I was going through my writings and found the first version of The King's Hood (by me on Ao3), chapter 2. I can no longer use it, so I thought I should post it here for a prompt idea someone else can pick up.
Danny had never felt this weak before, but he didn't feel like he was in as much pain. Had Lady Gotham done something while he was asleep? His core still hurt and cried with every beat of his heart. Yet his body felt numb and achy. He opened his eyes and glanced around the room he was in confused. Where had Lady Gotham brought him? And who was ‘her little Robin’? A groan escaped his lips as he closed his eyes. There was too much going through his mind to figure out what was going on as all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. Hushed talking, however, drew his attention. His eyes snapped open and he tentatively looked around again. This time taking note of what was in the room. Breathing a sigh of relief as his mind registered that the room he was in was not a hospital room despite the medical equipment, he relaxed some. This little Robin was someone who did not follow the norm of taking an injured person to the hospital. That was good for him. But that didn't answer any other questions he had.
Those questions were starting to override the exhaustion as he slowly and carefully placed a hand to his chest. He was prepared to hold his organs inside of him again. Yet he found rather elegant stitches covered by tight bandages covering his torso. Danny could only blink in surprise. Who exactly was this little Robin? He hadn't noticed the talking had grown closer until the door to the room he was in opened. His head quickly snapped over startled from his thoughts, his eyes wide fear flaring through every part of his being.
Danny saw the two men stop at the door, the older one had a neutral yet concerned expression on his face. The younger man; he couldn't make out what the expression was as his eyes were covered by a red mask. But he could faintly feel something akin to shock. He wondered how he could feel shock through his core, the two in front of him were living. Weren't they?
“Hm, well this is certainly a surprise.” The elder man, who looked like some kind of butler now that Danny was paying more attention, walked over to him. “We were certain you would not awaken so soon, young sir. May I ask what your name is?”
Danny glanced at the man, who was built like a fucking fridge, as he lean against the door frame with a huff folding his arms. “Your friend ‘Gotham’ only called you her King. We ain't big on royalty around here.”
“Just call me Danny… as for the royal title… only- er that only matters to ghosts. Like Lady Gotham.” Danny muttered looking between the two. “Uhm… Lady Gotham said something about a little Robin… I … I assume that's one of you two…”
The butler chuckled as the walking fridge man grumbled looking away. The different reactions only confused Danny more. He hadn't remembered wrong had he? Lady Gotham had definitely said something about her little Robin aiding him. But these two were living(?) beings.
The butler cleared his throat before he spoke up. “I believe your friend, Lady Gotham, was referring to Red Hood here-”
“A…” Red Hood's voice grew tense with a warning. Danny was surprised to hear the static in Red Hood's voice. That wasn't a trait of a living. Could he be? But he hadn't heard of another one. Had that been somehow… hidden?
“Mmm, apologies Hood.” The butler, A, sighed, shaking his head.
Danny carefully sat up to lean on his elbow staring straight at Red Hood. “You… you aren't… you came back too…”
Both men in front of him tensed. Red Hood stood straight and with what seemed like two quick strides was next to A. A lightly placed a hand on Red Hood's shoulder hoping to do what Danny wasn't sure as the older man was dwarfed by the walking fridge. Though now that Red Hood was closer, there was no mistaking it.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Red Hood growled, hand twitching closer to the gun strapped to his thigh.
“You- you have…” Danny muttered before his eyebrows furrowed as he concentrated. Just as he was trying to see, rather feel, what was supposed to be a core sitting next to Red Hood's heart, his own core flared with pain. His arm collapsed under him as his free hand clutched at the bandages on his chest. Gentle hands guided him to once again lay back on the soft mattress and pillow.
“I think that is quite enough for now. You need to rest, young sir.” A spoke as he tucked a thick quilt around Danny. Danny nodded silently, unable to argue. His core needed time to heal the cracks and fissures. That meant he needed more etco. He knew he could get the etco he needed in the Realms but he did not need every Ghost he made friends with going on a rampage. The GIW and his parents, the Fentons, were not something they could handle. So he needed more sleep so his core could absorb as much etco as it could.
“Okay… thank you both… for your help…” Danny mumbled, closing his eyes as he began drifting off to sleep.
Hood stomped out of the room, cursing as he tore off his domino. How the hell did that skinny blue-eyed twink know he had died?
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