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MHA Chapter 398 spoilers translations

This week’s initial tentative super rough/literal translations under the cut.

1 弟子にして下さいでしにしてください deshi ni shite kudasai Please make me your disciple.

tagline 1 No.398　八木俊典：ライジングオリジン　　堀越耕平ナンバー398　やぎとしのり：ライジングオリジン　　ほりこしこうへい NANBAA 398 Yagi Toshinori: RAIJINGU ORIJIN Horikoshi Kouhei No. 398 Toshinori Yagi: Rising Origin Kouhei Horikoshi

tagline 2 飛来するのは⁉︎ ひらいするのは⁉︎ hirai suru no wa!? As for the one flying!?

sound effect キュウ KYUU [grip]

1 超酸注入ちょうさんちゅうにゅう chousan chuunyuu Super Acid Injection

2 "ピンキー"‼︎ "PINKII"!! "'Pinky"!!

3 巻き戻ったそばからまきもどったそばから makimodotta soba kara "Right after you rewound"

4 腐食し続けちゃうなあ⁉︎ ふしょくしつづけちゃうなあ⁉︎ fushoku shi tsudzukechau naa!? "you're continuing to corrode, see!?"

5 オオルマイト OORU MAITO "ALL MIGHT" (Note: This line is written with nigori on each kana for extra emphasis.)

6 "生ゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "なまゴミ"じゃなかったっけ!!? "nama GOMI" ja nakatta kke!!? "Didn't you say I was 'Raw Garbage'!!?"

1 手伝わせて下さいてつだわせてください tetudawasete kudasai "Please let me assist you."

2 バカ言え"個性"も無いんだろ？バカいえ"こせい"もないんだろ？ BAKA ie "kosei" mo naindaro? "That's crazy talk, you don't have a quirk, right?"

3 ついてくんな tsuite kunna "Don't follow me."

4 お願いしますおねがいします onegai shimasu "Please [take me on]."

5 棒切れで半径３メートルを守りなぼうきれではんけい３メートルをまもりな boukire de hankei 3 MEETORU wo mamori na "Aren't you protecting a 3-meter radius with a stick?"

6 家族は昔殺されましたかぞくはむかしころされました kazoku wa mukashi korosaremashita "My family was killed long ago."

7 私もだわたしもだ watashi mo da "So was mine."

8 他人の復讐につき合う程暇じゃないたにんのふくしゅうにつきあうほどひまじゃない tanin no fukushuu ni tsukiau hodo hima ja nai "I don't have time to get involved with other people's revenge."

9 …許せないんです …ゆるせないんです ...yurusenaindesu "...I can't stand it."

10 奪った者が得をする世の中が… うばったものがとくをするよのなかが… ubatta mono ga toku wo suru yo no naka ga... "A world where those who steal profit..."

11 奪われた人の悲しみが憎悪に変換される…この螺旋が… うばわれたひとのかなしみがぞうおにへんかんされる…このらせんが… ubawareta hito no kanashimi ga zouo ni henkan sareru...kono rasen ga... "and the sadness of those who are robbed is transformed into hatred...this spiral..."

12 ーーで？それをどうー…… --de? sore wo dou-...... "--So? What will you do about-......"

1 皆が笑って暮らせる世の中にしたいですみんながわらってくらせるよのなかにしたいです minna ga waratte kuraseru yo no naka ni shitai desu "I want to make a world where everyone can smile and get along."

2 その為には象徴が必要ですそのためにはしょうちょうがひつようです sono tame ni wa shouchou ga hitsuyou desu "For that, a symbol is necessary."

3 …何の …なんの ...nan no "...What kind?"

4 平和のへいわの heiwa no "Of peace."

5 どれだけ建物を生やしてどれだけたてものをはやして dore dake tatemono wo hayashite "No matter how many buildings are rebuilt

6 復興したように見えたとしてもふっこうしたようにみえたとしても fukkou shita you ni mieta to shitemo "and things seem to recover,"

7 人は依然怯えて暮らしていますひとはいぜんおびえてくらしています hito wa izen obiete kurashite imasu "people still go on living in fear."

8 心は闇に覆われたままですこころはやみにおおわれたままです kokoro wa yami ni oowareta mama desu "Their hearts remain shrouded in darkness."

1 …力を…ひけらかせと？ …ちからを…ひけらかせと？ ...chikara wo...hikerakase to? "...You're saying you'll put on a display...of power?"

2 皆半径３メートルで手一杯ですみんなはんけい３メートルでていっぱいです minna hankei 3 MEETORU de te ippai desu "Everyone has their hands full with their own 3-meter radius each."

3 だから私がやるんですだからわたしがやるんです dakara watashi ga yarundesu "That's why I will do this."

4 "無個性"には "むこせい"には "mukosei" ni wa "Because the quirkless"

5 役割がないからやくわりがないから yakuwari ga nai kara "have no assignments." (Note: This word "assignment" means also "role, part, duties, etc." Yagi is basically saying that the quirkless have no assigned role in this world, which leaves him free to take on this task.)

sign 田等院駅たとういんえき Tatouin eki Tatooine Station

1 AFO雄英に更に接近‼︎ オール・フォー・ワンゆうえいにさらにせっきん‼︎ OORU FOO WAN yuuei ni sara ni sekkin!! "All For One is getting closer to UA!!"

2 ただ軌道がズレてる‼︎ ただきどうがズレてる‼︎ tada kidou ga ZUREteru!! "It's just that his trajectory is off!!"

3 オールマイトを追ってます‼︎ オールマイトをおってます‼︎ OORU MAITO wo ottemasu!! "He's chasing All Might!!"

1 肋骨骨折ろっこつこっせつ rokkotsu kossetsu "Rib fracture."

2 全身打撲ぜんしんだぼく zenshin daboku "Entire body hit."

3 呼吸器ニ異常アリこきゅうきニいじょうアリ kokyuuki NI ijou ARI "Anomaly in respiration."

4 私もかつて同じ"若さ"を持っていたおまえもかつておなじ"わかさ"をもっていた omae (read as: watashi) mo katsute onaji "wakasa" wo motte ita You (read as: I) once had that same youth. (Note: All Might is saying this to himself, hence he's calling himself "you.")

5 オールマイトという人間がオールマイトというにんげんが OORU MAITO to iu ningen ga The person called All Might

6 そのようにしか生きられぬのだそのようにしかいきられぬのだ sono you ni shika ikirarenu no da could not live [his life] any other way.

1 また少し幼くなったか…？またすこしおさなくなったか…？ mata sukoshi osanaku natta ka...? Did he get a little younger again...?

2 自覚はしているのだろうかじかくはしているのだろうか jikaku wa shite iru no darou ka I wonder, is he aware of that?

3 探りを入れて我に返られるのも嫌だな… さぐりをいれてわれにかえられるのもいやだな… saguri wo irete ware ni kaerareru no mo iya da na... The injecting of the probe and returning it to me sure is unpleasant for him...

4 体内にぶち込まれた"超酸"を体外に出す為自損する程の負荷で"個性"を使った…とするとダメージによって加速度的に巻き戻しが進行する…？たいないにぶちこまれた"ピンキー"をたいがいにだすためじそんするほどのふかで"こせい"をつかった…とするとダメージによってかそくどてきにまきもどしがしんこうする…？ tainai ni buchikomareta "PINKII (read as: chousan)" wo taigai ni dasu tame jison suru hodo no fuka de "kosei" wo tsukatta...to suru to DAMEEJI ni yotte kasokudoteki ni makimodoshi ga shinkou suru...? In order to take out the super acid that was driven inside his body, he used quirks with the burden of self-damage... If he does that, does the rewind progression accelerate due to the damage...?

5 ハハッ HAHA "Haha"

1 "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA"

2 間断なく持って来いエルクレス‼︎ かんだんなくもってこいエルクレス‼︎ kandan naku motte koi ERUKURESU!! "No pausing, bring it here, Hercules!!"

1-2 人の役に立てて嬉しいひとのやくにたててうれしい hito no yaku ni tatete ureshii I am happy to be of help to people.

3 がんばれっ‼︎ ganbare!! Go for it!!

4 がんばろうっ!!! ganbarou!!! Let's do our best!!!

1 なあ⁉︎ naa!? Right!?

2 スラスター"ウラビティ" SURASUTAA "URABITI" "Thruster 'Uravity',"

3 "インゲニウム" "INGENIUMU" "'Ingenium',"

4 出力全開‼︎ しゅつりょくぜんかい‼︎ shutsuryoku zenkai!! "Power output at full throttle!!"

5 勝とうぜ！かとうぜ！ katou ze! Let's win!

6 ーーーーーー… ------...

7 ーー戦ってる…！ーーたたかってる…！ --tatakatteru...! --They're fighting...!

1 オールマイト‼︎ OORU MAITO!! All Might!!

1 緑谷少年‼︎ みどりやしょうねん‼︎ Midoriya-shounen!! Young Midoriya!!

tagline オールマイトの奮戦…デクに届くーー‼︎ オールマイトのふんせん…デクにとどくーー‼︎ OORU MAITO no funsen...DEKU ni todoku--!! All Might's struggle...reaches Deku--!!

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greenglowinspooks · 6 months

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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (Pt. 4)

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Tw: descriptions of body horror, Dr. Crane has PTSD and Does Not Realize, Crane has an actual panic attack and just doesn’t care, the Riddler makes one (1) sex joke about Batman

Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually

(Pt. 1 here) (Prev here) - (Pt. 5 here)

(Masterlist here)

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Dr. Jonathan Crane is in his lab, the acrid scent of chemicals filling the air, and his hands are shaking.

Danny’s health, for the first week that he had him, had been steadily improving at an extremely quick rate. However, his healing had begun to stagnate. Danny said that it was because his body had run out of ectoplasm, and that while there was a lot of ambient ectoplasm in Gotham, he needed a stronger type in order to heal.

And so, that led Dr. Crane here.

He had stolen the research notes from the Penguin years ago regarding his experimentation on him.

(He quite vividly remembers the sound of bone creaking and groaning as it twisted, lengthened. The squelching of shifting tendons and muscles, the strange fabric-like tightening of skin. The feeling of going from man to monster, of losing all claim to his humanity.)

Danny had called him Liminal, part ghost. He had said that he was transformed by, among other things, a kind of synthetic ectoplasm.

Danny needed ectoplasm.

Crane had the research notes. He had every ingredient necessary. And yet, attempt after attempt failed.

The chemical smell burns his nose. His hands tremble.

Dr. Crane is not afraid.

He doesn’t feel fear anymore. He’s tried to, many, many times, but nothing has worked. And yet, his hands are shaking still.

(The horrifying sensation of vertebrae pop-pop-popping along his spine, growing and lengthening. The unbearable itching beneath his skin as toxin glands begin to form. The feeling of his teeth sharpening and elongating, of his skull growing, of his vision changing and brightening. The awful stench of chemicals. The awful stench of ectoplasm.)

Jonathan takes careful note of his shaking hands, his blurring vision, his accelerated heart-rate and shallow breathing.

(Human hands. Human vision. Human heart and lungs and organs.)

He takes note of them, but he does not let that distract him from the task at hand. Danny is not a chemist, but Jonathan is.

The boy knows enough about chemistry in theory, but he won’t go anywhere near Crane’s equipment. He seems to have some sort of intense fear of laboratory settings, probably developed during his stay with the GiW, and Crane is willing to respect that, if only because he cannot afford to lose him.

As such, Crane is the only one qualified to do this. And, unfortunately, if he isn’t successful the boy may very well die.

He heats the chemicals to precisely the right temperatures, adding each one to its correct container.

Dr. Crane thinks of the Scarebeast, that creature born of cruelty and greed and a sense of superiority. That creature which he tries to ignore is a part of him, that can never be removed. A damage which cannot be undone.

He pours the contents of a small beaker into a larger flask, watching the liquids swirl together. The stench in the air is becoming closer and closer to the one burned into his memory.

Crane’s whole body is wracked with unpleasant sensations. It’s truly unfortunate, he thinks, that despite his mind’s lack of fear, his body still reacts so harshly.

Jonathan’s eyes wander, eventually settling on a purple and green card sitting innocently on the corner of the table.

Right.

Even if they wiped out the GiW tomorrow, and even if Danny could survive without ectoplasm, he would still be in danger.

Crane has to get him back to good health. It’s the only way he can be sure that the boy can defend himself properly.

The solution in the flask begins to foam, and Jonathan does not hesitate as he adds the final ingredient. He pours the mixture into a new container, capping it and placing it into a freezer set to -40 degrees.

Hopefully this time he got the timing right.

Jonathan tries to relax, the ventilation in the room slowly but surely clearing the familiar smell from the air.

He thinks of the letter.

Surely, he thinks, that man can come up with some better material for his jokes. Or, at least something new.

Same old threats, same old attempted poisoning.

Aiming his threats at Danny, though, that was new. New and utterly unacceptable.

Scarecrow did what he had to.

He doubted that his solution would last forever, of course, as with that man it never did. As such, he would prepare both himself and Danny for the inevitable moment that his choices came back to bite them.

However, for the moment, they were safe. Danny could rest and recover, and Jonathan could figure out a plan to minimize possible damages.

Jonathan is no longer shaking.

He’s exhausted. This is his fifth attempt today, and each one leaves an unfortunate strain on his mind and body.

With a sigh, he settles himself into his seat at a nearby desk, opening up his computer and logging his most recent attempt. He still has to wait for it to chill to know if it was successful, but he can always update the logs later.

Once he’s done, he stretches, joints popping loudly as he walks to the freezer.

When he sees the results of his tireless work, the ghost of a smile flits across his face.

Success.

Jonathan picks up the jug of ectoplasm and leaves the lab, which is in all actuality the basement of the new apartment that he moved himself and Danny into after receiving the note. The scrappy old woman who was his landlord had told him that as long as he paid her five hundred dollars up front, she would let him set up in the basement without any questions or cop calls.

And so, the most expensive apartment in the Narrows was his.

At least, he thought, the distance between the basement and the apartment was short enough that Danny didn’t have to sit in while he was doing his labwork.

Jonathan knew that he didn’t exactly have a strong grasp on the concept of ‘lab safety,’ proven by his built-up immunity to almost every toxic chemical he’d ever encountered, and he doubted that Danny should be around such an environment.

He was back to the apartment quickly, not bothering to hide the self-satisfied smile on his face. Danny is sitting in his armchair, trying to read one of his books. Danny looks up, ready to greet him, when he sees the jug in his hands and pauses.

“Is that..?”

“Synthetic ectoplasm,” Jonathan says proudly, “I found the Penguin’s research notes and decided to recreate it, since you said that you needed it to heal properly. I’m not sure if it’ll work the same as what you usually have, but I hope it’s helpful all the same.”

Danny is standing, now, and looking at Jonathan with a strange look in his eyes. He looks, Jon thinks, like he’s about to cry.

Then Danny is rushing forward and wrapping his arms around Jonathan, his scrawny form shaking.

Jonathan is, for a moment, horrified. Did he do something wrong somehow? Why is this child, who’s so afraid of touch, hugging him?

And then he hears Danny’s voice, and he knows that it was all worth it.

“Thank you,” he’s mumbling, over and over, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Jonathan says softly, because what else can he say?

The boy cries in his arms for a while, and Jonathan briefly wonders what his life must have been like before, if a person like him can be seen as a comforting figure.

Then, Danny pours himself a small glass of the synthetic ectoplasm, putting the rest into the small fridge which had come with the apartment, and he settles back down, sitting in the armchair once again.

Jonathan sits opposite of him, and they chat with one another as Danny drinks.

Danny talks to him about the stars and tells him about different spaceships, and Jonathan makes sure to pay attention and ask the boy questions.

He doesn’t miss the way that Danny lights up every time he asks him something about his interests. He’s so passionate, so smart, a trait that he seldom sees outside of his fellow rogues, and Jonathan wants to encourage that.

It’s…nice. Peaceful, almost.

And then the front door flies open, because Jonathan isn’t allowed to have nice things.

“Jon,” a familiar voice rings out, “what the hell?!”

Danny is frozen in place, clearly terrified.

Jonathan heaves a sigh, turning to face the nuisance who’s entered his apartment.

“Eddie,” he drawls, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

Edward’s face is red with anger as he invades Jonathan’s apartment.

“Oh, I don’t know! Maybe it’s the fact that you sent a bunch of rogues a cryptic message and then dropped off the face of the earth for two weeks! I was worried, Jon!”

Jonathan hums in acknowledgement.

“I didn’t think it was that cryptic,” he says, picking up a book in order to pointedly ignore the Riddler.

“Oh, of course you didn’t, you straw-stuffed hickory dickory dickhead. I swear, you’re always—” he pauses, finally having noticed Danny sitting opposite of Jonathan, “—who is this?”

“My apprentice,” Jonathan replies, dreading the upcoming headache he was no doubt going to develop from Edward’s company, “he’s helping me hunt down the GiW. His name is Danny.”

Edward gasps dramatically.

“You—an apprentice?! And you’re letting him sit in the old man chair?! You don’t even let me sit in the old man chair,” he wails, draping himself over the headrest of the couch with a flourish, “Jonathan, I thought I knew you!”

“Edward,” Jonathan says, “get out of my apartment.”

“Oh my goodness, this is incredible. You’re becoming the bat!”

“I am not becoming the bat, Eddie, now get out.”

Edward has a shit-eating grin on his face as he waltzes over to Danny. Danny, who seemed terrified when he first appeared, is now looking at him with obvious amusement written all over his face.

“I mean, look at him! The hair, the eyes, the scrappy build. If you put him in one of those traffic light vigilante costumes, he could easily pass as a Robin!”

“I’m not doing this with you today, Eddie.”

“Riddle me this, Jon: I am a treasure hidden inside of a chest. You can break me, or steal me, or give me a rest. I can flutter, or pound, or attack, or drop, but if you don’t have me, you’re certainly fucked. What am I?”

Jonathan pauses for a moment before he groans, dropping his head into his hands.

“Eddie.”

Danny sits still, a confused look on his face as he repeats the riddle silently. Then, his face lights up in delight.

“A heart!”

“Jon, I like this one,” Edward says with a smile, ruffling Danny’s hair, “you are correct! A heart, something that I wasn’t aware that our dear Jonathan had!”

“Eddie, stop.”

“No, no,” Edward says, “I was worried about you, you deserve this. I mean, you even missed girls night! You never miss girls night!”

“Girls night?” Danny asks, absolutely delighted.

“Oh, of course,” Edward says, sprawling over on the couch, dangerously close to just laying in Jonathan’s lap, “we have it once a week. I’m invited because of Selina and Jon’s invited because Harley likes him.”

“And what does girls night entail, exactly?”

“Eddie,” Jonathan groans, “please.”

“Well,” Edward hums, “we usually paint our nails, or watch a movie, or gossip about the other rogues, and occasionally, we tell each other about any ‘encounters’ we have with Batman,” he says, raising his eyebrows up and down.

Danny’s jaw drops.

“Edward, shut up,” Jonathan says, an irritated tone in his voice that wasn’t there before.

“No way,” Danny says, “I thought that Batman, like, hated you guys or something. You mean he actually..?”

“Oh, the Bat is much like a bottle of liquor or a cheap cigarette, in that he was made to be passed around.”

Danny chokes on air.

“Edward Nygma,” Jonathan hisses, getting out of his seat and looming over the man, “get the hell out.”

Edward pales.

“Leaving, leaving!” Edward says, dashing away from Jonathan. He pauses, turning to flash Danny a quick smile.

“Remember Danny, I’m your favorite uncle! Not any of the other rogues, me!”

With that, he leaves, the room falling completely silent.

And, as per usual, that silence does not last.

“You full-named him?” Danny asks gleefully, “and it worked?”

Jonathan just sighs, sitting down on the couch and rubbing at his temples.

“Please, don’t take anything Eddie says seriously. He’s a moron.”

“Dr. Crane, please let me come to girls night with you,” Danny pleads, his eyes sparkling, “I promise I won’t embarrass you.”

Jonathan groans.

“Of course you won’t, Eddie will do it for you.”

“Come on, please?”

“I think we’re a bit busy with the GiW at the moment,” Jonathan snaps. He pauses as he notices the crestfallen expression on Danny’s face.

This boy is going to be the death of him.

“Perhaps, though, when all that is taken care of…”

Danny cheers, grinning wildly, and Jonathan is not at all relieved to see him happy again. Certainly not.

The rest of the day is relatively normal.

Danny works on trying to get information from the GiW database while Crane refines his his fear toxin, both preparing for a raid on the GiW base they located in Gotham.

It was only a temporary base, nothing of note, but there was a chance of discovering more bases through it, and that wasn’t something either of them were willing to give up.

Still, something like this would take time. Rushing would only lead to failure.

…

Late in the night, long after Danny is fast asleep in his room, Jonathan pauses.

The GiW are not the only threat out there. They aren’t the only threat to him or to Danny. Perhaps it could be helpful to reach out to someone with greater resources than himself.

He sends a quick message to Red Hood.

Hopefully, he thinks, everything will go smoothly.

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