The adventures of Varric and Solas. Big thanks to fellow Fade Prison friends for helping with this - special shout out to @celesenova and @lotsofthinkythoughts for dialogue pieces.
Solas courtesy of this mod. Had these images in my head for awhile, nice to be able to finally bring them to life.
Danny: Give me all your valuables! Everything in your pocket!
Jason: Are you...mugging me?
Danny: Yes and if you don't I'll be force to shoot you!
Jason: Kid, is that a homemade gun? Did you superglue it together from trash?
Danny: So what if it is and if I did use the trash?! This is one of the most powerful ray guns to ever grace your pathetic world!
Jason: How old are you?
Danny: Fifteen!
Jason: You're not even at waist high.
Danny: I was de-aged when sent through a portal at the Time God's tower! I may look seven but I'm one year away from being legally allowed to sign up for driver's ed!
Jason: *Laughs* yeah? And you made a ray gun from a broken flashlight?
Danny: You think this is funny? Ill shoot you! I will!
Jason: *Holding out his arms* Go ahead, I love to see what your inventions does.
Danny: *Pulls trigger*
Jason: *Being slammed into the wall by pure light and temporarily blinded* WHAT THE HELL !
Danny: I AM A FENTON! FEAR US! *loots his body fallen body* WE'RE UNSTOPPABLE!
Jason: Kid, Wait! Don't go! How did you make light solid enough to feel like i got hit with firefighter hose!? KID!?
Old prompt but response to this here that has a lot of amazing responses but i had A Thought and this flew out.
—
Danyal died. Not like Danny did, but he died all the same. For a brief moment, something bigger and louder and so, so angry it terrified him pushed against his mind. He tried to hide, but that thing held tight and sort of softened around him but still felt hard at the same time.
The other thing was Phantom, and Danyal knew him, somehow. Like he was always there but the space between them too far to cross.
He was coughing up green water. Phantom, this buzzing, angry thing beneath his skin, hissed they had to run.
Danyal didn’t get it. Water was violently coughed out of his mouth, his arms starting to fail in holding him up, and his nose burned with more green water falling from it.
He looked up at his mother and Phantom snarled at her in his—their?—mind.
“Ommah?” his voice was too ragged and wrong.
“I told you not to call me that in public Danyal. Now rise—your wounds are healed by my Father’s mercy. You have much to do if you want to be a fraction of the fighter your brother was—and do not think dying means you will learn his or your father’s names any sooner. We do not reward incompetence.”
Danyal shrunk back. Phantom snarled something he didnt catch, but knew was a lot of words grandfather would have him flogged for asking about.
“Yes Mother.”
“Honestly, your brother never gave me any problems like this.”
“Yes Mother, Sorry Mother,” slipped out reflexively. Phantom lunged somewhere in his mind, only to be stopped by something.
Danyal was grateful for that.
“Get up and clean yourself off. You are to thank Father for his benevolence in letting you use the lazarus pit for such a pathetic death.”
Danyal kept his eyes low. “Yes mother.”
—
It had been a few weeks since Phantom entered four and a quarter years old Danyal’s mind.
Phantom is many things. Angry is the loudest around his family and teachers. But when its just them, Phantom is very gentle, telling him tales of the stars from his own life in a separate dimension. He got to see very pretty constellations and longed to learn more.
Phantom offered to teach him more once Danyal let him help them escape Mother and Grandfather.
Danyal didnt want to leave, but Phantom promised he’d get hurt less if they left and headed to places where the two had the least influence.
Danyal knew the places the man Grandfather called “the detective” lived were best for that. This detective even worked under Grandfather and helped with the traitor problem when Danyal was two!
San Fransisco is one of cities, but it looked more difficult to get to, and the dectective didnt frequent it as much as the other two. Grandfather complained about it being ‘vexing’ when trying to track the detective in his brothers’ territories—one claiming a city called Bludhaven that Danyal and Phantom were not uncertain of the pressence of vampires in and would like to avoid. and then there was Gotham, the detective’s hometown and a shared territory and testing ground for ‘the detective’s apprentices’ to learn in.
Phantom and him agreed Gotham was best—no vampires and the detective can be a good shield against Grandfather and Mother!
Waves of relief crashed over Danyal when he let Phantom borrow his body to get them away. Phasing through everything made it easier, and Danyal didnt have to worry about goodbyes.
—
Danyal frowned whenever an adult tried to stop him but their eyes turned green and they turned around.
“Phantom,” he huffed. They were going to get caught as foreign metas with mind control at this rate!
Phantom stuck his tongue out and blew a raspberry.
Danyal went back to their trainseat, and waited to arrive near the airport. The sooner they escaped to Gotham the rest of the way, the better.
—
Phantom got them sent to San Fransico.
Danyal looked at the dead teen in his mind’s eye.
Phantom laughed nervously. “Look, you guys have a different version of English here, okay?”
Danyal didn’t change his blank look at him.
“Fine, I’ll practice sifting through your memories and not wanting to punt your sorry excuse for a mom—happy?”
Danyal was not happy. He nodded anyways.
—
Danyal pressed against Phantom whenever dangerous people watched him for too long.
Phantom boosted them with that viscous green goop ectoplasm and Danyal knew from the tingling their body wasn’t visible anymore.
He laughed when the dangerous people would pause or investigate where he’d been from above. That always made them try to follow him but by then, Phantom called Cujo and Danyal was off to the next place to get them closer to Gotham—to the place he can use the detective as a shield! It did take him a month or so to work out the sigil and summoning whistle.
—
He groaned when he came across a clash between his Mother and Batman’s people.
He just wanted to get to Gotham to avoid his Mother and Grandfather’s influence. He wants to be a kid—not a weapon.
But he’s stuck running into a rooftop battle because he was too busy listening to Phantom argue by himself the pros and cons of staying in Gotham with how many times Danyal borrowed the intangibility to get himself and other kids out of little cells and the occasional dog cages.
Danyal thinks Phantom is over-reacting. They just need to find a nice adult to take them in that isn’t creepy after they backlock a forged birth certificate from a home birth. Danyal has high hopes for foster-care while Phantom is skeptical at best. Phantom insists he should steal money online from a billionaire and hire an actor to pretend to be their parent for an interview at a kindergarten and go from there.
Danyal isnt quite certain about that.
His own worries meant he wasnt as aware as he should have been while rooftop running. In his defense, he’d yet to run into anyone besides other adultless individuals. A few did try to get him to see someone called ‘Red Hood’ which Phantom vetoed.
“Danyal—how did you get here!” Mother’s voice was laced with a wrath Danyal didn’t want to deal with, and rooted him to the spot.
“Ghost dog,” Danyal answered honestly, not quite seeing his mother’s underlings or Batman’s or how they clashed.
His world narrowed to Talia’s expression.
“I—where did you get a ghost dog?” Mother asked while still fighting… someone. one of Batman’s kids. The one like him but a girl. She kept looking back at him too.
“Lazarus pit,” Danyal lied.
The fight stilled, and the girl whirled toward him, watching him too much.
“I only put you there once for your own good—did you go back in when i wasnt there?” His mother sounded like the moms on TV, and what the homeless kids who had a nice mom talked about.
Phantom’s wrath brushed against the back of his mind.
“No.” Danyal looked about for possible exits without relying on Phantom. Phantom was mad-mad at Mother and he doesn’t want Phantom to hurt her.
Danyal did have Cujo’s summon sound memorized and they did get there a few hours ago…
“Then where did you get the ghost dog?”
“He found me, we played and now he takes me places,” Danyal continued, careful to hold his distance as she tried to approach. Phantom nudged him to different sides to avoid her approach.
“I see—no wonder you kept failing at combat. You take after magic unlike your father.”
“Okay.” Danyal filed that tidbit away. There way no more roof behind him. “Goodbye.”
Danyal turned and jumped down, ignoring the scream someone let out and letting cujo’s portal swallow him whole and spit the two out in the warehouse Danyal claimed for the night.
“So are we sure Gotham’s safe from Grandfather still?”
“Thanks, who’s the goodest boy? You are!” Danyal began as he gave Cujo scritchies.
Phantom grumbled that they knew Talia had the least influence in Gotham, and it had to count for something.
Danyal hummed, continuing to shower their dog with affection.
—
Danyal was good at stealing food unnoticed at this point. Going invisible had its perks.
He was not expecting a teen to both notice him, and carefully guide him to their own shopping group. Especially not by holding out his hand and murmuring his family can cover it, so no need to worry.
Danyal hesitantly dropped the invisibility and did as the boy, Duke, asked and continued shopping with an old man who called them both his grandsons while the free cashier a few counters over rolled their eyes and grumbled about toddlers needing more supervision.
Danyal absently squeezed Duke’s hand a bit too tight.
While Danyal helped the pair load the old man’s car and Duke gave him a bag with his own selections, Duke asked if he was dealing with ‘bad people’ since he didnt have someone watching him.
Danyal frowned, weighing what to say.
Phantom snuck over and answered for them both. “Mom is in a cult run by Grandpa, and i think dad leads a different cult that took my big brother. I dont want to be in a cult.”
Duke nodded carefully. “You somewhere safe for now kiddo?”
Danyal nodded his head.
“Okay then. If you need help to stay safe, Red Hood’s territory in Crime Alley is a safe haven for kids from unsafe homes, okay?”
Danyal nodded, looking to the side as he felt Cujo open a portal.
The yip caught everyone’s attention.
“Gotta go—bye!” Danyal ran off to scoop up Cujo before someone tried to fight him. Again.
Phantom made them invisible again, while Danyal held his green dog close and ran back into the safehouse they’d claimed not far from the docs.
Danyal carefully ate a sour gummy worm while Cujo chewed on a busybone Mr. fake grandpa slipped in at some point.
Phantom didnt like it, and urged Danyal to avoid Red Hood if this many people are endorsing him. Danyal is pretty sure its because Phantom doesnt like rich people.
—
In the Batcave, Tim frowned as he ran over what Cass told him about this ‘Danyal’ that Talia was fixated on during their fight. Tim had been handling a different swath of league ninjas that had yet to defect to Tim’s side.
He knew their IT department still had a shrine to him. Even after he blew up a number of the bases. If anything, they’d grown more reverent since his last stint in the League three years ago.
He had wondered why Talia was so absent back then. He thought it was mourning.
Instead Talia showed a mild obsession with the teeny-booper that held a startling resemblance to Bruce and Talia.
A child that has a teleporting ghost dog he claims he found in a lazarus pit (cass is insistent that part was lie) and jumped off a roof into a portal to avoid his own mother AFTER having run away.
It did make Talia’s recent harassment in Gotham make more sense. She thought Bruce and them were hiding her youngest.
Duke’s update of ‘kid goes invisible so meta is not off the table’ despite Talia’s comment of the boy taking to magic.
Tim knew B would have a meltdown when he found out. Another month or so on his space mission and it would be Damian 2.0 all over again.
He’d need to get ready for possible stabbings.
—-
Danyal blinked up at a man in a cowl and a swishy cape with a pretty shiny in it.
He made grabby hands for it.
The man allowed it with a pinched brow.
“Pretty,” Danyal murmured.
The man hummed in response. “So this is where you’ve been hiding from your mom?”
Danyal blinked up at the man and pointed in his face happily. “The Detective!”
The man winced but nodded.
“Can you help me keep her and grandpa away? Cujo and his friend said they’re not good for me.”
The man opened and shut his mouth. “Cujo?”
“My ghost dog. He makes portals and space is an aspect of time and a blue guy in a purple cloak said its important i stay away from them or else something called a ‘Dan 2.0’ was on the table and cujo’s friend had a panic attack at that. But I dont know how to make them stay away, only how to get away.”
The man nodded slowly. “So you need somewhere safe from them, right?”
“And away from Dad’s cult. Mom and Grandpa mention he has a lot of followers in high places that run the world but dont work at the root of issues just its branches, and that if Father says jump they ask how high.”
A smile twitched onto the man’s face. “For now, you can stay with me. I may have some of my siblings visit while you’re over, but none close to your age for now, okay?”
Danyal nodded slowly. “Can cujo come?”
“I dont think i can stop a teleporting dog. Is his friend coming too?”
Danyal looked at phantom. “He says he’ll be observing.”
“Creepy.”
“He’s dead. He cant do much else.”
Phantom blew another raspberry while flipping him off.
“Shutting up then.”
—
All i got for now, but Danyal seeking Tim’s pressense out as The Detective that his mom and Ra’s avoid/respect/fear while B is off world, with Cass, Duke, and Alfred as the only Batfam members he’s met stuck around. Feel free to add below or drop ideas as only working on low effort writes atm
Fic where SQH goes through a Situation that causes him to lose his memories. He goes through the whole 'waking up being cared for by the kind people of some village', but when he tries to figure out who he was before all he can remember is... How to make soap?? So, he must have been a soapmaker before. No one important, nothing to worry about here!
He's living his best slice of life meanwhile the demon realm and local cultivation sect are falling apart.
Shang Qinghua original body looks like the bullied sadboi protagonist of a high school romance
Shen Yuan’s sister was entirely unsurprised that he “picked up” Xiang Fei in the hospital bc he has a long history of bringing home stray puppies to wash and feed 🥺
SY invited XF home w/ his family bc he knew XF didn’t have anyone looking out for him at home 😢
SY’s older brothers proved that they’d taken time off work when he first fell ill by sending him photos of his own ‘corpse’???
The author warning that it’s always a bad idea to add on to your complete, highly successful story years after the fact… while doing exactly that
Luo Binghe has suspected that SY wasn’t the original SQQ since he was fOURTEEN and just never brought it up bc SY clearly didn’t want to talk about it
SQQ’S RELIEF WHEN LBH ASSURED HIM THAT THEIR SOULS WERE TIED TOGETHER AND HE COULD ALWAYS FIND HIM 😭😭
SY’s dad IMMEDIATELY clocking Bingqiu and aggressively eyebrow-wiggling about it
Shen Tang: “I’ve known since I was little that you’d never get a girlfriend”
Mobei-Jun scaring the shit out of XF by crawling out of his computer screen
REAL Peerless Cucumber fans on the forum know he always loved LBH (and real Airplane fans know he was always a good writer)
LBH: “What is this ‘Proud Immortal Demon Way’?” / SY&XF: “Huh?? That’s so weird, I’ve never heard of that in my life”
SQH wants MBJ to call him daddy soooo bad lmao
SQQ saying that Regret of Chunshan and Song of Bingqiu have better-written sex than PIDW (“Feiji-sensei really does seem to have a seizure when he writes about girls” sjdhsjdk)
G-d the fate of proto-LBH is so fucking tragic I genuinely want to cry. The way trying to change his narrative just spawns new timelines without freeing the OG from his isolation
On the other hand, I can’t believe I was right about SQH being halfway between god and prophet, altering aspects of a pre-existing world. Perhaps I too am a prophet?
Honestly, Shen Yuan is a hater and this needs to be explored more. I saw a post about xin mo loving his hater energy and that is correct. He could probably use it. A demon!SY could totally handle that sword. I know I read one fic where SY was xin mo, and I want one where that hater energy is flowing strong. I want xin mo to be perfectly calm with SY around and a hellish piece of metal when separated.
Little Luo Binghe experiencing the harrowing tea ceremony, getting tea dumped on his head, trying desperately to work out what he did wrong to piss of his brand new shizun, when the door crashes open and a near-identical copy of said shizun hurries in and starts fussing over the tea in his hair and calling his shizun a dickhead.
No one else seems to know what the fuck is happening either.
Nice Shizun tells Dickhead Shizun that he's him from the future and Dickhead Shizun calls him a lying demonic imposter and they fight but Nice Shizun wins like, really handily.
Eventually someone gets a truth-telling device into the room and Nice Shizun reiterates that he's Shen Qingqiu from the future and the device is just like yeah he's not lying. At length Nice Shizun admits that there was an incident in his past that means he doesn't have a bunch of Dickhead Shen Qingqiu's memories and the truth detector affirms that as well.
Dickhead Shizun seems to have a whole existential crisis and starts qi deviating but Nice Shizun helps him but also is just like eh whatever. He'll be fine. Or he'll die I guess. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
I was thinking, what if Danny and Jason met online through like a "Died and Came Back" support group?
They perhaps bonded over dying at about the same age (14/15). They found support in talking with each other about how it felt to experience death so young (though both of them ommit their respective vigilantism experience).
One day in the support group chat (which i imagine to be on discord) Danny shares this meme, saying his friend TF made it for him:
Jason finds this hilarious and shares that he relates. Danny, of course, decides this is a declaration of challenge over who currently taller. Jason says that he's just over 6 foot, so Danny claims triumph at 6'3".
Jason, not one to lose, argues that Danny is probably lying. But even if he isn't, Jason definitely wins "most growth since death", seeing as he basically doubled in size. He went from 4'6" and 87lbs, to over 6' and 225lbs.
Danny, loving to argue, says that the competition was purely height, not growth! But, he does have to point out he was taller at 14 (being 5'4") than Jason was at 15. So ha! He doubly wins at being taller!
They keep up their friendly argument in the chat, before deciding to move to DMs and prove their claims with photographic evidence.
Danny's first, sending a pic of him standing next to two yard sticks taped together and then taped to the wall (the most chaos gremlin way to give his height). Adding his height measured on the yard sticks puts him at roughly 6 feet 3 inches tall.
Jason, being the overly dramatic theater kid he it, first sends his death certificate (after blacking out all his personal info and replacing his real name with his username, of course):
Then he, like a reasonable person, uses measuring tape in his current "proof of height" picture. The top of his head is at exactly the 6 foot mark. (He's also holding a newspaper with today's date, like any good proof of life picture should have).
Danny, of course, is taller. But he does applaud Jason for growing so much since death! Probably jokes about Jay being such a little guy, setting them off to yet another friendly argument.
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