on, do you know half the things they say about you? That you’ve got an angel for a best friend, that God himself brought you back from the dead, multiple times mind you, and you shacked up with a vampire in purgatory.” She cackled, “I mean seriously…” her sparkling eyes met his and her smile faltered. “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

“Okay, the vampire shacking up thing is completely misconstrued…”

“Fuck you.”

He pulled back, studying her assessing gaze, “ahh…”

The waitress set down their plates and glanced between the two of them, “need anything else?”

She narrowed her eyes then turned to the waitress, “we need more whiskey, thanks.”

The waitress looked at him and he nodded. She headed back to the bar as y/n leaned forward, “I can tell if you’re lying. I was trained by the best.”

“Would you like to talk to that angel?” He pulled out his cell phone.

She quirked a brow, “you’re going to call him. You’re telling me your angel has a cell phone?”

He nodded, “and a ridiculous voicemail.”

“Bullshit.”

“You wanna put some money down on that?”

She leaned back and eyed him. He swiped the phone open, tapped the right icon, then held his finger over Cas’s contact.

“If you can prove some of the wildest theories,” she grinned, “I’ll give you fifty bucks and for each one you can’t, you owe me.”

Dean had a feeling she held an ace but he knew some of the stories and most were true. She lifted her burger as if she was no longer concerned but she smiled before taking a bite with a look in her eye he knew well.

This night was just about to get awesome. Thank you, Destiny. Nah, fuck her. He still had it. Some things just never change.

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