Streamer Danny AU, but he’s a really minor streamer. Like, he does it mainly just for his own fun and only has a few intermittent viewers.
But somehow Jason finds his channel anyway, and something about his voice is captivating. The pit rage quiets down in his presence. So he starts tuning in to basically every stream, or just putting on the VODs in the background to fall asleep to.
And on the other side, Danny takes note of this new subscriber who’s quite possibly his first truly dedicated viewer. So he starts interacting with him on stream sometimes - greeting him when he shows up in the chat, specifically asking/answering questions, etc
Needless to say, this did not help Jason’s growing semi-parasocial crush in the slightest…
Now I’m definitely imagining Jason tuning into a livestream in the middle of the night (Danny is having a bout of insomnia so he logged on cuz it’s something to do, and Jason just got in from a night of vigilantism) and hearing Danny’s voice is immediately soothing after a night of fighting.
Jason types a quick hello in the chat and Danny responds out loud, asking how his day was. Jason types a couple small-talk things but after a little back and forth he’s so tired and this is so relaxing and his fingers slip before he falls asleep listening to Danny laughing at the autocorrect gibberish and talking about his insomnia and the game-play.
Jason wakes up to see the livestream still going. Danny fell asleep in front of the camera. It’s like just knowing someone else was there made it easier for them both to sleep. He looks so peaceful sleeping. He’s beauti -
Oh.
Oh.
And all day at work I kept imagining their growing friendship. How they would meet.
It would start with making jokes about the games and slowly getting to know each other through this text/voice system. Jason keeps typing sarcastic little comments to hear Danny laugh. The first death joke Jason shares makes Danny laugh so hard he has to restart the level because his character died. The dark humor increases.
Then one night during a fight Jason gets stabbed. He’s losing too much blood. His comms got damaged and he can’t call for help. He pulls out his phone to actually use the family group chat for once but as he goes to tap the icon a notification pops up that Danny is streaming and his finger accidentally hits that instead.
“Aww were you just waiting for me to log on?” that beautiful voice washes over Jason and he doesn’t want anything else.
His vision is getting blurry and his fingers start to buzz like they’re asleep - right, blood loss. He taps the voice to text button.
“No other voice I’d rather hear as I fade away,” he mumbles, and Danny gets this adorable shy smirk as he reads the text when it pops into the chat.
“Simp.”
“Hahaaa, wish I could hear it on the other side.”
Danny gets a confused little crinkle between his eyebrows, but plays along as usual when Jason doesn’t make sense, “Other side of what? The screen? Awfully bold of you to invite yourself over. I know we’ve been talking for a couple months now but I’m an old fashioned boy. Gotta court me the right way.” Danny winks at the camera.
“Thought you’d never ask,” Jason chuckles, but that pulls at his stab wound and the voice to text picks up his swearing. “Fuckfuck ow stop fuck.”
“What’s wrong?” Danny’s face goes from silly to serious in an instant. He reflexively pauses his game and stares at the camera. Not that Jason can appreciate the direct gaze of those ice-blue eyes. His own are squeezed shut in pain.
“Oh, ya know, just dying.”
“Been there done that zero out of ten do not recommend,” Danny says in a flat tone.
“Haha same. Didn’t think it would happen again this soon though. Gonna miss you. Your voice. Your laugh.”
“Ancients. You’re not joking this time.”
“Wish I were.”
“Where are you,” was spoken as a demand not a question and Jason opened his eyes to see a blurry Danny standing from his game chair. Was Danny blurry or was that his eyes losing focus again? Danny’s room behind him looked fine. Why was Danny blurry? And why did his eyes look like they held blue fire?
“Gotham,” Jason said, his voice was fading now and it took three tries to get the text to voice to hear him properly.
“Where exactly.”
And Jason didn’t have to energy to care about giving away his position. Sure, no one else was watching this livestream but it was still the internet and anyone could find him. All the training Batman and the League of Assassins put him through taught to never broadcast your coordinates for safety reasons. But all he wanted was to answer that voice, which was getting more frantic as it called out his name, demanding a precise location.
Breathing was getting difficult. He couldn’t see anymore. His phone had slipped out of his hand because he didn’t have the strength to hold it, but the microphone still worked.
“Gotham. The Narrows. Corner of 112th and Culver. Rooftop.”
Danny said something in a reassuring tone, the ringing in his ears that had slowly been getting louder blocked out the exact words, but he definitely heard the livestream cut out in a burst of static.
Then the inside of his eyelids were washed out with green light. It made him flinch, then fight the weight of heavy lids to blink them open.
A swirling mass of green hung in the sky twenty feet above him. His heart ratcheted into high gear as panic fueled the sudden irrational thought that the Lazarus Pit had somehow come to collect him - he had wasted its gift of life and it demanded his soul’s return to its waters as punishment.
But instead of his body falling upward into it, a different body fell out and slowly descended to kneel beside him.
An angel with a halo of white hair, eyes that matched the glow of the whirlpool above them, and a sad but determined frown.
“You’re not dying today.”
That was Danny voice. There was no mistaking it.
Jason had no clue how his brain had imagined up such a strange passage into the next life, but he wasn’t going to argue with this one. It was so much nicer than his last death.
“Anything you say.”
