Things ive learned about deputy beagle since i started writing him for “The Brainless Ones” (aka beagle headcanons):
His hands shake whenever hes nervous or stressed (which is why he tends to take voice notes in tense situations)
Hes a hopeless romantic and unironically consumes and enjoys romance media (could probably quote roman holiday line by line and cries at the end of casa blanca every time he watches it on holotape)
Chivalrous to a T (notably he’ll stop whatever hes doing to help cool sir down if she says shes overheating)
Is a champ at hiding his depression if you ignore the empty bottles and overflowing ashtrays (or if you have biometric scanners in your eyes and can clock organ damage)
Started hiding his depression because he was the deputy and had appearances to keep (he did genuinely love the city of primm at one point), and continued to because staying alive while being held hostage took precedent. By then there was no one that cared enough about him to notice if he was doing well or not (especially after getting demoted from deputy)
Very aware of how low his intelligence is and actively compensates for it
Uses a gun because a deputy should use a gun, but see the hand shaking bullet point for why that doesnt go well
Genuinely wants to help people, but also wants the recognition of helping people. Thought that begging to be primm’s deputy would be the best way to achieve both, but thats mostly because there aren’t many of options in primm
Eventually wants to return to and help primm after traveling with Sir, but wants to improve various skills relative to deputy duties first
3 notes
·
View notes
In which Danny wakes up in a weird place.... again.
The thing about Danny, is that he often wakes up in really, really weird situations. Like way more than you'd think, way more than he'd even like, really. He doesn't get that much sleep, being y'know, half ghost, and with school work and having to fight "The Forces of Evil" half the time it gets kind of... tedious, balancing things like sleep and eating and even getting water in him.
It's not really a good thing, but he started carrying around a water bottle he can clip to his bag. It reminds him to at least drink something, when he doesn't have time to grab anything to eat.
But because of all that fun stuff, the not sleeping and not eating and things, he often finds himself taking... unplanned naps. Waking up on the floor, his bed, his desk, one time even in his locker, but that was before his growth spurt. He's a little too big for that now.
Of course, this might take the cake, in terms of weird places he's woken up. He's never been to Gotham, that he remembers, and he certainly has never been to the Wayne Manor. He'd remember that, he thinks, what with the grand architecture, the giant paintings of random people with pearl necklaces and suits... yeah he'd know if he'd been here before.
"Ah, you are awake."
He tries really, really hard not to react to the sudden, aged voice next to him. It sounds like a nice guy, mature and soft like a wool blanket. But he has no idea where he is, when it is, anything, so in one second he's still on the big bed (which it is a BIG bed) and the next he's... well.
Floating ten feet in the air with his fist raised.
To his credit, the older gentleman staring up at him merely blinks, then sighs. "Another enhanced fellow, I suppose. Of course you are."
It's enough to lower Danny's hackles, his confusion growing the amount of time it takes to slowly float back to the floor.
"Can I uh... Can I ask where I am?"
The older man gives him a look. "You, young man, are in the Wayne family home. I'll ask you not to touch anything until the young Master gets back."
That... didn't really clear anything up, if Danny was being real. So he tried again. "Can I ask, uh. Why I'm here, sir?"
Mama didn't raise a ruffian with no manners.
Another sigh, the older man looking like he wanted to go take a nap himself. "I am not fully sure, myself. Young Master Damian found you, I suppose, and brought you here. You have been unconscious for a day or so."
Well. That was concerning all on it's own. Who was Damian? Was he a Wayne? Why was Danny in Gotham at all, he didn't remember a field trip or anything involving Vlad.
He might have started panicking if there wasn't the sudden, entirely too enticing smell of pancakes suddenly under his nose.
"You're entirely too skinny, young man. It's breakfast time." The older gentleman said, holding a tray of wayyy too much food for one person in front of Danny, and really...
What was he gonna do? Deny the man?
He would have to figure out what the hell was going on, later. Right now he had a date with the nicest looking spread he'd ever seen.
"And young man, you may call me Alfred."
Danny grinned, gently taking the tray from him and setting it on a nearby table. "Danny. It's good to meet you."
"Hmm." Alfred mumbled. "I certainly hope so, Master Danny. I certainly hope so."
(pt 2 here)
1K notes
·
View notes