DP x DC snippet: "To Whom Do Gods Pray?"
Danny never wanted this.
Right now, he couldn't even tell anyone what he did want. Happiness, probably, whatever that entailed. Snuggle up with Jason in one of those giant armchairs that were scattered around his keep and listen to his love read to him in a soft voice, letting the cadence of his voice lull him to sleep. Fly with him through the Infinite Realms, to the edges where the vast green expanse gave way to countless unexplored galaxies so they could stargaze together. Jump through portals together and explore new dimensions to find the ones that have the best versions of all their favourite foods.
Not sitting at the bedside of his love as Jason teetered on the edge of life and death, balancing on a knife's edge. The heart monitor beeped loudly, too loud, too fast, and Danny didn't think he could ever hear anything else than the sound of Jason's heartbeat as it tried to jump out of his chest.
"Great One," Frostbite said gently. "Your consort is strong, as he has proven time and time again."
Danny wanted to scream. Jason never should have been forced to prove how strong he was. He couldn't help but think of all the times he had been here, sitting at Jason's bedside, as Jason recovered from wounds that had him teetering on the edge, that had almost killed him.
Danny was the Ghost King, the Ruling Monarch of the Infinite Realms. He ruled the dead of any and all dimensions. He had gods kneel in front of his throne, promising their allegiance. And now he was once again powerless, nothing more than someone who prayed their lover would not die.
To whom do gods pray? Who could he ask for guidance when he could bend the fabric of the universe to his will?
"He has a good chance to pull through, Great One," Frostbite said, and Danny swallowed bile.
"When will he wake up?" he asked hoarsely, holding Jason's hand between his own.
"We are working on an antidote for the serum he has been injected with," Frostbite. "Right now, his heart rate will remain stable enough as long as he remains unconscious, but if we wake him, external stimuli will cause the serum's adrenaline response to kick in. We would not be able to guarantee his survival should that happen."
Danny's core thrummed in his chest, feeling like it was about to burst. "How long?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"A few more days, Great One. Batman used a unique serum. But we will succeed."
Frostbite laid a clawed hand on Danny's shoulder and it felt like it burned him. Danny felt like he was drowning. He wanted to scream, to cry, to hit something, anything. He wanted to hurt the man who hurt his love so much he had put him in this bed more than once before.
Batman.
Fury bubbled up Danny's throat and he almost choked on it. Batman had hurt his love time and time again and Jason had pleaded with Danny every time to let it go. Batman had slit Jason's throat in favour of the mass-murderer that had killed so many, that had so many of Danny's subjects crying out for justice. He had beaten Jason half to death on a rooftop after he had lost his friends, had kept beating him long after Jason stopped fighting back, long after he had lost consciousness. He had brought Jason back to the scene of his murder under false pretences (and Danny would never forgive Batman for all the nights he had to hold Jason through nightmares of his father beating him with a crowbar after that).
And here they were again, with Jason close to death, close to becoming a permanent part of Danny's domain, almost murdered again by the man who he still saw as his father, even after everything, and Danny was drowning in despair.
He needed Jason to wake up.
He needed him.
All Danny could do was hold his hand and pray.
To whom do gods pray when everything else has failed?
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Juni Ba’s The Boy Wonder has to be one of my favourite books at the moment. The way the narrative has been structured and executed is really appealing - it’s a real breath of fresh air from the editorial fiddling and mega event mandates that seem to mess with even the most capable writers’ ability to tell a story (and absolutely kneecaps writers who struggle with pacing generally - cf the current Green Arrow run). But I’m especially in love with the art, which is so dynamic and engaging, for all that it’s deceptively simple. I especially love how he uses splash pages to reinforce quiet emotional beats over and above dramatic fight scenes.
BRB, going to hunt down more of Juni Ba’s work.
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For Day Three of Snake Boi Callum Week: Magic / Mirrors
Summary: Callum and Kpp'Ar have a conversation after he's released from the coin.
Word Count: 2k
ORPHEUS:
How will you remember?
EURYDICE:
That I love you?
ORPHEUS:
Yes.
EURYDICE:
That’s easy. I can’t help it.
—Eurydice, Sarah Ruhl
The initial confusion—the hazy gold imprisonment and bone-deep ache that had been equally familiar in death as it had been in life, the harrowing first few coughs as his lungs learned to work again, hand grasping for a cane that wasn’t there—had faded overall quickly, mostly because too much of his circumstances didn’t make sense.
The walls around him had been a shimmering white and purple, unlike anything he’d ever read of in the Pentarchy, loud elven voices echoing off of walls that didn’t seem to be able to make an echo arguing over something that didn’t make any sense.
Only one thing truly stuck, in the aftermath: a young man looking over him with a shadowed face, swoopy hair, trimmings of a High Mage tunic fluttering round his knees, and the burst of emotion brought forth at the reality that Viren was here, that Viren had both trapped and freed him, and that Kpp’Ar still—
Throat hoarse, and lips cracking from disuse, parted to form his name. “Viren?”
But the mage reared back in disgust (still not unlike his protegé), throwing a younger, tanner face into the light, a fresh white lock of hair falling over glinting green—not gray—eyes.
“I am not Viren,” he said tersely, looking vaguely familiar for a different reason, hands shaky as he bent down to help Kpp’Ar up into a sitting position. He handed him a crystalline cup of water and then rose unsteadily to his feet.
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Underrated DHMIS lines:
“Now, when you stare at the clouds in the sky, don't you find it exciting?”
“NO.”
“The past is far behind us, the future doesn’t exist.”
“Oh.”
“Do you ever feel like life’s unfair? ‘Cause everybody hates you and no one cares!”
“So it’s easy to be! A clever smart boy like me!”
“What’s that? A tasty snack! You don’t wanna go and eat a snack like that!”
“That doesn’t make sense-”
“DOO DOO, DOO DOO DOO.”
“You can have a dream about eating a drink!”
“What’s it all about to have no idea, and everywhere you look, all you see is hatred, and darkness, death, and-”
“-ICE CREAM BEEF!”
“Green is for go, but red is for not go! You can get crushed by a bus!”
“You can be the one who flies real high to a space-moon!”
“Hey! My thing that I did!”
“I like my child! But not as much as I like…LASAGNA!”
“What have they done to you?”
“I don’t know these emotions…”
“This does make me appreciate NOT being in an accident! I feel so alive!”
“Do something!”
“You’re fired!”
“Not that!”
“My hand! My child…”
“Oh, my lanyard…and my weight gain…”
“No, I was more hoping that I was dead.”
“You laid an egg! Quick; make a wish!”
“I’m getting my core values! Honesty! The spirit of adventure! Finance!”
“I love my family, and they like me!”
“‘FATHER’? That one’s the dad!?”
“Let’s do gambling!”
“And do you know why it doesn't bother me? Because I have something called-”
“RAT EYEEEEES!”
“And the worm in my brain makes me think that the documents I've been forging have led to many deaths. But I know that's just silly!”
“Where are they going?”
“That’s right!”
“Why is it so hard to look at? Stop it! Be still!”
“Are you just putting our plates in the bin?”
“No…yeah.”
“Go on! Try it! Try it! Try it!”
“You’re not to touch me.”
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