Dc x dp idea: cry.
For years, even while in the league, Damian had a guardian angel of sorts. With white hair and Lazarus green eyes, he looked over Damian, telling him when to stop fighting, when his life was at risk. Phantom, it called itself, for years he was with Damian, for years he watched Damian’s every struggle, every battle, every fight with his father to every minor inconvenience; Phantom was there, watching and caring in a way no other could.
It was a large fight, all hands on deck, fate of the universe in his hands as every person with the power to do so fought the very thing that could destroy them all. But Damian was hit, his head slammed across a broken wall, bleeding as he struggled to keep his eyes open.
“You need to rest, Damian,” Phantom’s voice echoed behind him as Damian looked down on the battle below, “the battle will be won, you are far to important to lose, not like the others on this field.”
For once, Phantom was wrong. Those were his friends, his family, everyone who had a mutual understanding of one thing; to protect others. The hundreds on that battle field were so much more than just his mortal body
“Send me back, please…” Damian’s voice came, hollow and determined. Phantom looked on, with a pout and a calm voice;
“Is this truly how you wish to die, Damian?”
Damian could barely answer.
“No,” if Damian was in his physical body at that moment then maybe a tear would run down his cheek, but Damian was numb, “but it’s how I wish to be remembered…”
Phantom said no more and Damian woke up. His head was banging and bleeding, his hands struggled to grip his sword but he knew what he had to do. Damian rushed back to it, swinging his sword rapidly. He got it, other members of the justice league, injured and battered watched on as the beast’s head exploded into a mass of messy guts.
There wasn’t a lot Damian could see, coloured blurs as he finally gave in. Once again an apparition to watch the aftermath of his actions, Phantom stood next to him, waiting for when Damian was ready.
For the first and only time, Damian saw his father weep. With tears in his eyes, Damian took the angel’s hand.
“You did well, kid…”
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Every time Billy drives them home from their dates, Steve gets indigestion. Billy drives too fucking fast. Sure, his boy's a thrillseeker. He likes to live fast, die hard, or whatever the fuck the lyrics were in that song he's blasting.
"Babe. Baby!" Steve shouts, competing with the volume of the music.
Billy turns it down and glances over at Steve. "Yeah, babe?"
"Don't you ever wanna slow down? See the sights?"
Billy snorts. "What sights? In Hawkins? You drive in a circle and you've seen it all, Steve."
"It's just—you...drive so fast, it makes my stomach hurt."
"Aw, your tummy hurts, baby?" Billy teases, reaching over to rub Steve's stomach.
"Quit it." Steve laughs, gently nudging Billy's hand away.
Billy slows down, just a little. A compromise for his baby, because he loves him, and whatever, and compromise makes things work or something.
He doesn't mind. He drives a little slower, turns the music down to a volume where he can hear it and still hear Steve.
"Thank you, Billy." Steve rubs his thigh.
"I better get some dick later."
"For...driving at the speed limit? You want me to reward you?" Steve narrows his eyes.
"No. I'm doing that compromise thing we talked about. So I want what I want."
Steve laughs. Billy still didn't get it. Any time Billy was willing to budge a little on anything, he expected to get fucked for it. Compromise wasn't a reward system, but he treated it like it was.
"Billy, compromise is where we find middle ground so we can both be happy."
"I do something to make you happy, you do something to make me happy. Then we're both happy. What's the problem?"
Steve softly sighs. "Billy. You negotiate everything with sex. Don't you feel any satisfaction from just...compromising with me?"
"No. I feel satisfaction when I win an argument, or I do whatever you wanna do and you fuck me in return. Why's it so bad if we compromise like that?"
"So...do you only do what I ask because you want something?"
"No. I do whatever you ask of me because I'm in love with you. Getting something out of it is nice, though. And if you think about it! You benefit more than I do!"
"What?!"
"How's your tummy, babe?"
"It's better now."
"So you get a smooth ride for your comfort, then you get to take me home and fuck me til your balls are empty. Who's winning here?!"
"Both of us!"
"That's compromise you fucking asshole!" Billy shouts. "Don't treat me like I'm stupid. I was compromising all along!"
There was a moment of silence before they laughed.
"I guess it doesn't matter how we do things, right? As long as we're both happy."
"Exactly, see? So you gonna fuck me good when we turn the corner, right? Because we're almost there."
"Of course I am. Compromise right?"
"Right. Compromise."
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