#how promptous

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@cannedinternets @darkstarsapocalypse @idontcaboose Phantom + Young Justice, Heads, Blue cw for Miss Martian's mental manipulation

The hatch slammed behind Conner as he stormed out onto the roof.

She was—

She was going to—

He was so stupid! He really had though that love could be enough! Like life was some sort of fucking fairytale. Like life worked out like that. But that’s what Megan had sold him, wasn’t it?

Him and her, perfect together.

A teen romance like the movies.

Meant to be.

Conner clapped his hands over his mouth to cover the ugly laugh that bubbled free without his permission.

Meant to be as long as she could make him into what she wanted. As long as he didn’t disagree. As long as she didn’t have to be wrong.

He wasn’t, he couldn’t—is this what it was like to be out of breath?

He really didn’t like the feeling if it was.

His whole body felt weak. Black was creeping into the edges of his vision. His knees buckled under him.

But he didn’t hit the roof hard. He was lowered down gently. Someone was speaking to him.

“Con, hey man, breathe for me, okay?”

Gentle but almost impossibly firm hands actually managed to pry Conner’s hands away from his mouth. That narrowed the pool of who it could be down a lot, but Conner just couldn’t get his mind to work.

“Come on, like me.” His hands were pressed against a slight chest that took an exaggerate breath.

Conner did his best to follow along.

It still took what felt like ages for the black to recede.

“Sorry… I don’t know what…”

“Panic attack,” Phantom said. He was sitting (or floating) cross legged across from Conner. He still had his hands cradled gently. “Or that would be my guess. I think you had a panic attack.”

“Oh.”

Conner didn’t how to take that. He didn’t… he was Superboy. He wasn’t supposed to panic.

“Conner… you, um, you were talking while you paced. What did you…” Phantom closed his eyes and took a breath he didn’t need. His eyes were bright when he opened them. “What did you mean about Megan making you into what she wanted? Like, was she trying to tell you what to do or—”

“She tried to wipe my memory.” The words were out before Conner could take them back. But he… he didn’t want to keep them inside him like rot. “She was going to use her powers to wipe my memory about… something.”

The temperature on the roof drops so quickly that Conner felt it. Phantom’s power crackled through it like the coming storm.

Like reckoning.

“She did what?”

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Danny adopts his dog the same week that Jason Todd-Wayne legally and officially comes back from the dead. Because of the dogs coloring, he names him Jason.

This becomes a problem when he meets the actual Jason in a park one day when the man runs over, concerned, when Danny is shouting 'Jason' to try and find his lost dog.

Danny solves the issue by calling him 'Human Jason'.

Human Jason is less than amused.

(inspired by this image https://www.tumblr.com/themancorialist/713169401675923456/hood-street-manchester)

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a kiss [Zeldon]

''How is it?''

Zelda looked up at Sidon at the sound of his voice.

The fire in the campfire burned strong enough to warm her through her night in the wild; if it weren’t for the promptous visit from the Zora prince. The casting shadow gave her enough to see Sidon's handsome face, whose attention went to his restless hands on his lap instead of her, and the slight blush on his cheeks.

'' The what?'' She asked curiously. The zora's eyes strayed and met hers for a brief moment before settling back on his lap.

" A kiss." He whispered.

At the answer, her heart leapted in her chest, feeling an indescribable heat slowly consume her until she felt it on her face. Claering her throat at the discomfort of her response, she answered vaguely.

'' Well ... it depends.''

''How so?''

Zelda bit her lip and sighed.

‘‘It depends on who you share the kiss with.’‘ She made a gesture with her hands, as if trying to generalize. ‘‘There are kisses that some people use as greetings, a kiss on the cheek. There are kisses of parents towards their children; and vice versa. T-there are kisses with your partner, which are usually on the lips, when you want to show physical affection.’‘

When she looked up, this time Sidon was looking at her. The blush on her cheek only intensified when their gazes met.

"O-Oh, sure, it makes sense." He replied pathetically. After a couple of seconds, he blurted out, "I've never had one of those, you know?"

She knew what he meant by that, but just the same she asked nervously: "A kiss on the cheek?"

''On the lips.’'

‘‘Ah.’‘

The fire wavered, making small sounds, while the flames danced to the beat of the wind. Zelda took one of the loose branches to accommodate the firewood in her silence.

‘‘I would like to kiss you, Zelda.’‘

She dropped the branch in surprise, tossing it along with the remaining firewood and burning it in the process. She turned her head so fast that she was dizzy for a few seconds as her face burned with shame.

''Excuse me?''

"I want to kiss you, if you would allow me the pleasure." Sidon repeated.

A few seconds passed where Zelda was left speechless, looking into his amber eyes that only flowed with affection and shyness. Her heart was beating so hard and so fast she was afraid Sidon could hear it from the silent space where they were.

She nodded, then, not sure she could give an answer out loud.

The first thing she felt was Sidon's large palm on the side of her neck, gently stroking her scalp, and mindful of his sharp nails; slowly rising to rest it on her hot cheek.

It was a little funny, she thought, seeing Sidon bend in almost two to reach her height; but whatever comment she was going to make died on the tip of her tongue as his cold lips rested on hers, making her shiver.

Zelda closed her eyes, pressing a little to deepen the sweet touch. She felt her stomach with swarm with butterflies and her chest set on fire; she felt that at any moment she would explode as she took the Zora's face between her hands, sighing in pleasure. She listened excitedly to the growl Sidon let out when she began to move her lips slowly, their tongues intertwining and becoming more bold to their needs. She wanted to be selfish, to steal the last of his breath in their kiss. 

She moaned with enthusiasm as Sidon's arm went around her waist to pull her across his lap, not breaking the contact of their sealing lips. They held each other with want, with need.

Sidon’s hands cradling her face and pulling at her hair to angle their faces. Zelda, with her arms around his neck, pulling in, deeping it, moaning into his mouth, his sharp teeth nipping dangerously her tongue but not giving a care in the world because it was him.

Zelda bit her lower lip before recluntantly pulling away from him, not before hearing a growl from him. She hid her face against his chest, breathing hard to catch her breath and feeling her insides burn pleasently.

"That was...exciting, yes?" He commented, stroking her neck.

‘‘Yes, it was.’‘

‘‘Would you mind if I could taste a little more of that kiss?’‘

Zelda breathed a laugh, her heart pounding her chest in embarrassment.

‘‘You have no shame.’‘

‘‘Not with you by my side.’‘

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@roanawayspoons

Phantom + Justice League, tails, cyan

“Phantom,” Batman called.

It took a moment, longer than it should, for Phantom to lift his head from his knees and look from the view window to Batman. Bruce couldn’t help but wonder if it ever bothered Phantom that the world he watched was just a very good live video.

“Flash had an emergency in Central City, are you able to cover his monitor duty?”

“Oh.” Phantom blinked, slowly. The luminescent green always glowed up in space. He let his legs drop so that he ‘stood’ on the floor. “Yes, of course. Always.”

“Good. I have a snack for you, as a thank you,” Bruce said. He stepped back, but waited by the door for Phantom to fall in at his side. It had been unnerving at first how the young man made no noise, but he had gotten used to it now.

Phantom smiled, just a little, and some of the listlessness that had hung over him for the last few days lifted. “You know I don’t need to eat.”

“And I know you can still enjoy eating.”

“…yeah. Thank you, B.”

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@growing-yet-into-being

Phantom + Teen Titans, Tails, Magenta

The screech of an alarm made Danny jolt upright, only to roll over onto his side with a soft groan.

Yep. Bad idea. No moving.

But the alarm…

“Not a mission alert!” Dick’s voice called out over the alarm. “Just the smoke alarm! Nothing to worry about!”

“Fire? Where’s the fire?” Wally shouted.

There was the clear sound of dog claws on concrete so Danny figured that Gar must be there too. Danny didn’t open his eyes to look. He was still trying to ride through the wave of pain that moving had caused.

The alarm didn’t help at all.

“There’s no fire!” Dick shouted back. “Gar, fly up and turn off the fire alarm, please? Wally, just, I don’t know, run around and spread out the smoke some.”

The noise finally stopped. Danny breathed in slowly through his noise and out again.

“I’m out of here before the girls show up and see this!” Gar said.

A moment later, Wally asked, “He doesn’t know that Star dragged Raven out shopping, does he?”

“Nope,” Dick said. “Now please find your phone and set a timer so that I don’t burn the next batch of cookies.”

“Cookies?”

“Snicker doodle.”

Those were Danny’s favorite.

“For Danny,” Dick continued, “since he’s having such a hard day after overusing his powers yesterday.”

Okay, maybe Danny could forgive the alarm.

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painting bruises?? 👀👀👀

Ah >_>.... well...

As a stress relief, Dick has a BSDM club that he visits. He's found that for him, it really helps his stress to have a healthy outlet for his anger need to hurt by being a dom and having a sub that wants to be hurt. Danny is a new sub at the club who enjoys choosing to be hurt verses the way it's forced on him in the rest of his life. Slowly they become closer and in doing so, reveal more of who they are to each other.

I don't know if I have the skills to write it, mind! But Dick dom lives rent free in my head.

...also would be happy to read this...

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Orange, City Pigeon, Danny & Batfam @roanawayspoons WC: 864 CW: Blood, injury

“I’m just saying, you shouldn’t get to be Red by default.”

“Well I can’t be Robin and Hood is a unique identifier.”

“No, nope, just because you weren’t creative enough to come up with something other than Red Robin you shouldn’t get to just claim Red.”

“Creative enough? Oh that’s rich from the man who ripped off the Joker.”

“It was poetic!”

“It was lazy.”

“Look here, bird bones—” …and Tim was gone, Jason thought with a sigh. He turned back to see Tim still before the last jump, staring down into the alleyway with a tilted head. Jason’s hand went to one of his guns. “Red?”

“Blood.”

“And? It’s Gotham. I think the city is held together by blood at this point.”

“Green blood, Hood.”

“How do you know it’s blood then?” Jason asked, but stalked forward to look. Alright, maybe the splatter was pretty distinctive.

That particular shade of green was also concernedly distinctive.

“Well, fuck.”

“Yep.”

“Who bleeds Lazarus water?”

“No clue,” Tim said unhelpfully. “Guess we better find out.”

They dropped silently down into the alley, one after another, and followed the trail of toxic green blood. The trail went cold a few times, whoever was bleeding was clearly trying to hide, but they were inexperienced at it and the Bats had spent enough time stalking through the streets of this city that the cement and stone basically spoke to them. The trail couldn’t hide from them.

Without warning, Jason shot his arm out to stop Tim. He tapped the side of his helmet silently; he heard something. Tim nodded and they fanned out to search. A door in this latest alley they were in was cracked open, like someone had tried to close it and it had bounced back off the latch.

A green hand print was smeared down it.

Jason pulled a gun from his holster, but let Tim go through first. While Jason was far lighter on his feet than someone his size should be, there was no denying that Tim was stealthier. Jason would be just a few steps behind ready to provide the muscles and firepower.

It was odd, then, when Tim purposefully let his foot scrape against the ground as he rounded the corner. Jason just cursed silently as the idiot continued forward, cutting himself off from Jason’s line of sight. “Hey, looks like you could use some help with that wound before you bleed out.”

Jason couldn’t hear what was said back; he edged closer.

“You must not be from Gotham. I’m Red Robin, one of the heroes here.”

The person snorted. “Just… over… then?”

Tim laughed. It was one of his many fake laughs, but the one meant to soothe people in trouble. “Why would I do that? I’m a vigilante. Do you know how illegal what I do is? I just don’t want to see you bleed out. Maybe I can even take you to a safe house where you can rest.

“So… interrogate me?”

“I mean, I’d like to know who tried to kill a kid, but that’s to make them pay, not you.”

Jason’s hand gripped his gun so tightly it hurt.

The person… the kid laughed. It was a broken sound that no kid should have to make.

Jason had heard it a lot on the streets.

“Maybe I deserve it.” Their voice was raspy, like every word caught in their throat.

Jason came around the corner. The kid went rigid, which was the last thing they needed with how blood seeped from their fingers where their pale hand was clutched against a too big hoodie.

Tim leaned casually into Jason's space in a way he wouldn’t normally, putting on a show for the kid that Red Hood was safe. It was at least true for the kid. Jason leaned back, mostly for the comfort of having his brother close in the face of the sight. Seeing bloody kids never got easier.

“You’re what, sixteen?” Jason asked.

“…fifteen?”

“Yeah, no fifteen year old deserves to bleed out. You know who I am?”

They shook their head. It dislodged the hood a little. The tangled, chin length hair was startling white and splattered with dried green blood. Jason forced himself to take a breath.

“I’m Red Hood. I protect part of this city called Crime Alley. I’m not afraid to kill a shithead, especially ones that hurt kids, but I never harm a kid. I’ve got places to put you if you need somewhere safe; places not in the system. Or get you somewhere. Do you have a place to go to?”

The kid laughed again. Somehow it sounded worse this time. “That’s the thing. I do. I might, I guess. Just no one is going to believe me.”

“Why won’t they believe you? Where do you need to get?” Tim asked.

The kid looked up. Jason felt Tim tense against him. Hell, Jason tensed. They were the wrong color, but Jason knew those eyes, those brows, that slope of the nose. Everything was just a little sideways, but Jason knew that face. He knew what the kid was going to say.

“I need to get to Bruce Wayne.”

--- AN: Happy Trauma Tuesday~

Feel free to continue this, use it as a prompt if you'd like!

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Danny/Dick, Violet, Rocky Road

@dat1angel Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want! CW: Allusions to smut

Danny could feel the vibration of Dick’s watch through their clasped hands. He pretended not to, of course. Dick and him still hadn’t had that talk. There had been many talks: favorite food, siblings, what genre of movie was best, even kinks— which had been both embarrassing, enlightening, and very enjoyable— but they hadn’t had the whole vigilante talk.

Leading into ‘hey so I’m sorta dead and used to be a vigilante and totally know you’re Nightwing because your whole family reeks of death and darkness’ talk was harder than one might think.

Or maybe exactly as hard as one might think.

Danny just… he just had expected to find an opening by now to bring it up. Mostly Danny wanted to bring it up so that Dick and his family stopped having work so hard to hide everything from him. Right now there might be someone in trouble that Dick could be helping— or needed to be helping— and Danny hated to be the thing preventing that. It rankled at his core.

Dick made an apology as his phone beeped with a text next and pulled it out. Danny could see the emotions pass over his boyfriend’s face: worry, anger, disappointment… guilt. Danny hated the guilt worst. Sure it was their date night. Dick was so good about making room for it, for Danny, every Friday. And they really hadn’t gotten to the date yet. They were still walking to the movie theater, but it wasn’t as if Danny hadn’t gotten see Dick this week. Danny could see Dick struggling to find an excuse and he hated that.

“It’s okay.”

Dick’s head jerked up from his phone. “What?”

“It’s okay. It’s got to be something big, right? I mean, they’re calling you in on a Friday.”

“I don’t—”

“Dick,” Danny stopped him. He raised their clasped hands and kissed Dick’s knuckles and pressed a button on the watch before Dick could stop him. “He’ll be on his way. Just know I expect him back in one piece later tonight. I’m not going have no fun this Friday.”

Dick just gaped at him, mouth opening and closing. Silence rang heavy on the comm line.

Then, “TMI, dude.”

“Shouldn’t have interrupted date night baby bird,” Danny said with a laugh and pressed the button again.

“Danny,” Dick started.

Danny shook his head. “You’ve got good to do, hero. We can talk after. Like I said, I expect you back tonight even if you have to come in through the window.”

“Right,” Dick said. He looked completely flabbergasted by it all.

Danny laughed, gave Dick another kiss to his fingers, and then pulled away. “Go on now, shoo.”

Dick gave a shake, clearly in effort to knock himself out of his shock. “Right, okay, later.”

Dick leaned in to steal a kiss before he turned and ran off into the night.

That was one way to start the talk, Danny supposed.

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Danny/Tim , Cyan, The whir of a computer fan @hobiisthesunfiteme

Tim took another large sip of his coffee as he watched the person a few seats over from him pull out his laptop. The same person had been sitting in basically the same seat for the whole class, as had Tim. This wouldn’t mater much, except for the fact that Tim still couldn’t figure out what was going on with the guy’s computer.

The thing was a monstrosity and obviously about five home brews on top of each other. The case was chunky and dated, to the point that Tim was sure the screen had to have been replaced at least once to even be functioning. The keys were mechanical— a rare thing to find on the keyboards of modern, sleek laptop. And the fan in that thing sounded like a distant jet trying to take off.

Tim really wouldn’t be surprised if that thing burst into fire one lecture or exploded.

Maybe he should be more concerned by that than he was, but this was a nine o’clock class and Tim couldn’t work up the worry to care about mortal perils before 10 at the earliest and at least three coffees.

That left Tim mostly curious and a little amused.

“Come on baby, please wake up,” the guy crooned to the laptop, stroking the casing gently.

Tim couldn’t help but snort at that.

The guy’s head whipped around to Tim and he blinked, wide eyed, as his face slowly colored. “I, um, the old girl is just temperamental. She needs encouragement sometimes. Wow I sound really weird right now, I’m sorry?”

“Yeah, but I get it. I work with technology a lot too. Sometimes you just need to talk sweet to them.”

“Exactly!”

“But I have to ask, what even is she?” Tim asked, motioning with his coffee.

“You can’t just ask a lady that,” the guy said with an over dramatic gasp.

Tim rolled his eyes, but a smile was tugging at his lips. “I do not believe that she was made with a microphone.”

“Okay, you’re right but you don’t have to say it. She’s sensitive.”

“All of her or just parts?”

That got a laugh out of the guy. “Okay, okay, so maybe she’s more of a Frankenstein these days, but I need her to last. I don’t have the money for anything new.”

“Wayne Foundation,” Tim replied automatically.

The guy’s brows scrunched together. “What? I mean, I know Wayne, but what?”

“Yeah, I didn’t think you were a native. The Wayne Foundation has a fund for students going to college, it helps cover supplies like books and, these days, laptops or tablets. You should apply for it and see if it can help. It’s worth a shot at least.”

“Oh, thanks. I sorta though that stuff was mostly for… like families and things,” he explained. “I’ll give it a look and see what information they need.”

“Might as well, right?” Tim said.

“Right. Oh, I’m Danny, by the by.”

“Tim.”

The guy— Danny, smiled. For some reason it felt almost blinding. “Tim. Nice to meet you, Tim.”

(Feel free to continue if you want~)

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Halfas are, logistically, impossible. Nothing can be both half dead and half alive. However, something can die in part. Something can wither and fade and leave a void. There can be an absence.

And something else can move into that void.

For Vlad, in his slow, rotting death, the re-occupation is subtle. The void is filled in by bits and parts and blobs of ectoplasm to make up for the life that he is losing. It's piecemeal and scattered and disparate. It leaves Vlad emotional, irrational, and obsessive.

For Danny--Danny who didn't want to die. Who as he was torn apart begged the universe to survive... well, something answered. Something ancient and long though faded listened and heard and came. Something powerful enough to bring what was left of Danny back.

But as Danny dies and dies and dies again, as Danny fights and wins, as 'Danny's' powers grow, so does this phantom presence. As Danny fades, Phantom forms ever more.

And the question becomes, can Danny keep whats left of him alive?

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@hell2theyeah

Phantom + Teen Titans - Tails - Yellow

“Rob.”

“Rob. Robby. Robert.

“Bobertson.”

“Bob. Bobby. Bobble.”

“Bobtail.”

“Kitty cat.”

“Cute little kitty cat, precious kitty goes meow—”

“Oh my god, shut up you two!” Dick hid his face deeper into his pillow to try and hide his smile at his friend’s antics.

“Nope, not going to. You know Wally can’t—”

“Hey!” Wally said with what was obviously a pout, even without looking.

“—and I’m not going to,” Phantom declared. “Not until you get out of that bed, run through the shower because fuck man, you need one, and get dressed because no one wants to see that—shut your mouth Wally, we don’t want to be arrested for exposure—and come with us to get lunch.

“Tom,” Dick whined.

“Kitten,” Phantom whined back before he let his tone sober. “Seriously, Rob, it’s been too many days. Just come eat lunch with us and get some sunlight and food that doesn’t come out of a box in five fruity flavors.”

Dick tilted his head enough to glare at Phantom. “Don’t dis my cereal, Tom.”

“I love your cereal, but enough is enough, okay?”

“…yeah, okay.”

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@hobiisthesunfiteme @flipwizardstarlight @miniosprey

Phantom + Young Justice, Head, Red cw: blood, canon typical violence

“Blue Beetle?”

“In one piece,” Blue answered as he helped Thirteen up off the ground.

“Same here,” she said once she was on her feet. “Barely.”

“Right.” Robin supported Spoiler a little more firmly. He knew she wouldn’t admit it right then but he’d put his money on broken ribs. “Impulse?”

“Here!” Impulse said, popping up next to the group. He was as bouncy as ever, but his smile looked more forced than not.

Robin made a mental note to check in on his friend later. Impulse didn’t suffer the same physical effects a lot of them did, but that didn’t mean he didn’t suffer in other ways. Robin set the thought aside and continued with the check in. “Phantom?”

Silence.

“Phantom?” Robin resisted the urge to curse. “Impulse—”

“On it,” Impulse said before dashing off.

The whole team had shaken off the aches and dust and looked ready to go again. One of theirs was down. One of theirs who should be as untouched by it all as Impulse.

“Blue, get in contact with the other squad. See if they’re wrapped up and get over here. Thirteen, I know that their weapons were magic adjacent, what are the chances they could have hurt Phantom?”

“You act like I know anything about what Phantom is. You know how tight lipped he is about his powers,” Thirteen snapped, but Robin knew it was because she was worried about their missing teammate. “But I’ll get to looking at one of their guns.”

“Good. I’ll—”

“Rob, Robin!” Impulse popped back up beside them. “It’s, he’s—just this way!”

They were off instantly after the speedster who kept dashing ahead of them and back again to make sure they were following. He also kept pulling out supplies from Robins utility belt. Robin didn’t stop him, of course he didn’t. Whatever Phantom needed.

When they crested the last pile of rubble and finally saw their fallen teammate on the ground in a pool of toxic green that Impulse was trying desperately to stem, Robin didn’t know if what they had was enough.

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We all know the fandom loves a good 'Danny cures Jason of his pit rage' moment. Usually this is a purging of the water and such. But, and hear me out, I feel like ecto entity living in Jason is an untapped way to go. Best part? It can range from dramatic to hilarious.

Dramatic: An ecto-parasite is wrapped around Jason's core. It feeds on his energy and anger and fear. Danny has to basically rip it off Jason's core and it hurts.

Middle Ground: A tiny ectoentity like Skulker is inside Jason, being a malicious af Jiminy Cricket. Author can take this many ways.

Hilarious: There's a Lazarus water catfish living in Jason and Danny's 'bout to go a noodling.

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Danny&Duke, Green, Pistachio Almond

@hilariousseagoat Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want!

“Catch.”

Duke looked up from his textbook, winced at the blinding light that was his roommate, and managed to still, blindly, catch the thing that had been thrown at him.

“Danny, dude, a little warning,” Duke grumbled, blinking to try and clear the spots from his eyes.

“How was I to know that you didn’t hear me come in?”

“I don’t know, maybe because I was clearly studying.”

“You do get weirdly focused about that,” Danny said as he tossed his bulging backpack onto his bed.

Duke snorted. “I think you’re supposed to be focused when studying.”

“Couldn’t be me.”

“Yeah, I’m aware, dude. I’ve seen how you study.”

Danny just shrugged before he motioned at what he had thrown Duke. “Open it already.”

“What is it?” Duke asked as he turned he leather case of some sort over in his hands.

“If you would open it you’d know.”

Duke rolled his eyes, prayed it wasn’t going to explode in confetti or something, and opened the case.

It was… glasses?

Sunglasses?

They were tinted green but didn’t look dark.

“Are you trying to tell me my threads suck?”

“You said it,” Danny cackled, “but put them on already.”

Duke set the case aside before he unfolded the arms of the odd glasses. They were large like aviators, but had a wedge of the same colored glass on the side. He slid them on and jolted so hard they almost flew off again.

Danny… Danny just looked like a normal person. No blinding colors, no triple image, no aura— nothing other worldly. Danny just looked like a normal, tired, college student. Duke tilted the glasses down and then back up again.

“Woah.”

“Right? Happy belated, dude. Sorry it too so long but, you know, yetis are gonna take the time they’re gonna take, you know?”

No, Duke very much did not know. Voice slightly strangled he asked, “Yetis?”

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Danny & Barbara, Cyan, The neighbor's lawnmower at 7 @amcannedinternets

Barbara scanned the computer area, making sure everything was in order. It’s amazing how many times patrons unplugged something on the library computers. Everything seemed normal, down to the usual occupant on the end computer. He was looking through one of the many books in front of him at the moment, but turned to squint at the screen. Frowning he went back to the book before making a note on the battered black and green composition notebook he had.

It wasn’t unusual for the kid. He was in the library almost every day that they were open. Engineering, sciences, politics, spiritual— the kid went through it all. Babs had to figure that he was going through his gen eds in college and maybe home wasn’t the best place to work. Or at least, she hope that was the case because he was on the very young side for college and sometimes didn’t look great. Today bandages almost covered his fingers and the bags under his eyes would make a raccoon jealous.

Babs rolled over, stopping near his desk. “You look like death today, Danny.”

He covered a bark of laughter before coving it up quickly with his hand. “Sorry. Um, inside joke? I’m fine. I’m just… tired.”

Babs raised one perfectly sculpted brow at that (a move she had learned from Alfred).

Danny folded, shoulders sagging. “Maybe just a bad pain day too. It’s… it’s nothing, it’s just my life, you know?”

“I do know,” Babs said gently.

“Yeah, I guessed you might,” Danny said with a melancholy little smile.

“Tell you what,” Babs said. “I’m going to get myself a coffee and I’ll bring you one too. You can’t drink it here, but just join me at the reference desk, okay?”

Danny smile turned a little less sad. “That sounds great, thanks.”

Babs smiled back before she headed off. She couldn’t do anything about Danny’s pain, but she could at least try to make his day a little better.

(Feel free to continue if you want!)

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Danny/Tim, Blue, Tooty Fruity

@ailithnight Prompt fill #4. Feel free to continue this if you want! I was going to add more, but no, not, this is best right here.

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Tim stops on the threshold to his apartment. His fingers tighten on the doorknob. Slowly, he leans back enough on his heels to to glance at the unit number by the door. Alright, yes, right apartment. He glances back into apartment. Back to the unit number.

Still the right number.

Tim is at his apartment, by all accounts. He shouldn’t have this much doubt. It’s just that… well, the apartment looks like a high school theater set for Gilligan island threw up in it. There are broad leaf plants framing the door and effectively hiding the sleek, modern kitchen to the left. Tan, sand colored drop cloths cover the floor along with a scattering of plastic sea shells. A large hammock hangs in the center of the room and there are colorful beanbags to the side. (Tim wasn’t sure where his real furniture was). The back wall is covered by a questionably painted landscape. The focal point is the volcano that leads up to the TV, mounted over the mantel, that’s playing a video of rising smoke over a tropical sunset. There are ocean noises.

He’s pretty sure he sees the edge of a plastic kiddy pool behind a bird of paradise.

His boyfriend appearing from behind the plants in nothing but by very small, very green speedo and a fabric flower lei doesn’t help Tim’s understanding in the least.

Danny’s face lights up with a smile though. “Tim! Aloha! Welcome to your topical vacation!”

What?

“What?”