i stumbled upon ghostlights (duke x danny) and got a little prompt bunny to throw at you guys so here
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Duke really, really dislikes the fact that being in the Wayne family means that theyāll judge his taste in partners. They have an audacity to judge his relationship when they canāt even keep theirs together. He likes the family, he really does and itās nice to be supported by actually gear and equipment as a vigilante.
He just. Really fucking hates how they think they can have a say in his personal life.
It all started at a gala that Duke had the unfortunate choice order to go to, he of course asked Bruce if it was possible to invite someone and Bruce agreed. Bruce had told him to mention who he wanted invited to Alfred to add them to the guest list. Duke dutifully did so because he wants his boyfriend at the gala even if it means he has to reluctantly invite his boyfriendās godfather who is learning to actually be a decent human being.
Heād manage to have the others unaware of his relationship for few months now and he missed his boyfriend okay? He knows Danny has a town to protect but also Dukeās allowed to use any excuse to get a chance to spend time with Danny.
The gala was in full swing when Vladimir Masters creeps up to Duke who had been idly drinking a glass of Aperol and standing away from where most of the elite were.
āItās pleasure to see you once again, Duke.ā Vlad says out loud and Dukeās hands tightened briefly around the glass he held before he plastered a fake smile to turn to the older man. Vladās mouth twitched into a smile because of course this bastard knew that Duke really disliked him but behaved amicably because in the end, heās how Danny can come to Gotham as often as possible.
āItās good to see you again Vlad, how is everything back in Amity Park?ā Duke asked as he settled himself for small talk, eyes flickering around to see if he can catch a glimpse of Danny so he can drag his boyfriend away and ditch the chaperone of an old man.
āItās been well, the Fentons are up to their usual shenanigans and still embarrassing our local hero but shouting the support for him from the rooftops. Danielās been getting ready to apply to the university here in Gotham.ā
āDannyās thinking of coming to the uni here?ā Duke leaned in closer to Vlad. Duke can practically tell that he instantly brightened at that little tidbit of information. Sue him, heād love to have his boyfriend here and maybe he can convince Vlad to get Danny a place here so he didnāt have to stay at the Manor as much. He didnāt mind the Manor, it was beautiful and reeked of old history but sometimes the tension between Damian and Tim can get annoying even if the two were on somewhat better terms.
āYes, I am reluctant to have him here in Gotham but itās the only place in the states with enough ambient ecto to support his core. He still is bitter about how he is considered a baby ghost still.ā Vlad flashes a grin, his canines glinting in the light that causes Duke to snort because despite the odd relationship between Danny and Vlad. Dukeās just glad that Danny has someone looking out for his health considering how often Danny forgets to take care of himself.
āTell me about it, Iāve had to listen to his rants about how the Ancients keep babying him and treating him like a child.ā Duke mumbles as he takes a sip of his drink, the stares on him beginning now and he can feel the familiar pinprick of Bruceās Bat stare.
Vlad opened his mouth only for a figure to shove between the two of them, separating before settling as if they had always been there.
āYou better not be talking shit.ā Dannyās midwestern drawl came out as he wrapped an arm around Dukeās waist and pointed at Vlad with his own champagne glass that Danny acquired when he was off away from the man because he saw Sam in the gala.
āIs it talking shit if itās true, babe?ā Duke teased as he settled into Dannyās hold, the tension in his shoulders relaxing now that his boyfriend is here. The stares grew more intensely and Duke could mourn peace before the grilling he was going to get the next time he was at the manor because he was spending time with his boyfriend as long as possible before they left back to the haunted town of Illinois.
āUm, yes. I canāt believe youāre talking shit about your own boyfriend to his godfather. Cruel and unusual, whatās next going to cheat on me with Phantom?ā
Dual snorts made because despite the tension between Vlad and Duke because of Vladās prior treatment of Danny, the two did enjoy poking fun of the teen. Danny pouted in response, his lips were glossy and pink. Dukeās a strong man. A strong man who kisses his boyfriendās pretty pink lips because he canāt deny the temptation.
After the small peck, Duke idly licked his lips. Peaches. One of Jazzās glosses then. Dannyās arm tightened its hold against Dukeās waist as a sweet flush settled on Dannyās cheeks.
āDuke.ā The blue eyed teen hissed out as Duke gave a sharp grin in return. He was ready to give a quip before the familiar Bristol drawl of Tim spoke up.
āSo heās your boyfriend.ā One Tim Drake said and Duke could only close his eyes for a brief moment before he opened them to see the rest of the family surrounding him. Fun. Joy. Oh my god Bruce is coming over.
āThis is my boyfriend, so yes.ā
āGoing to introduce us?ā
āI donāt know, going to search his background in an invasion of privacy in an attempt to be protective only for it to back fire?ā Duke couldnāt help but snark back. He didnāt need them to go against his wishes and ruin a relationship he truly enjoyed.
The brood stutter to life coming to Timās defense as Duke raised a single eyebrow as they began to throw words without even thinking about it. The Bat kids could handle everything as long as they know theyāre ahead of a player in steps but Duke knows how sweep them off their feet.
āDonāt stalk my boyfriend. Actually please donāt stalk my boyfriend, Alfred approves of him.ā
They deflated the moment Alfredās named was mentioned, just like Duke had planned out. Nobody can deny or go against the man who is basically in charge of the entire family. Even Bruce who joined had his lips twisted in displeasure at being thwarted.
āIf I find out one of you decided to go against my wishes, Iām telling Alfred.ā
Hook. Line. Sinker.
āDamn thatās hot.ā Danny said out loud, the flush on his cheeks deepened even as Dukeās own warmed slightly at the comment.
this just in local 23 year old forgets they wear glasses and iām at work lmao
in this prompt / au ish kinda thing, dannyās around i would say late 20s so he gets along well with the younger bat clan members because heās just an honorary family member at this point. heās also an enabler to bruce and thus a retaliation had to be made (im a firm believer that danny gets tall and buff when he gets proper nutrition and is built like a tank)
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Danny squints at his notepad, the words were small and blurry enough that not even squinting helped clear up whatever was written on it. Heād forgotten his glassesā something that occurs occasionally when heās trying not to be late to work and it always ends with him struggling. Beside him was Bruce who seemed to equally be squinting at the tablet but at an arms length compared to when Danny brought it up to his face.
āI think this is why my kids keep telling me to get my eyes checked.ā Bruce mumbles and Danny canāt help but let out a small snort in amusement. Dannyās aware of how often Bruceās children nag on the older man about getting his eyes checked now that heās āgetting up there in yearsā as one Tim Drake said.
āTell me about it, my youngestā Eleanor but we call her Ellie always nagged on me until I finally went to our family doctor to see. She turned out to be right but I forgot my pair today.ā
His pair that were gently coated in ectoplasm since apparently normal glasses couldnāt help with his heightened senses that his ghostly side leaks over to his human side and itās why he needed them. Frostbite had been eager to get him a pair, something that Danny wanted to be upset about but the gentle yeti was too caring for Danny to deny him.
āDonāt worry about it chum, Iām sure weāll figure out whatās on the schedule for today.ā Bruce says and Danny gives the man an encouraging smile.
āDanny.ā Timās voice says with a heavy sigh and instinctively Danny wilts like a flower and hangs his head low. That was Timās ādisappointed but being polite about itā tone and Danny hates that tone because it means Danny made a mistake. Mistakes made by Danny must be made better by Danny by doing something like joining the Wayne family dinners or evenā he shiversā modeling for when one of the Waynes canāt do a photo shoot.
āTim.ā He curtly replied as Tim shook his head and placed his hands on his desk.
āPlease tell me you didnāt forget your glasses today.ā
Danny pressed his lips together.
āWell.ā
āDanny.ā
He huffs as he picks his head up and crosses his arms, leaning back against the comfortable couch in Timās office because that man took power naps like it was his third job. Danny isnāt stupid, he knows the Waynes are the vigilantes that go out but he dutifully ignores that fact and doesnāt say anything because he likes this well paying job even if heās really a bodyguard posing as a secretary for Bruce.
āI may have misplaced them today.ā
Tim groaned loudly in response as Bruceās lips curled in amusement, Bruce waited for Tim to turn away from them to slide Danny a hundred dollar bill which Danny silently pocketed.
He wasnāt going to snitch out his boss that the reason Danny and Bruce Wayne were seen at an aquatic center to help teach kids to swim that ended up with Bruce ātrippingā and falling into pool nearby was because a kid āpushedā him. Really, Tim should know better than to think Danny was going to say no to acting undercover so Bruce can get clues about a case he was working on.
Itās Batman! Heās not going to deny Batman. Even if the two completely scrapped whatever schedule was made to do their own thing.
āIām telling Alfred. Weāre also getting you glasses old man, Iām not accepting any excuses anymore!ā
Both Bruce and Danny gave offended gasps.
Itād be later in weeks time where Danny would be on the phone with Jazz, coffee cup in hand as he spoke to her about any recent things and how life was.
āSo are you going to tell me why people in Gotham and on the internet are calling you a DILF?ā Jazz asks and it causes Danny to choke on his sip of coffee, the heat burning briefly before he managed to croak out a weak.
āWhat- Whoā¦ Tim.ā
His work phone rings and all he sees is a message from Tim with a simple smiley face as if the man didnāt drop multiple photos of Danny, Ellie and Dan (whose faces are thankfully blurred) on the internet as revenge. Especially when Danny sees the caption.
Tim Drake āļø@ceoTDW
Wayne Enterprises loves supporting single fathers! Iām sure youāve noticed Bruce Wayneās secretary but are you aware heās a single father raising his son and daughter? Hereās our photo shoot with him to celebrate one of our loved employees!
How cruel Timothy Drake-Wayne. How cruel. Itās even worse when he sees fucking Gotham Gazette make an article about how people have voted that Danny is a DILF alongside Bruce Wayne and Lucius Fox. As well as the fact that W.E. ācollectsā attractive employees to boost morale. What the fuck who wrote thisā Vicki Vale.
Ch. 2 of the Cuckoo Song / Matriarch AU has been uploaded! fun fact i love duke thomas i just dont know how to write him
Summary:
"You look like a sopping wet cat in the worst way, just so you're aware." Su-bin says as her dark brown eyes narrowed in disgust and Danny takes offense. It's not his fault that he spiraled bad enough that his entire body has to basically restart itself because it was shutting down but he keeps that part quiet because Su-bin's only fifteen and still learning to be nice to people.
"Do I still look hot at least?"
Su-bin rolls her eyes in response and like ow okay. She could've been at least nice about it.
āare still writing ch 2 of the matriarch au?ā yes i am, however i realize some of you probably are starving so uh hereās dinner, its a snippet from the beginning of ch 2 (please note this is a draft of ch 2)
you guys think i wrote the end of ch 1 for no reason? no we are diving DEEP into how unhealthy this boyās mind is
iām alive my rotten ghostlings !!! iāve been working on ch 2 of the cuckoo song fic
i think danny with religious guilt is a beautiful thing #catholicguilthaver ā¦. i dislike this one a lot cause i wrote this while with a 100Ā°F fever. anyway iāll most likely start posting my prompts on ao3 soon, so if you notice it on ao3 please know its me !!
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The Cathedral in Gotham was beautiful in an eerie way, the way the building was soak in the sins of falsehoods of priests and bishops who believed they did good. Yet the good was never there for they pocketed donations and turned a blind eye to the suffering that Gothamites enduring by living in the cursed city. The way the air was charged with energy from people praying still to whatever God was out there.
Danny settles on a kneeler, hands fiddling with the rosary in his palms. Fingers rubbing against the cool, green rocks of the rosary as Danny takes a deep breath. The incense was sweet and reminded him of the times that the Foleys would take him to church every Sunday. How theyād dress him up in a suit that was too big on him but he never complained because he enjoyed going with them even if it was a bit of a drive to the churchā a little thing outside of Amity Park.
His parents would take Jazz and him to church back when they werenāt focused on the portal or ghosts. When he didnāt feel like his parents had reached a level he and Jazz couldnāt even grace upon. This was the first time Dannyās stepped into a church since his death, even as he closes his eyes he can feel the pushes against him. Danny stopped being religious the moment his death occurred, wouldnāt call it a miracle or a blessing from Jesus Christ.
Instead he is a monster, a sinner in the house of God and all that is holy for he is a demon to those who cannot accept him when he was at his worst.
The crunch of boots stepping on rough, broken stone reached his ears.
Danny ignores it for he closes his eyes as he feels for the first bead of his rosary. Thumb digging into the cool, cracked texture. Lips opening as he begins to lowly recite his prayer.
āO My God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee.ā
A shift of boots, a creak of wood. There, in the shadowsā a figure moves. Quick and steady, inching closer to him. Danny almost wants to laugh but he refrains from doing so because his sins weigh heavily on his shattered soul. That this wonāt ease the ache he feels, the disconnection he has with his God but he hopes that even the repentance he feels and is doing will be the soothing balm even temporarily.
āI detest all my sins because of thy just punishment,ā
A sickeningly feeling edges along Dannyās orbit, he could feel the words stuttering briefly before he brings himself back to focus. They were beginning to surround him, the curiosity they feel was basically being blared by them that Danny refrain from stopping. The way he wished to crack a joke, running a soothing palm against the wearing, cautious feelings. He wanted to but the deepening presses against his already cracked, aching core brought his attention back to his task.
What feel like hoursā reciting the Act of Contrition spanned in a smaller time. His thumb pausing on the larger bead, lips wetting themselves with his tongue as he opens his eyes to tilt his head up to the state of Jesus Christ. A sigh escaping him as he silently mouthed the prayer to Our Father. The feeling of heavy hands on his shoulders lightened as he said the last word.
He didnāt get to go through his entire rosary, only up to the first bead of Our Father but it was enough to soothe the gnawing monster in his body. Feeling the thing chuff and yawning as it curled up to sleep.
Heās an abomination. Something that shouldnāt walk the mortal realm. Heās a demon and he hosts one.
āWhatāre you doing here atā¦ 3 in the fucking morning?ā A person asks, their voice staticky in the way of using a voice modulator. A smile twitches onto Dannyās lips as he wears his rosary and hides it underneath his shirt. The smell of decay heavy, the creaks of boards wanting to collapse. The vision of a grand cathedral fading away to turn into a rundown building with pews thrown about, broken down or even seats ripped the shreds. The scent of the incense gone within a moment.
He could feel the startles of the people around him and he gave a low laugh, pushing himself up from the kneeler even as he knees popped and his spine cracked when he straightened.
āCanāt a guy just pray?ā Danny mumbled as he turns away from the stare of Jesus Christ on the cross to turn to the Bat brigade of vigilantes. The ecto contamination on a few members made him curious, especially to the one who wore a red helmet.
āIn an abandoned cathedral? Where everything looked fine until it wasnāt.ā
āTt must be a meta with illusionary abilities.ā
Danny gave a involuntary snort at hearing the youngest Robinā hidden behind the altar speak, despite the slightest echo from the ruined remains of a holy place that burnt down like Gothamās weary soul that still kept stubbornly fighting to continue to exist as a city spirit.
āNot a meta. Just something elseā¦ something a lot more depressing. Canāt a man indulge himself in his Catholic guilt?ā
Red Hood crossed his arms in response, rolling his neck as the bigger man gave a shrug to the big bad Bat himself. āHeās got us there, B. Iāve indulged in my own Catholic guilt myself a few times.ā
Danny threw finger guns at Red Hood with a crooked grinā his fang peeking out slightly as Batman frowned in response. The amount of emotions that guy radiated almost wants to give Danny a headache but heās a stubborn bastard and has to do āexposure therapyā so he doesnāt get sick from overwhelming emotions by people in case heās attacked with something that heightens someoneās emotions. Or whatever excuse Jazz had given him at the time before shoving him out of the Ghost Zone with a finger wag.
āWho are you?ā
Dead. A ghost. A sinner. A monster. Demon. Something to be exorcised. Halfa. King. Weak.
āIām just a friendly neighborhood ghost.ā Danny says, blue mist coming out from his mouth as he looks between Red Hood, Black Bat and Batman. His aura briefly brushing against the youngest Batās being. The sickly contaminated ectoplasm lingering on his tongue.
Danny raises his hands as he shakes them in goodbye, feeling himself turn invisible. The ruins of the former holy land creaks and shakes, harsh whispers heard as they grate against Dannyās very essence, his core shaking in protest at being pushed out from a safe space by the Gods he prayed to. Even if it was a brief respite, Danny felt lighter in years.
Below him the Bat brigade curse as they talk into comms to find out where he is but Dannyās long gone. He thinks he managed to avoid them until he bumps into one Jason Todd and Duke Thomas while heading to the church in Crime Alley. The two children of Bruce Wayne. Bruce Wayne who has an adoption problem.
Fuck. He almost wants to scream but Pandora taught him better than that.
The au is real, the fic is real and now it's here!! I cut out some extra parts for the next chapter!! Please note: it's only registered for users to read because of the whole AI scrapping fanfics and i dislike it
i know people are probably waiting for the matriarch au fic and trust me iām wanting to publish it !! i just didnāt think that while editing it iād get the energy to decide to write more for the first chapter.
it went from 2k to then 4k and now it might be heading to the 6k rangeā¦ so i apologize if youāve been waiting its been awhile since iāve gotten inspiration like this and i cant control myself from typing away! you will meet TWO devin relatives in this fic (not maeve yet) and a story of build up of how dannyās fairing in gotham
ārot where have you beenā i work 40 hours a week and do have adult things to doā¦ plus thereās been music events so workās been busy! :ā)
update on The Matriarch AU fic, will be a multi chapter fic and Iām currently reading over and editing ch. 1 because making a full fic means i have to be aware of my errors (some will slip past me like always, Iām 1 person with no beta read and english isnt my first language)
enjoy!!!
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Jason strolled through Crime Alley, the static was heavy in the air as the shades chittered away in his ears as his passed by areas that were heavy with them. The Alley residents moving quickly, tugging their coats closer to them as if to protect themselves from something. It made Jason lick his teeth as he rolled his shoulders to get a kink out of it. The shadows seemed more sinister in ways that Jason hadnāt considered, especially after having to explain to his family about why everything seemed off kilter to them.
He supposed it was pretty fucking odd to spring it on them, but Jason couldn't exactly help it. All of them had close brushes to death but few experience death like he had. Few had been dead for so long only to start digging out of their own grave to breathe. To exist once more after being in the void of nothing. Jason can't remember anything from when he was dead but he fucking picked up some things from being dead.
It wasn't obvious at first, not when he rarely fucking remembers what it was like during the time he was alive again prior to being dumped in the Lazarus Pit. Even then, he didn't remember much until a few months after the dunk. It'd been more obivous after the All Caste was bestowed on him and now he'd gotten so used to the other side of life that he hadn't considered how odd it'd be.
He lives and breathes with the side of death, how even when the rare moments of something bring out Solomon Grundy from the sewers or whatever crevices the big guy resides in the momentā there was a sense of kinship that wasnāt there before. How even Grundy seems to feel like something was going on, enough for the man to stumble into Jason during one of his patrols earlier. The zombie giving an aggravated grunt like he could even hear the trills of the shades down in the sewers.
Of course those little bastards quieted down when the two zombies stood side by side, Jason taking off his helmet on the rare chance to light a cigarette even if Grundy huffed. A crooked grin forming on Jasonās lips as his domino covered eyes turned to Grundy.
āWonderinā why they all chattinā away?ā Jason had drawled out in the moment, feeling Grundy push him roughly. It was enough force to make him stumble but he held his hands up in a gesture of goodwill. He knew he shouldnāt push on the zombieās already limited hold on his anger. Not when Grundy was already looking around, sniffing the air like it could give him clues.
āThereās been a hunt called,ā Jason began as he patted his jacket for a lighter, flicking it out and open. The flame dancing wildly as he brought it up to his mouth, watching as the cigarette caught the spark. He briefly wondered if one day whoever got managed to get a hit on Joker, would make sure he got a death befitting for him like he gave to Jason.
āHunt?ā Grundy asked, voice low and deep with a rumble that Jason felt to his very being. He ignored the way the pit or whatever the fuck was in him since his dip in the Lazarus Pit tried to give a rumble in reply.
āSomethingās pissed off and called a hunt. Itās why the other side is all giddy. Theyāre off their metaphorical leash.ā Jason mumbled around his cigarette, inhaling as he tilted his head up to stare at Gothamās smog covered stars when in return all he just sees is darkness. Good olā Gotham.
āAnnoying.ā
āYeah, they can be pretty annoying with their talks. Iāll see if they can pass the word for the shades near you to keep quiet. Wouldnāt want you to rampage while the hunt is going.ā
Grundy grunts in reply before he turns away to head back to his haunt in the sewers, the haunting tune that Grundy says settling heavy on Jasonās shoulders.
āSolomon Grundy born on a Mondayā¦ā
Itād been days when everything seemed to burst, Jason was at the Manorā these days he made rounds of visiting mostly because the tension settled between his shoulders have made him more snappier than heād like. The heightened pressure of Gothamās hauntings were baring down on him and it often caused him to be rougher with whatever was going on.
Heād had to take a break from patrolling the alley mostly because of the fact he almost broke a muggerās arm. Heād only backed off when Dick had swung by to intercept and even then that required rough handling because Jason needed to fight something. His instincts were screaming at him and it made him twitchier.
He heavily decided he fucking hated the feeling of a hunt happening, even worse when not even one person wanted to let it slip on who the hunt was called on. Then the Joker started popping his head out of whatever hidey hole he fucking was in and it felt like he was in a shark infested water with the way everything caused his hair to stand on its ends at the sudden sharpness of attention.
It made the teeth in his jaw itch, the way he instinctively bite down on things with more force than needed. Heās ran his tongue over his teeth enough times to feel the difference now, the way his canines are sharper. The way heās had to hide his mouth in ways just so the others donāt witness the fact that Jasonās canines arenāt blunt and human like anymore. They felt like fangs.
Everyone was in the living room, doing their own thing as Jason tried to focus so hard on reading the Hunger Games. Itās something that Steph had recommended and he was slowly working through the series when the sudden itching was gone. He instinctively sat up, his eyes darting around.
He could see everyone else snap their attention to him, all aware of the fact that the faint buzz they had been hearing was silent. A creak was heard from Alfred shifting from where he stood.
Jason ran his tongue over his teeth again, feeling it cut into the muscle easily as he tasted the blood. Grounding himself with the pain.
Silence. Anticipation.
A soft whisper, a burst of cold air.
Thenā
A thud. A hand reached out to Jason before everything vanished in a haze of green.
cw / tw for jasonās death, mention/implied of dying because of asphyxiation / explosion & other things (because really jason died from a lot of things in the moment)
filing for taxes reminds me i am very much an adult and i loathe taxes. anyway hereās a prompt for you before the wolves (busy work days) take me once more. not a fan of this one honestly, i feel like it couldāve been written better but this was just a plot bunny i had so it gets what it guys *vague gestures*
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There was an odd beauty in Death, its something that Jason has been aware of. It was obvious in the way as he could feel the smoke inhalation begin to affect him along with the burns from the explosion. His vision blurred heavily he accepts his fate, his own mother sold him out but he couldnāt be bitter about it. He tried to save him, tried his best as a Robin and to help others.
Everything hurt, his eyes stung from the smoke even if Jason knew theyād sting from tears if he was able to.
āShhhā¦ itās alright. You donāt need to stay strong anymore Jason.ā
A soft, soothing voice told him and he wanted to turn to see who was hereā how they were here. He gave a wheezy response as a figure entered his rather blurry field of view. His lungs felt heavy, they burned alongside the stinging sensation across his body. He thinks he could vaguely feel the stickiness of blood pooling underneath him from the stray rebar from whatever was in warehouse that managed to hit him. He couldnāt feel where it exactly it hit but he felt so cold.
Would Bruce be okay? Is he looking for him? Jason hopes that Bruce doesnāt blame himself and that Dick keeps an eye on the older man.
Everything hurts. Heās so tired, he hopes B forgives him for not listening. Gentle hands place themselves on his cheeks before they move up to where his eyes are. The blue hue of their skin obvious as a soft rumbling was heard. Was another explosion going to happen? This person needs to leave. There shouldnāt be another death at the hands of Joker. His mouth opened to speak but he was shushed softly.
āYouāve done enough Jason. You can relax, come home with me.ā The person gently murmured and Jason took a weak breath and suddenly it felt so much easier to breathe, how was that possible?
āThatās it Jaybird, follow my voice.ā Jason knows stranger danger, he grew up in Crime Alley where you couldnāt trust anyone as far as you can see or throw them but something about this person was like a siren call. It made Jason feel at home, like he was wrapped up in one of momās hugsā Not Sheliaāsā Catherineās. Oh how he missed his mom, how sheād wrap him up in her arms to protect him from the cruelty of the world.
How she and dad tried their best despite the hand that was dealt to them by the world.
Jason is just still a little boy who craves comfort and love, he releases a whine and itās all it takes for the blue person to wrap him up in their arms. A soft coo escaping the person who held him in their arms, cradling him like he was a baby and not a teenager. It made him giggle as the person bounced him briefly.
āArenāt you a sweet Robin for me? Such a darling, Catherine was right about you. A sweet little Jaybird.ā
Jason opened his eyes when had he closed themā to stare into the swirling green of the boy his age who gave him a sweet smile that Jason could feel his own cheeks flushing at. He rarely gets a smile like that, last time someone smiled at him like that was Rena back in school after he brought her chocolate for valentineās day.
āHi, do you want to come hang out with me?ā
Jason shouldnāt, Bās probably looking for him and heās got to apologize to B for running away. Then heās gotta apologize to Alfie and andā
He takes a deep breath.
Suddenly everything he thought of fades away and all he can think about is not hurting anymore and hoping B forgives him for being stupid.
āYeah!ā Jasonā Robin chirps sweetly at the boy boyghostkinghalfafriend who gives Robin a big grin as a swirling, toxic green portal opens before them and the boy takes him away in a whirlwind that causes Robin to give a shrieking laugh.
Oh poor Robin who will remain unaware of his own death for months, who will haunt the minds of Batman and Nightwing- Bruce and Dick, father and brother. Who will forever remain unaware of the grieving his family did at his death as his gets forcibly dragged away from the Ghost Zone before being dumped in the Lazarus Pit and furious.
The poor Robin who will forget his friends back in the Ghost Zone.
ive read one too many damian & danny are twins fics and where he dies and its giving me ideas and iām a simple person who must indulge in the pea brain. errors as usual
this is very badly written. iām going to be busy a lot this month (i live in a town where an event is BIG and a lot of people come) so iāll try to post as much as i can but i cannot promise.
Damian knew that his twin brother would frown at him if he was still alive, he is well aware Daniyal would disapprove of his methods and the treatment he gives Drake. He can feel Daniyalās hand settle on his shoulder, his head near his ear as he spoke.
āYou must be kinder akh, he is an ally.ā Daniyal mumbled as his blue eyes narrowed in annoyance and Damian couldnāt help but feel his lip quirk in response. Daniyal still looked the way age as when he had died. The age that Damian had been shipped off to his father.
Instantly his humor disappeared. His brother wouldāve thrived in this manor. He wouldāve been able to be a son, he wouldnāt have the expectations placed on him that required Daniyal to disassociate to complete the assignment. He wouldnāt have been punished for defying the wills of his Grandfather who wished to snip the bud of weakness in Daniyal so those would not take advantage of it.
Yet despite everything, his akh will never understand what it would mean to be in a family that loved like it was as easy as breathing. Damian is sure that his twin wouldāve thrived. Heād bloom under the freely given affection of Richard, the effortless way Drake seemed to understand and crack cases open and such, under Cainās silent but beautiful moves that Daniyal would desperately try to match. To be seen in such a deadly but enticing manner as he struck fear into those who harmed others.
Thomas and Daniyal would be daytime heroes, would bond over school perhaps or even the antics of the family.
Thereās so many ways his twin would have been able to breathe, to flourish is wings and fly freely if they hadnāt been snipped and his corpse at the bottom of the Lazarus Pit from an attack that lost him against the wishes of his Mother and Grandfather. Many believed that the Al Ghuls simply gotten rid of him, killed off the weak link in a staged attack.
Before he was a Wayne, he was an Al Ghul who held his dying brother in his arms after taking an attack meant for him. It had happened quickly, his memories purposefully blurred to protect his own mind from the tragedy that dealt a suffering blow to the Al Ghul family. Nobody spoke of Daniyal. In the League, he did not exist.
Nobody knew his desperate attempts to bring back his akh, watching as the pit bubbled and claim his siblingās body as its own. Watched for hours hoping for Daniyal to reappear from the waters, the come up for air and complain about how it was disgusting and how he needed a bath and for Todd to read a story to him in compensation for protecting Damian from an assailant when Todd was supposed to be Damianās protector.
āYouāre too cruel, he may not be blood but he is still family. Just like Jason.ā
āTt. Drake should be better then.ā He says as he looks away from the injured form of Drake sitting on the medical bed in the Batcave, his teeth aching from how hard he clenched his jaw when theyād hurried to get to him before he passed out somewhere where anyone could find him.
āHe is good enough, his brain is interesting. Iāve never seen someone as smart as Father before. He is our brother, just like Dick.ā
Damian huffs in disgruntlement at his brotherās words. Daniyal always did enjoy seeing the way peopleās brains worked, the way he soaked up information akin to a sponge. His hands always preferred to build and dismantled than to take the life of others.
āWhy must I be lectured by your ghost?ā
Daniyalās ghost gives a smile. Damian knows if he tells others that theyād say it was a hallucination. He knows it is. Yet he canāt fathom the fact of it, he prefers to keep it quiet in his own mind. He would rather keep this image of his brother close lest he forgets what Daniyal had looked like, what he sounded like. How he was like.
Heāll let his own brother haunt his mind and thoughts forever if it meant he had a part of him in his life.
āBecause you are still punishing yourself for something that wasnāt your fault. Akhi, forgive yourself one day. That is all I ask.ā
Damian clicks his tongue and turns away to head up to the manor, leaving behind the figure of Drake and his brotherās ghostly image that stares with saddened eyes.
Forgive himself? Never. Because Damian is selfish in the cruel way he punishes himself.
part second part to the ghostling au !! this is just something to give you guys food while i write the fic
also usual errors will be made im only one person blah blah. hope you enjoy, as usual this is scheduled to post at 7am
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Danny lazily blinked at the person in front of him, his brain slowly rebooting itself as he released a small yawn. The person was green. A green person. Huh. Alien? He was exhausted, he spent so long aiding new systems and cradling stars that died and spread their dust around so they would be reborn again. He wanted to sleep but this person was in front of him and itād be rude to ignore him. Pandora taught him better than that.
āMrrp?ā Danny felt his ears twitch, he wanted to feel mortified at the fact he made a sound like a cat in his own head but he really canāt be blamed because the moon he was around was really comfortable and he had no shame. He lazily tilted his head as the personās shoulders seemed to loosen? A shake in his body. Weird.
Oh. Heās trying not to laugh at Dannyās response. Can Clockwork rewind so that didnāt happen. Of course CW ignored him like usual when it came to embarrassments like these.
āI do not mean any harm friend.ā
The voice in his head echoed and it made Danny shiver in response, it was odd sharing a head space with someone else. He didnāt retaliate or cause any harm. His core could feel that this person was friendly, curious and respectful. He gives a head tilt in response.
Friend. Safe. Okay.
Danny gave another yawn, feeling his jaw open a tad wider than it should in normal human circumstances but who could care less when he has a Martianā an actual martian in front of him even if heās too sleepy to actively be excited! Heās tired okay, itās not everyday he gets to indulge on his obsession heavily on an everyday basis. Heād been so deprived that heād gotten sick and itās what made the others decide to give him the boot so he could enjoy his time before he got the crown.
āWhat is your name, little one?ā Martian Manhunter softly asked in Dannyās head after the younger one winced from the volume earlier after he began to wake up.
āDanny.ā
āWhy are you out here?ā
āOld man said I needed my enrichment.ā
āOne of my allies called you a baby ghost of the Infinite Realms, is this true?ā
Danny released another cat like sound, this one more curious than the other when he had just barely woke up. Someone knew what he was? How curious, it wasnāt often Danny stumbled in dimensions that knew he was from the Infinite Realmsā¦ much less the fact that heās even a ghostling.
āMhm, ghostling is the proper term. We usually calculate age by how long weāve been dead. In ghost terms Iām like three.ā
Martian Manhunter seemed to pause, as if listening to something. Danny gave another yawn before he finally decided to change into a more normal size instead of the large form he had used to travel through the void easier. His form shifted in a bright light before he floated over to Martian Manhunter.
He quickly realized he was a lot smaller than heād been and he supposes this is what CW meant when changing forms, heād most likely reflect the age heās in ghost terms. He doesnāt think heād handle if Martian Manhunter treated him like a kid.
āWhen you said enrichmentā¦?ā
āOh! Clocky said to play nice with my cousin? I think her name is Wonder Woman? Um heās ah known as Chronos?ā
Thanks for almost 100 followers LMAO originally I had a gala idea for when I hit 50 followers and then I disliked it so here's this instead. it's not up to my standards but what can i do when i'm on like 2 hours of sleep. (_ć_)ććzļ½ļ¼ŗ
i like the idea of constantine being absolutely disgusting to look and feel to danny
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āI know what Clockwork really wants, he wants to me to kill my motherfucking self. Thatās why he fucks with me. Thatās why he gave me a fucked up ass life!ā Danny shouted as he closed the flap of his tent to give himself a semblance of privacy because heād been kidnapped by a cult who said that heād be their priest because heās the child of Time.
The only time that he knows is the time when he fucking decks Clockwork next time he sees the old bastard.
āBut jokes on him, I aināt going to give that motherfucker the satisfaction.ā
Danny took off the cloak that the cultists forced him into and threw it on the chair in his tent, his head throbbed and it reminded him of the fact heās had that headache for a while now. Itās probably because he hadnāt gone ghost like he usually does, he didnāt want to risk it when these cultists were keeping an eye on him. It really annoyed him.
He took a deep breath as he calmed himself, well calmed himself as good as he could when he has very much unregistered anger issues because he had been in the middle of a project when he had been taken. If he came back to the room ransacked because the Bat brood couldn't keep things clean he's going to fucking snap.
He was a teenage vigilante, he was bound to get anger issues later considering the fact that the GIW was still around and even Danny couldn't go as ghost as often as he wished and was only lucky when Gotham's abiment ecto was high enough to mask it.
The height of his anger was when one John Constantine walked into Danny's life and instantly it was on sight whenever the two interacted because John's soul was DISGUSTING and he'd die (again) on that hill. Especially when the man summoned Danny one time and Danny still gets sick whenever he thinks about the missing parts of John's soul in his magic, of the gaps that dig their claws in Danny's very being. How it felt like he was digging through sludge that dragged him down everytime.
The menace of Danny's major problems walked in, instantly Danny's nose crinkled in disgust at the smell of cigarettes as he tuck a strand behind his ear.
"John?"
"Kid, you need to stop allowing this to happen. I didn't need Wonder Woman on my arse because your ghostly father was pestering her about you being taken."
Danny supressed the urge to laugh rather hysterically because he doesn't need people to remind him that Clockwork is basically his dad in the ghost aspect of things because he basically called dibs.
"Why didn't you leave?"
"Got taken as human, in front of many people. In Gotham. Tell your batty paramour I'm fine."
John choked on his cigarette as he protested about Batman being his paramour but Danny knew that they were AT LEAST tumbling in bed because why else did Danny have the attention of the Bat Brood and it WASN'T because he was prime adoption bait no matter what his classmates said. Nor was it the fact that he accidentally punched Red Hood one time because the revnant decided to sneak up on him one day when he was walking home. Didn't even hear what the man said, just fucking bolted.
"Let's just go, you little brat. I can't believe I let your sister talk me into being your knight." John mumbled as Danny stood next to John while the man grabbed the back of Danny's shirt like he was-
the majority has said yes! iāll most likely write my favorite prompts into fanfics (one shots or full chaptered fics) !!!
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