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it really is quite bad for your military to have an image of itself as a warrior class. what you really want is for your soldiers to think of themselves as boring professionals who will fill out a report form if someone gets a little too warrior ethos out there
really love this story, and I know that the side verses are already very detailed. But I really love the idea of twins growing up with Ghost.
I also like the idea that Rhea has some kind of Stark ancestry. So I Propose, the Granny AU or the She-Wolf AU.
the AU I picture is that Rhea’s grand parents on her mother’s side were Starks. And since we know that there were dire wolves were in the north centuries before the main story, it kinda sorta make sense. It could be that while dire wolves had died out in Winterfell, other cadet branches of House Stark still had there’s but even those were dying out until ghost is born. Then, Rhea’s great grandma, who is like a hundred years old or something, has her extremely old (because my headcanon is that bonded direwolves live as long as their bonded and no one can convince otherwise) welp a magical pup with White Fur and Red eyes while a wierwood tree is being spooky in the background.
grandma kinda just stares for a little bit, complains about stupid prophecies coming true two hundred years too early, and starts cussing and wondering which of her Grandbabies gave birth to a prophecy baby.
and then she kinda just goes around to her various relatives who all hug her and look absolutely shocked she is still alive. And she kinda just uses ghost like Cinderella’s glass slipper to find the right baby. And literally the last place she looks is in Runestone where one of her grandbabies married a Royce and has two daughters. Being Rhea and her sister.
maybe in this AU, Grandma convinces Rhea not to hide the twins, as that will most likely end in tears. Instead choosing to gaslight and gatekeep Daemon into believing that his enemies have been sabotaging his mail or something. Or this could be like the Regnal AU, and Grandma is butting heads with Baelon and Alyassane like “I am older than your entire dynasty, and the wolf stays in their cradle, see? they love him”.
So, fun (recent) fact, Rhea's (and Elys's) great-grandmother is a Stark! See Resonant family tree here. It's through her maternal grandmother, who was a Blackwood. If it were through her mother, then Elys wouldn't share the same Stark blood, as they are half-sisters.
I do find the premise of a very elderly, hermit-like Stark great-grandmother very fun. Presumably she returned to the North after her Blackwood husband died and her children were married off? Though for the sake of her very old bones (by my calculations, she'd definitely be close to 100 years old!), I hope she doesn't have to travel too much in search of the correct great-grandchild!
As far as Alysanne and Baelon, I actually see Alysanne being fairly open to the relation + dire wolf adoption? She seemed to be quite taken with the North and the Wall, even if her "gift" to the Night's Watch was not particularly well-received. I think it would please her for some of that legacy to exist in her own grandchildren.
Baelon might be a little skeptical of wolves, which he perceives as less intelligent than dragons, being allowed near tender babes, but tbh the biggest objection likely comes from Daemon, who is much more fiercely proud of their Targaryen heritage (dragons) and doesn't want it lost within the Vale between living at Runestone and random Stark relatives trying to bestow hell beasts upon his children.
Suzaku is under hated
I hate this man so much. Like on a spiritual level.
Like I used to love Suzululu so much but now I hate everything about it. There has never been a ship that sabotaged enemies to lovers more for me than this one.
Colonial Police ahh motherfucker
Kissing the imperial boot ahh motherfucker
He is giving so much Abu Shabab energy, its crazy. Including the fact that he is being plainly used as a imperial propaganda tool.
He literally gets shot in the first episode by his own commanding officer and is thrown away like trash.
And he still talking about wanting to fix the system. Man sybau.
And the fact that the internal narrative of the show portrayed the conflict between him and Lelouch as somehow a deep philosophical debate. like excuse me??? That shit wasn't deep at all. this motherfucker was literally a stormtrooper. tf.
Britannia is literally so evil, it could not have been more obvious who was in the right.
None of the other villains of the show (and yes Suzaku is a fucking villain) are even close to the level of self delusion and hypocrisy that Suzaku exabits.
Suzaku was raised as a child soldier, and is a child soldier the second we meet him. He has the belief that he can change the system because at his core, he is naive and has lived as a soldier for all of his teenage years. He is a hypocrite, sure, but so is Lelouch. They're hypocrites in a show filled with hypocrites, and at the core of their relationship is that they both have an incomplete view of the world, blinded by their lack of lived experience.
Lelouch's beliefs aren't perfect either, and that's why they work so perfectly as foils. Suzaku has faith in a system that Lelouch has not, and even when Lelouch's belief of Britannia being an evil empire rotten from the inside is the most logical and close to reality, he still has a ton of blind spots that other characters (C.C. and Kallen for example) call him out on, on getting so confident on his plans that when they backfire he is ready to give up and sulk, disregarding all the people that have already died for his cause.
Suzaku isn't uniquely evil, or a villain. He is a boy so far down in the cogs of imperialism that he believes what he is doing will liberate everyone in the long run, even when staring at the damage he has caused. He is a hypocrite, but that is hardly news in the world of Code Geass.
I tagged that I was gonna fight people, and I will.
First of all- Raised to be child soldier???
You mean, volunteered? Joining the ranks and becoming an honorary Britannian? Wanting to prove that elevens can be useful to the system and rise to the top from within. And yes, I am saying elevens here, because Suzaku supports the very system that has completely de humanized and enslaved his own people.
Son of the Prime minister, I am 100% sure that Suzaku could have lived a relatively good life. Considering his cousin Kaguya lived well compared to most Japanese people living in the Ghettos.
There has never been any indication that Suzaku was in anyway coerced or in anyway forced to join Britannia's military. Or that Britannia was conscripting people from their colonies. So the only thing left for me to think is that he volunteered to join. Because we know that Honorary Britannia's aren't even given weapons. And why would you be conscripting people if you not gonna arm them.
And, so why would he volunteer? Oh he tells us this himself. When it turns out that it was never about ideals or ethics for Suzaku. No. He is doing this because he thinks its atoning for killing his father and leading to his country becoming a vassal state and surrendering with barely a fight.
And now his new goal, after through sheer luck (because Britannia's racist system would not even give this man a gun, much less a gundam), he got to become a knighmare pilot. He wants to be the Knight of One so he could request to become the colonial governor of area 11.
Give me a fucking break.
I have never met a character I sympathized with less. When this man was in a gundam watching as Britannia destroyed ghettos full of his people, all the while he blamed Zero for all the violence. He blamed the "terrorists" for fighting back.
You can say he was traumatized however much you want, in my eyes he is completely unredeemable.
Suzaku is under hated
I hate this man so much. Like on a spiritual level.
Like I used to love Suzululu so much but now I hate everything about it. There has never been a ship that sabotaged enemies to lovers more for me than this one.
Colonial Police ahh motherfucker
Kissing the imperial boot ahh motherfucker
He is giving so much Abu Shabab energy, its crazy. Including the fact that he is being plainly used as a imperial propaganda tool.
He literally gets shot in the first episode by his own commanding officer and is thrown away like trash.
And he still talking about wanting to fix the system. Man stfu.
And the fact that the internal narrative of the show portrayed the conflict between him and Lelouch as somehow a deep philosophical debate. like excuse me??? That shit wasn't deep at all. this motherfucker was literally a stormtrooper. tf.
Britannia is literally so evil, it could not have been more obvious who was in the right.
None of the other villains of the show (and yes Suzaku is a fucking villain) are even close to the level of self delusion and hypocrisy that Suzaku exabits.
started watching code geass
The bluest member of his national guard unit.
Earned the nickname Spinzaku with the way he constantly turns his back on the left.
Always makes sure to thank the working class engineers who constructed his hyper powered death mecha.
And he always stands up for the little guy by becoming a member of the aristocracy.
We salute you, Suzaku "I'll Become a Benevolent Ruler of a Colonized State" Kururugi.
I have found my people
started watching code geass
I have been a fan of the show but never really part of the fandom. Mostly because of the people who Stan this mfr. oh, I hate him so much. But watching this show as a kid, I never really picked up on why i hated him until now.
Still thinking about the Social Worker Jazz concept that @gilbirda posted about and it's slowly turning into a full Anger Management fic send help
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Jason at length - much longer than it really should have taken really - set the resume down.
The new Social Worker’s resume. Because she was there, in his office, trying to convince him to hire her as a member of his criminal organization.
Crime Alley’s new social worker. A bright eyed Midwestern transplant from some tiny speck of a place that only qualified as a city because there was nothing bigger in a hundred miles in any direction to claim otherwise. The new social worker who had a Psy D. and three masters degrees and who had graduated Valedictorian. The one that had high paying private gigs lined up all over the country with the offering companies fighting over her.
The one who had, apparently, decided to take a shit job in Gotham’s shoddy social services department instead. The one that got kicked to Crime Alley - which was its own division despite technically being a small neighborhood in the grand scheme of things - within her first month. Supposedly for the sole purpose of scaring her off or getting her killed for all the questions she was asking and secret dealings she was sticking her nose into.
That social worker.
“I’m gonna need you to run this by me again.” Jason said, never so grateful for the voice modulator in his helmet as he was in that moment. It stripped out the bewilderment that had bled through into his words and made him sound stoic instead.
“I’d like to work for you.” The social worker - one Dr. Jasmine Nightingale - repeated primly. Back straight, clothes neat - if skewing more on the librarian side of professional - expression confident and hopeful. Completely and utterly oblivious of how fucking insane she sounded. “I was told that you’re the person in charge of Crime Alley.”
He resisted the urge to scrub at his face. It’d just look weird with his helmet on and not do anything to actually settle him in that moment anyway. “I understood that part.”
“Look, Doc,” She earned a doctorate and she was crazy enough to waltz into the office of one of Gotham’s most powerful Crime Lords, he’d be respectful about using her proper title at least, even if he suspected she was ten pounds of crazy in a five pound bag. “You’re going to have to tell me why. I was under the impression the only reason you ended up dumped on our end of the city ws because you wouldn’t play ball. But now you want to sign up for my crew?”
Nightingale frowned a little at that.
“Is that what people are saying?”
“What else are they gonna say?” Jason answered, leaning back in his seat, “Head of the department only dumps Crime Alley on folks he don’t like. And everyone knows he doesn’t like anyone that can’t or won’t play his game by his rules.”
“Alright, well. I’ll give you that.” Nightingale conceded, “Payne doesn’t like me. The feeling’s mutual. But for the record,” She added giving him a wry smile, as if sharing wry smiles with Red Hood was just something people did, “I asked to be assigned to the Park Row and Bowery neighborhoods.”
“You wanted to work here.”
“Yes.”
“Bullshit.”
Nightingale laughed. It was a bright sound. Not especially clear or pretty, but warm and welcoming in a way that carefully calculated giggles or overdone guffaws couldn’t be. Something with real and honest amusement in it, that encouraged those nearby to laugh along. Not the kind of involuntary, nervous chuckling people tended to slip into when they thought they had pissed someone that scared them off.
She just wasn’t intimidated by him at all, was she?
Behind his helmet, Jason found himself smiling. Just a bit.
G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉
It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.
"Kin-slayer."
Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.
Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."
Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."
Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"
"Get in the water."
Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-
Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.
"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-
"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?
"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.
Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."
@victoria-has-no-secret it would be the most traumatizing 15 minutes of his life knowing that danny will drag it on long enough for maximum terror. When he gets there, Danny would be all 'professional-like' and devoid of the resentment that Damian, in his panic, thought this was a different ghost but wore his brother's face for some reason. It doesn't help that Danny assumed a more 'human' form than the mangled more ghostly form back at the pit waters. The whiplash of attitudes, denial, and the adrenaline would convince him that Paperwork! Danny is different from Siren-would-drown-gotham-if-damian-doesnt-kill-himself! Danny
Meanwhile batfam are Panicking. Some weird Pit demon just dragged their baby bat into its waters and hasnt come back to the surface! (Time is a bit weird between the infinite realms and dc-verse) Bruce could feel the immense resentment that was honed in on Damian. The pit demon ignored him with single minded focus to get at Damian. He tried to push his son behind him, telling him to fall back but Damian is just... frozen there. A complicated look on his face before settling on horror and reluctant guilt. Bruce doesn't know what to think about that. The being screeched at Damian again to get in the water. It was making him choose to kill himself and Bruce is not having any of that. He was horrified to see Damian, as if hypnotized, grimly enthralled, slowly steps forward to it despite Bruce's protests. Teeth grit in terror and guilt and frustrations as if his body was being controlled and Damian couldn't fight it. He sees the glowing green waters slowly surging forward worryingly close as if waiting to snatch up his son. Bruce snapped out of it and dropped whatever he was holding and tried to physically drag his son out of there but- but he couldn't?
Damian's breathe hitched and Bruce looked down to see a sickly pale clawed hands holding onto Damian's lower. The rotting mangled flesh of its face that looks so eeriely familliar. That is his son's face. Damian's face. The demon called his son 'kinslayer'. Who is this?
In that split second look down, the demon opened its mouth, showing a dark rotten tongue and screeched,
"G̷̢͎͖̞̫̥̬̮̟̍̾͋̂͛̐̌̓͒͑͜Ȩ̴̥̟̩̫̜̠̫͈̙̼̼̩̤̫́͊͜T̴̛͙̩͙̹̥̜̲̠̰͕͓͇͉̂̈́̋̊͝ ̷͈̥͈̦̻̭̦̠̿́͂̈̔̊̃͆̍̎̂̕̚Ï̸̧̭͓͙̻͔͇̤̞͂̑̌̏N̸̡̦͉̈́̒̓̊̃͐̓́͠͝ ̸̢̢̯͙͙̩͕͉̦͓̥͇̰̄̓̎̉Ţ̶͍̟̬̘̤͕̲͉͔̳͖̜̪̖͊̓̅͋̀̈́̈͐H̷̭̖͖͈̻̝̘͓̫̺͉̻̣̥͓͉̕Ȩ̸̨̧̻͎̖̟̦͍̥̔͑̅̀̀̿̈̄̈́̚͘ ̸̢̡͍̘̪͓̥̉̀͋̋͊W̵̡̺̫̝̱͕̞̥̭̦͙̮̮͕̗̖̃̑̉̈̎͒̂̽̎̋̎͊̓̚͜͝͠A̴̡̛̞̙͕̖̼͚̬̗̭͂̿̏̀͊͋͆̕ͅT̸̡̧͙͕͓̳͉̗̯̥̱͛̑̇̀͌̍̃̋̚ͅÊ̷̢̛̤̙͕̫̺͍̼͛̽̔͑͗́̈́̈́̑̑̐̕R̶̳̥͓͈͉̼͕̠̼̗͂̓͐̔͌͘͠!̸̡̛̣̥͍̥͕̩̫̳͑̐̈́̽͝!̶̡̟͖̪͔͚̝̥̙̹͖̼̮̌̈́̆̽̈́̾͝͝ͅͅ!̷̜̠͇̯̬̖͂̓̀̿͘"
It made Bruce's ears ring despite all the protections his suit had to things like it and unconsiously loosened his grip on Damian. A mistake. The demon quickly tugged him away from his arms and dragged him bodily through the dirt to the glowing waters. Damian tried to claw his way from it but ends up in the shallow pools shouting and gargling from the waters from each tug that unbalance him and forces his head to fall to the waters, slowly dragging him deeper. Bruce, quick on his feet, tried to chase. Tried to dive in but as he stepped on the shallow waters, his feet slowly sink on the ground. Tripping and slowing him down, not helping his panic and the jackhammering of his heart as his watched his son slowly disappear under the pits.
As his family panics, Damian is suffering paperwork with shaking hands and heavy guilty heart as this being that wore his dead brother's face is smilling at him as he explains each part that he needs to fill up. He wary, worried he'll see his actual dead brother at the corner if his eye.
But oh! Oh!! Are EITHER of them his brother?
One is a demon. A Reaper. A bloody and vengeful Siren. The other a mocking bureaucrat. Neither a child. Neither who his brother WAS. The dead do not change, do they?
So why...
Who.....
Who EXACTLY has his brothers soul? He has never wondered. Never considered. But... but surely he was at rest, right? Yet he can not fool himself. These mockery are too well done. Do they have him?
Does Danyal suffer in the clutches of these demons? Lost amongst the restless dead? Because... because he was unavenged? Because of Damian?
It hurts to breathe. His hands shake.
Is... is the only way to SAVE his brother to avenge him? When he was the one who... Must he kill... himself, then? Would that bring Danyal's soul peace?
Or is it a trick? Played by demons? Preying upon the sins he can not forgive himself for? The mistakes of his past?
The Bats? Gonna be IN IT for a looooong while. So much arcana research and magician bothering. Long nights, climbing very, VERY tall mountains to go bother old monks. Leave the monks alone guys, they are busy doing monk business.
All? While Danny is like "well'p! That was fun! Sure spooked him! Glad I got that outta my system!" *promptly forgets about it*
Red Robin and Nightwing had arrived in time to see Bruce screaming for Damian, futilely searching the shallows where he'd last seen Damian's head go under. The bubbling acidic liquid was already eating into Bruce's suit.
Direct exposure to the Pit would kill the healthy and risk temporary Pit Rage for those it heals. Tim had to drag Bruce back out. Then he had to catch and drag Nightwing away to keep him from diving in after Damian.
Once he was sure they wouldn't kill themselves trying to dive in, he jury-rigged a grapple to try to dredge the pool. If there was even a chance... The Pit might revive him if it killed him. He'd dredge the whole pool if he had to. He wasn't giving up on his gremlin brother.
Dick and Bruce joined in with their own jury-rigged grapples as soon as they could.
Time passed differently in the Realms than in the living world. Hours of paperwork was barely fifteen frantic minutes under Gotham.
When Damian finally finished with the paperwork, the Paperwork Demon shoved him out of the room and between one blink and the next, the Pit Demon was back in front of him. His dead brother's face in a rictus viciously mocking grin.
"Time's up," the demon(?) with his brother's death-pale, sunken face mocked as his clawed hand gripped Damian by the collar, yanking him into the air.
Damian scrabbled at his hand, reflexively trying to escape. "Wait! Ple-please," he choked out. "My-my brother-"
The grin twisted into a scowl. "You lost the right to call me your brother when you murdered me, kinslayer." He hissed, sharp teeth snapping at him.
"Let- my bro- Danya-" Damian choked again as the grip tightened and shook him.
"SILENCE! You're not worthy. You never deserved me."
Damian wheezed, trying desperately to ask if this demon truly spoke for Danyal. Was Danyal here? The true Danyal? His brother's kind, gentle soul - too gentle for the League of Assassins and grandfather. The paperwork and Pit demons wore his face and knew too much of him, but they weren't truly his brother, right? Right?
"Dan-"
But the Demon's face twisted and suddenly Damian was launched backwards and through a standing wall-portal(?), and green covered his vision. He thrashed in the thick liquid, instinctively struggling to surface. He had no idea which way was up or out of the liquid.
Just as he started fearing he would drown, something touched his back. He twisted, grabbing at anything solid, and his hands brushed and then grabbed onto a familiar sort of cable. A grappling line.
He pulled at it, desperately hoping, and abruptly was being yanked forward, up and out. The green parted and he gasped in air. Voices shouting but he couldn't parse what they were saying. He was pulled across the pool, hanging onto the line with a death grip. Stone scraped his knee pads and he tried to push himself up and out. But then there were familiar hands gripping him, lifting him out of the Pit and onto dry land.
Damian coughed, breathing roughly as Bruce folded his youngest into his arms and held him close. Dick was right there clinging and fussing over Damian. Tim was right beside them, easing his grapple line out of Damian's grip. Damian switched his grip to the edge of his father's cape.
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Danny huffed and then slowly inhaled and exhaled, letting his features morph back to normal. He let go of the spike of old anger and current annoyance. Then grinned. Damian had deserved that prank. It had felt vindicating to watch him sweat and flail out of his depth, nothing like the proud, superior princeling of the League.
But he had a lot of other names to go through.
Danny pushed aside the old memories. He'd never been wanted by his birth family, never been good enough for them to actually care. He'd moved on with his life. He had found a new family that wanted him.
Damian had deserved a good scare after all he'd done.
This fandom goes dark sometimes, but this is brutal. Not that I don't adore a different take than just "Danny forgives Damian immediately because it was Ra's' fault for raising him that way despite that in any Demon Twin AU Danny would be raised the exact same way and came out fine more or less."
Damian can't sleep anymore, every time he so much as blinks he sees the funhouse mirror version of his brother waiting, always ready for him.
Him explaining to his beloved family exactly who Danyal was, and why he would be so furious with Damian was a really bad conversation for everyone. Trying to explain how he hadn't brought it up because he didn't think he had done anything wrong for the first several months, and then continuing to say nothing because he was too guilty, did not help the situation.
Constantine reassures Damian (under the strictest of oaths to keep his trap shut) that "Danyal" was probably a Guilt Demon - never alive, couldn't be his brother at all - just reading his mind and picking the most painful form to paralyse him. Damian protests but John reminds him that it did actually work, Damian ultimately fought off his own father and entered the water of his own free will following the demon. Constantine puts himself on the case of exactly why a demon lord was so desperate to temporarily drag Damian to hell.
Damian still isn't sleeping. Bruce benches him and is more scared than ever when it barely gets a reaction.
The name 'Constantine' begins with a 'C'. After Danny purposefully chose Damian as his first victim, he goes alphabetically for the rest. And returning from the dead isn't as common as you'd think - the Justice League are just outliers. So it doesn't take too long for Constantine's reckoning.
He's missing for a week.
Constantine shows up on Wayne manor's doorstep with terrible news. The being wasn't a demon - a being who had never been anything else. It was Damian's brother. Or it had been, once.
"You grew up around water. " Constantine started his explanation on what had happened to Danyal. From all of Damians accounts he was a kind and gentle soul. One who broke down after being forced to make his forst kill. One who chose to train stealth and quick kills rather than interrogation. One who hadn't made it to double digits. "You grew up around death waters. That has an effect. You had been seperated long enough that it's hold on you is fading but him? He was most likely drawn to the water spirits after death by its essence. They are not kind and being under their care may have changed him. This is all conjecture but he may have been made into a retreiver. They take those who have evaded death to be dealt with. Damian died and came back and it was coincidence his brother was assigned to grab him. However emotions are magnified after death and the most prominent emotion becomes a significent part of them. If what you say is true than he formed in the afterlives believing you murded him and that fear and dislike could have become hate and embedded itself into his spirit. He was given the chance to punish his murderer. He took it. Your brother is suffering, it would take a lot of work to help and even then it would only be if he felt the issue resolved he could release the emotions." The bats were horrified at the fate of a child but they were determined to help him.
In another part of the country Danny, released of his grudge towards his brother, grabbed another soul to bring to the paperwork room and felt like something significant had happened which would bit him in the ass.
My brain is doing a thing but, words
Being a ghost is Different, and as much as he's alive he is dead. What if, if they see the one responsible for their death, true or perceived fault, they Need revenge. From a petty prank to long time haunting to a fatal "accident" befalling them. It's instinct. When Sam set up Danny's accident for the second time, it was murder, Danny found out after the fact and he did get revenge. I don't know how but he did. And as soon as he saw Damian's name on that list he Had To. But he chose not to hurt him, physically/ worse. To a ghost I imagine this was fairly tame considering all after the water scene was just Danny's emotional reaction. It was the first part that was the revenge, the change of looks and empty threats (not that Damian knew that)
I don't often do art but damn this AU caught my attention and wouldn't leave me alone.
Ghosts Tell Me
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Ghosts gather near the place where something bad is going to happen,
Danny with his ghost sense tends to notice before anyone else and tends to react outwardly before the danger even happens, gaining a reputation of seeing the future,
Ghosts also tell Danny things, causing Danny to know more about situations and the people around him, it comes of as suspicious.
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Danny pulling away a snack from his coworker: "Careful your allergic to these ingredients!"
Coworker: "How the hell...I've never mentioned that to anyone."
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Danny on a phone call with his friends while doing his nightly walks in Gotham: "Yeah so apparently the second Robin who is now Red Hood has very personal beef with the clown here cuz he got killed by him after being sold out by his bio mom, which really sucks for the poor guy."
Oracle who has been keeping an Eye on Danny cuz he's very suspicious from an outsiders pov: "Hey B, I think we have a problem."
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Danny notices that the ghost in Gotham tends to gather where something bad is going to happen, the more they are the worse the situation will be: *glowing smoke leaves from his mouth* "Yikes! Very bad vibes here, nope!"
Gothamites who at this point recognize him and know the drill and quickly pack up their things to leave:
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Just an Idea
just the thought that the bats aren't as used to his shenanigans, but the common people of the city are. So the glowing smoke leaves his mouth and a bat's immediate thought is "suspicous gas? Meta? concerningly strong vape being sold to minors?"
But every civilian in the area immediately just turns and walks away.
The bat's try to ask what's going on and just get "yeah, apollo's little helper over there does that sometimes. Dammit, I just want one good commute to work for once..." and then a solid roll of the eyes
and
wow, thanks dude. That totally explained everything about this situation. I am truly enlightened! I understand it all now!.... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON BRO
“Ew,” the guy next to Tim cringes. He takes a whole step back from the street, even. “Oh, bad vibes. Don’t like.”
Even though the crossing indicator changes from “WAIT” to “WALK,” everyone nods, or groans, but seems to agree. As one they turn, heading back the way they came.
Those across the street see them, then look at the guy. They must see something Tim doesn’t, because they turn right around, too.
The indicator switches from “WALK” to a countdown, and the crossing stays clear.
“Um?” Tim starts.
Tam’s too busy going along with it, grabbing Tim’s arm and pulling him away. “Let’s go, this way.”
“What? Tam, why’re we going? The building’s, like, right there.” He gestures across the street, to emphasize the right there-ness of it. The Gotham in him says, “Don’t ask, just go,” but the detective in him insists he find out why. He needs an explanation.
“Can’t cross that,” she says, which is not an explanation. “We’ll have to go around the block instead. Walk fast, the meeting’s still in five.”
The man, who’s arbitrarily decided for an entire crowd of late Gothamites that foot traffic needed redirection, doesn’t seem to be getting himself outta the way of whatever he called. He stands there, lingering on the curb. His light eyes dart around the air like he’s looking for something. Or maybe like he’s seeing something.
Out of his mouth bleeds a trail of mist.
Tim’s own eyes narrow. “Tam?” he urges, feet planted.
Tam hesitates, then sighs.
“Right. You were out in San Fran the last two weeks. Listen, this dude,” she jerks her head in the direction of Volunteer Traffic Officer, “has been around a while. Maybe a few months, mostly sticks to the Narrows. His rep only started picking up a little ago, though. He’s got some crazy instincts. When he nopes out of a public space, it does everyone well to follow, now will you come on?”
Tim glances back. The guy doesn’t look like much, but Tim knows how looks can be deceiving. How does his power work? What kinds of threats does he pick up? What threat is he picking up now, at a random intersection, at one in the afternoon?
Tam’s voice drops to a pointed hiss. “If you wanna stick around and find out, that’s fine by me. But you should at least change suits first.”
Right. Right, okay. He’ll address the fact that there’s an open secret of a precognitive meta just wandering downtown Gotham later, he’ll address the fact that it’s already so normalized that nobody bothered to tell him when it’s safe. For now, he had to get Tam Fox, civilian, and Tim Drake, Wayne Foundation employee, out of the way.
And Traffic Officer, while he’s at it.
“Hey! You coming?” Tim offers. “You should split, too.”
“Uh,” says the guy. He looks less and less sure of his call every second, a hand coming up to tug at overgrown, black locks. “Yeah, maybe. It’s just… weird. I’ve never seen so many—”
Before he can explain what many he’s seeing, the manhole in the intersection explodes.
Tam shrieks, noise and force and light. Tim culs over her to shield her best he can with his (upsettingly minimal) bulk, shattered bits of asphalt and debris spraying against his back.
When Tim snaps his eyes back open, falling into a defensive stance, Traffic Officer is still there. He stands straight, looking oddly untouched for someone who was decidedly closer to the blast. There’s no dirt on his white shirt. He doesn’t even seem to have flinched.
A familiar, gravelly chuckle echoes through the dust.
“Hello, boy,” says the voice.
“Killer Croc,” says Tim.
“Oh, Jeez, what the hell,” says the guy.
Killer Croc’s hulking form ripples and looms. Fresh sewer water shines his scales. Behind three hundred pounds of lizard skin, from the sewer he’d just crawled out of, emerge the usual cast of goons.
Croc grins. “Ain’tcha know? You’ve got a price on your head. Don’t worry—” odd thing to say, after the literal most worrying sentence ever— “I’ll be eating the competition. All you have to do… is get me everything I want.”
Then Croc lunges, and things start to move very, very fast.
I was watching a ghost hunter show where the ‘ghost’ could only use the machine to say pre-recorded words. And I had an idea. We know that technology can’t always work with ectoplasm. So what if ghost speak couldn’t be heard over the phone? And to call for help, the Amity Parkers had to get creative to get ahold of the Justice League when the GIW declares all out war on all the ghosts and liminal in town.
Dead End Call
“Hello, you have reached the Justice League emergency hotline. What is the nature of your emergency?”
“Hello, hello. Emergency, hello. Justice League.” A distorted male voice answered back.
“Yes, I can hear you. Can you hear me? what is the nature of your emergency?” Green Lantern asked again.
“I can hear you, emergency. Hello Justice League. Hello emergency.”
“Do you need help? Can you hear me?”
“Help. Help. Can you hear me? Help.” The voice distorted again to something like static.
“Prank calls aren’t funny kid. This is an emergency line.” With an exasperated sigh, Green Lantern hung up.
“What was that about?”
“It’s just a prank call. Some kid using a voice mod thing.”
“Really? That’s annoying.”
“I know. But it’s not that unusual. Kids don’t have anything better to do during the summer.”
“I guess. What are you doing on hotline duty? You’re not scheduled for refresher training for another few months, right?”
“Food fight in the cafeteria. Batman added everyone involved to additional monitor or dispatch duty twice a week for the next month.”
“Yikes. Hate to be you. Who else got caught?”
“Flash, Plasticman, Vigilante, and Shining Knight.”
Zatanna raised an eyebrow. “Can’t imagine Sir Justin getting involved in a food fight.”
Hal shrugged with a good-humored smirk, “Vig took a salad bowl to the head, Sir Justin jumped in to cover his retreat. Right in time for Bats to break up the fun.”
Zatanna giggled, “Poor Sir Justin.”
“Poor Sir Justin?” Hal Jorden gasped dramatically, “What about me? I was just an innocent bystander.”
“I’m sure you were.”
“What are you doing here anyway?”
“Unlike you. I’m just here for one shift for refresher dispatch training.”
“Good for you. Well, have at it. The active-duty roster is on the big screen with who's suited up and available.”
Zatanna looked up at the large monitor with pinging dots in various locations around the world. “Alright. A bit better than the old system of scrolling for available heroes and asking where they are.”
“Yeah, Cyborg linked everyone’s com into the system so we can tell who is where, when their com is active.”
“Sounds good. Alright, Let’s do this.” Zatanna put headset on and clicked ‘available operator’ on the screen. Immediately her phone rang. “Hello, this is the Justice League Emergency Hotline. What is the nature of your emergency?”
“Emergency. Hello, Justice League. Emergency.” A female voice came through her headset. The connection was very poor. Interference and static came through.
“Can you hear me? This is the Justice League emergency Hotline. Do you need help?” Zatanna looked over at Hal. He was fiddling with his headset cord. He looked up at her and she gestured her head to the screen. It was the same number as his prank call.
“Hear me? Help. Justice League. Emergency Help.” The feminine voice sounded vaguely familiar. Zatanna ignored it to confront the prankster.
“Kid, this isn’t a joke. This is a serious line for actual emergencies. You can’t keep calling. I’m going to hang up now. Please don’t call back.”
“Isn’t a Joke. This isn’t a Joke. Please don’t. Hang up now. Actual Emergencies. Keep calling. Hotline. Justice League. Help. For actual emergencies.” The static under the female voice sharpened. Zatanna paused. Her finger was just hovering over the button to end the call when something stopped her. The tone of voice was sharp. Irritated. Also, strangely familiar. After a second it dawned on her. Hal was still looking at her, so she waved him over to listen into the call. Once he was listening with his own muted headset, she asked “Are you…? Are you repeating what I’m saying?”
“Repeating. Help. Isn’t a Joke. What I’m saying. Emergency. Help. Hello. Help. Emergency.”
Zatanna finally recognized the voice. “Is that my voice? Are you repeating with my voice?”
“Repeating. Voice. You. Emergency. Help. Isn’t a Joke. Help. Justice League. Don’t. Hang Up.”
“You’re using my voice to talk back to me? My words. And…You can only repeat what you hear… is that right?” Zatanna shared a glance with a horrified Hal. Him, just realizing he had hung up on an actual emergency. Not a kid playing a joke.
Zatanna’s own voice echoed staticky in her ear. “Right. Right. Can repeat. Only. Talk back. Using voice. Help. Emergency help.”
“Are you in danger?” She looked over at Hal who was typing on his own computer to trace the call origin. He looked back at her and shook his head. Weirdly, they can’t find where the signal is coming from.
“Danger. Emergency. Help Justice League. Help. In danger”
“I understand. I’m going to ask you where you are. Do you understand?” Zatanna was going to have to narrow this down. She pulled up a world map onto her screen.
“Understand. Help. Emergency.” The static in the voice softened slightly. Like relief.
“OK, we need to know where you are. What continent are you on? Asia? Africa? Australia? Europe? North America? South America?”
“North America. Help. Emergency.”
Zatanna clicked on the screen to enlarge the North American Continent. “OK, you’re in North America. Are you in Canada or America?”
“America. Help.”
Another click of the mouse to focus on the USA. “OK are you in the North, Northeast, Southeast, West, Southwest, or Midwest?”
“Midwest. Midwest. Help emergency. Help. America. Midwest.”
“OK I’m going to ask your state now. Do you know it?” Zatanna clicked on the Midwest region of the map to enlarge it more. Hal was standing up now. Anticipation making his body glow faintly green. He was texting something on his phone, but Zatanna ignored it to focus on her own echoing voice on the other end of the line.
“Know it. know it.” Her voice repeated back, “Ask.”
“Are you in North Dakota? Are you in Minnesota? Are you in South Dakota? Are you in Nebraska, Kansas, Iowa, Missouri, Wisconsin, Illinois, Michigan-“
The voice interrupted her. “Illinois. Illinois, Midwest America, Illinois. Help. Emergency. Justice League Help.”
“Do you know where in Illinois you are?”
“Yes, yes. Where Illinois. Emergency. Ask.”
Zatanna enlarged the map of the state infront of her. The closest hero was in Detroit Michigan and they didn’t’ have any abilities to help them get to Illinois quickly. She gestured to Hal to look at the screen. He nodded his understanding. “Do you know where in the state you are? what region or what county?
“County. Know. County.”
“OK I’m going to name a few counties. Tell me yes or no if you are there, okay?”
“Yes, yes. Tell me.”
Zatanna listed off the counties on the map. Her tongue slightly tangling over the midwestern words. “OK, Joe Durres, Steffensen, Winnebago, Boone, McHenry, Lake, Cook, Dupage, Kane, Dekalb, Ogle, Carroll, Whiteside, Lee-“
The voice interrupted again. “ Lake. County.”
“OK you’re in Lake County. is that right?” Zatanna clicked over the county and enlarged the map.
“Right. Right, help. Emergency. In Lake County.”
“OK I’m going to name off some cities in Lake County. Are you in a city? yes or no”
“City no. name cities. Yes.”
Zatanna paused for a second. “Do you mean you are not in a city, but you can name the closest one to you? yes or no?”
“Yes. Name. Closet one. Name. Closest. City. Emergency.”
“Okay. I understand. Are you in Gurney? are you in Libertyville, Grayslake, round lake, or round lake beach? Are you in Lake Forest, Zion, Vernon Hills, Highland Park, or north Chicago-“
The voice cut her off again. “Park.”
“Are you in Highland Park?”
“No. Park. In Park. Park. Park. Park. Emergency. In Park.” The tone of the voice did’t change but the words came faster, almost overlapping over themselves.
“OK calm down. Let me understand. Are you in a park or in a place called park?”
“In a place called Park. Help emergency. In place called park.”
Zatanna scanned the list of Illinois cities called ‘Park’ in the county. “OK are you in Round Lake Park or Beach Park, Deerfield Park, Park City, or Deer Park.”
“No. Place called Park. No city. place called park.”
“So you’re in a place called Park but it’s not a city is that right?”
“ Right. Place call park. Emergency. not city. Help.”
“OK, let's go down the list. Brook Park, Mill Park, Park Barrington, River Park, Park Township, VernonPark Hills, West Keegan Park, West Deerfield Park, Amity Park, Wheeling Park-“
“Amity. Amity Park. Emergency in Amity Park. Emergency in Amity Park. emergency help help emergency.”
“OK you're an Amity Park. Is that right?”
“Right. Right. In Amity Park”
Zatanna nodded to Hal who was still texting on his phone. He nodded back to her.
“OK, I know where you are now. Now we need to know what kind of emergency is it a natural disaster? is it a villain? is it an alien?”
“Villain. Emergency. villain villain villain.” The words came fast. Static was almost overwhelming.
“OK, calm down. I'm right here. Does the villain have powers or not.”
“Villian have. No. Powers. I'm here. Powers. Help. Natural- powers. Help. I'm. kind of. Natural. Help. Powers. We. Need help. OK?”
Zatanna paused. The sentences didn’t make sense. The villain did not have powers? But the caller said “I’m. Kind of. Natural.” She shared a look to Hal. Hal typed on his computer and a message appeared on her screen.
“I txted Flash. He can be there, but he needs to know what kind of situation he’s running into.” Zatanna read the message and nodded.
“OK. You need to give me more information. There are villains but they don’t have powers? Can you tell me what kind of natural powers you mean? Are they metagene powers? Are they magic? Are there weapons?”
“Magic. Weapons. Powers magic. I. powers. magic. Help. Can you help. Me?”
Zatanna felt a rush of fear. Magic powers. ‘Villains no powers. Weapons’ must mean that the villains don’t have any powers, but they have weapons that can affect the magic user who is calling. She looked over at Hal. He nodded. “Okay. I have magic too. I am going to Amity Park to help you. Can you tell me how many villains there are? Are there more than five or less than five?
“More than five. Villains. I have magic too. Villains. Weapons. more than we. I am going too. yes. Yes going. Help.”
So, the caller definitely needed magic backup. Zatanna gestured to Hal who began to send an all-notice message to any Magic using League hero. “Are the villains after your powers? is that right? the villains are attacking you for your powers?”
“Right. Right villains attacking for powers. Help emergency. More than me. Powers. Villains attacking. We need help. Amity park. Needs help.”
Zatanna froze. ‘We need help.’ More than me…powers. We need help. Oh god. “Is there more than one of you with magic? There’s a group of you with powers that the villains are attacking?” Zatanna asked. A group of magic users fighting villains? Maybe sending more magic users isn’t the best idea. They might need some heavy hitters for this.
“Group. with powers. Magic. Amity Park. Magic. Villains attacking. Disaster. Emergency help. Villains have. More than one of you. Of you. We. villains have. More than one. Of We.”
It took Zatanna only a second. By now she was standing up out of her chair. “Do The villains have hostages? With magic powers? How many?”
Hal had linked in the call with multiple coms. On the large monitor Zatanna could see multiple heroes dots shift slightly. All in the direction of Illinois. She was grateful to see Wonder Woman, Flash, and Captain Marvel all headed in that direction. “We’ve got hero’s coming your way. They will be there soon to help you and rescue the hostages.”
“Many hostages. Many magic in Amity Park. Weapons. Villains have. Weapons. We have. Magic. Villains have Hostages. Villains have. Soon. Powers. We need help. Heroes coming. Justice league. Help. Not villains. We not. Villains. Help we.”
Zatanna felt sick as she understood that message. ‘The villains have hostages and weapons. The caller and the others have powers. But then… villains have…soon…powers. Did that mean that the villains were taking powers away from whoever was calling? She paused at that last sentence. “You’re not the villains. what do you mean by that?
“We. Not. the Villains. Villains have hostages. Villains have weapons. Isn’t a joke. Isn’t. Isn’t Right. We. Not Villains. We Natural. We not weapons. We not villains. Help. Rescue hostages. Rescue. Me. Help Me. Help we have Powers. Help.”
“You’re not the villains, I know. You say you are natural. Do you mean that when the heroes get there, they might think you are the villains and get confused?” Zatanna knew that multiple heroes were silently listening to the call.
“We not the villains. Heroes might think. Powers. Are the. Weapons. We Amity Park. We need help. Justice league get here. Rescue Hostages.”
Hal messaged her again on her screen. Zatanna read off the message.
“We’ve alerted the Illinois National Guard as well. They’ll be there soon to help.”
“No. No. No. National Guard. No help. Villains. Guard villains. Help we. Help Amity Park.”
Zatanna looked confused. “What? No the national guard is coming there to help.”
“National Guard. The.Villains. They guard. The villains. No help. They’ll. Weapon. Amity Park. Powers. Justice League Rescue Amity Park. Help. Help. Help.” The static became so prevalent that Zatanna had to fight the impulse to rip the headset off. She tried to decipher the words.
“Okay. Okay we’ll help you. But we need to be able to find you. Are you in a house or a building? Can you get to a rooftop?”
“Building Rooftop. Heroes Find Me.”
“How can we find you? Can you wave a flag or give us a sign. Are you a woman or a man? What do you look like.”
There was a long pause. “I can. Wave. Kid. Kid. Woman. Kid woman.”
Zatanna wondered for a long moment where the word ‘kid’ came from before remembering when she first accused the caller of prank calling. She said ‘Kid, this isn’t a joke.’ The she felt bile flood her throat as she understood what they meant. “Are…are you a child?”
Zatanna’s own voice answered back. “Child. Kid. Woman child. Rooftop. Help Justice League. Find. Me. Help Hostages. Help. Amity Park.”
Flashes voice came over the com line. Muted from the call but clear in Zatanna’s other ear. “Oh my god. I’m here. It’s a war zone. There’s…We’re going to need back up. Medical units. There are tanks and fires everywhere. There’s been some kind of artillery shot at different buildings. It’s a war zone.”
There was a silent horrified moment as all the heroes listening absorbed the information. “I think I see our caller. It’s a little girl. Maybe eight or ten. White hair. She’s floating. She’s on the library roof with a giant phone. I think she sees me.”
In Zatanna’s other ear her own voice repeated. “Heroes find me. Rooftop. Help.”
“The man in red is called Flash. He’s there to help.”
“He’s there. Man In Red. Help. Flash. Find me.”
“I’m on my way too. Just stay with Flash and tell him what you need, okay sweetie?” Zatanna’s voice was infinitely softer now that she knew it was a child on the phone.
“Okay. Stay with Flash. Help. On. You. Way.”
The line shut off and Zatanna flinch at the sudden silence in her ear. She glanced over at Hal. “I’m going to Zeta down to Amity.”
“I’m right behind you. Flash said a war zone. I…I need to be there.”
Zatanna nodded at his guilty expression. “Right. Let’s hurry and get to Amity Park.”
Danny goes on Vacation and leaves his job to his Co-workers
So! Danny hasn't had a break from his Hero Career since the day he turned into a Ghost. He has been constantly fighting battle after battle against his worst enemies one after the other.
Even after joining the Justice League, he didn't really have a chance to take a break. He never really asked for help because it didn't seem like a big enough deal to bother them with. He just kept on working.
Until the day he accidently mentioned this to one of his Co-workers, and they practically Force him to take a Vacation.
He has been fighting Crime, nearly every single day since he was 14, with at most a day or two in between battles for all that time, and he is now entering his 20's. They are horrified that he never asked them for help, no matter how easy the job may have been.
After a while of convincing him, they eventually get him to agree to tale a Month-Long Vacation.
He actually gets really excited after he agrees, and he is planning on exploring deep space for the entire month. He is actually really looking forwards to it now, and seeing this everyone who volunteered to take over his Patrols all promise that they will absolutely not bother him until the trip is done.
So, Danny leaves for his Vacation and the other Heroes set up shop in Amity Park.
Danny left them instructions on how to deal with Ghosts, how to pacify specific Rogues, and how to sent them back to the Ghost Zone when they are done. They feel like they are fairly well prepared for their Month Long Mission, especially since Danny described it as a very easy job.
Then the first Rogue Attack happened.
The team dispatched there, made up of a few mid-level JLA Members and some JLD Members for safe measure, takes nearly an Hour to defeat the Ghost. And they barely manage it.
They are surprised at how hard it is, but are even more surprised when they find out that the "Box Ghost" is labeled as a Low-Level Nuisance.
So, they call in a few higher level members to help. They do not want to interrupt Danny's Vacation.
Then they have to call in more JLA members, and again, and again.
By the time Danny managed to get back from his Vacation, the Founding Members and all JLD have been called in.
He thanks then for the opportunity to finally have a break.
Danny: Seriously, thanks guys. This was the best break I've had in years.
JLA: *out of breath and haggard* yeah dude...no problem...let me just sit down for a minute...whew!
Danny: Oh, I can't wait for the next time I can go on vacation!
JLA: *looking like this: 😐* ...yeah sure bro...
So was Danny the only one on break or did Jasmine, Sam, Tucker, Valerie also take that month off? Are they in the background eating popcorn? When are the Parent's Fenton?
In the Tags I mentioned that the JLA needed to get some help from civilians, much to their embarrassment
One of the tougher "rouges" they fought was actually just Ellie wanting to mess with Danny's coworkers. She was the only one they didn't have instructions on how to deal with, except maybe a side note that only mentioned that she was visiting
Flash: What the [redacted]?! Superman, help!!
Ellie: Mwahahahahaha!
Superman: *pulls out Fenton blaster*
Superman: *shoots*
Superman: *misses*
Ellie: Hahaha! You guys suck!
Justice League: *only hears garbled white noise that is not white noise*
Superman: ...why do I feel offended for some reason?
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Jazz: *hears explosions*
Jazz: Oh for goodness sake, some of us are trying to work.
Sam: It's been an hour.
Jazz: Do we help them?
Sam: *looks out window*
Sam: Naw. It's just Ellie messing around.
Tucker: I'll ask if she can move them further away if that helps?
Jazz: You do that.
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Ellie: *messing with the Justice League*
Ellie: *pauses when her phone dings*
Ellie: *looks at phone and groans*
Ellie: Fine...
Ellie: *chases the Justice League further away*
Flash: Did she just pull out a phone?
You know how... world leaders can't just? SAY stuff? Because when they DO it's the Offical Stance(tm) of their Country?
That makes their Fuck Ups(tm) all the more serious. It's WHY they have press teams.
But!!!
WHAT IF?
They said something, PUBLICLY, on LIVE TELEVISION, that? Can not be taken back? Full on "masks off, behold the horrors you have payed for" moment?
Sure, they could SAY "that wasn't me" and "I was brainwashed" etc etc. But? If it's BIG enough? UGLY enough? TRUE??? People WILL find it. Dig and dig and dig like termites in the walls. Hunt like bloodhounds.
Riot in the streets.
Because? All it would TAKE? Is ONE half ghost, a few too many long nights trying to balance college classes and his internship, a bigotry filled call from back home, and staring down that empty fridge with just one box of moldering take out, because he's been too busy and stressed to remember to get GROCERIES AND-
Ah.
So this is what "so stressed you feel calm, I have run out of Fucks too give" feels like. Neat. *picks up phone* Hey, Sam? You still at that protest? Outside the presidential speech? Neat. Don't move.
One Phone Line Express later. SAM is telling him to breathe. Maybe... maybe calm down. Think about this. Others around her can see the same "spark of madness" glint in his almost zen like smile.
It Fiiiiine, Sam.
He's just here to Talk.
He disappears. Sam's freaking out. President stumbles but catches himself on the way to the mike. Up in the watch tower, various Magic users choke on their lunches, because a ghost just possessed the United States President.
ON LIVE TELEVISION.
He taps the Mike, smile, leans in real close like he's gonna Tell You Folks A Secret.... Aaaaand~
"The second you Die, you no longer have human rights. Doesn't matter how brief. Heart stops? You're sub-human scum! Non-sentient by American law. We here in the United Stares PROUDLY desecrate the bodies and graves of the dead. Tear apart the immortal souls of the innocent. And condemn you to oblivion crying, begging, and screaming for mercy! Why, obviously, is an act. Because souls don't have the RIGHT to feel fear or pain!
And YES. We do mean EVERYONE'S. Atlantian, Kryptonian, Martian. Canadian, Mexican, Russian, AND Chinese! I could keep going! Once you die? You belong to the United States to experiment on as we see fit! You're PROPERT now! So turn your nonrights having, nonsentient self in to the nearest GIW! For the good of AMERICA. Ectoplasmic Scum!"
*drops mic*
Jaws are on the floor. This was VETERANS DAY. Dead military Heros and smile for the cameras. A cake walk. Do a patriotism, rah rah. There.... there are DIPLOMATS in the crowd. Sure as SHIT, were more then a few foreign nationals WATCHING. Religious leaders looking on in fury, grief, and horror.
Reporters. Oh sweet Jesus the reporters.
The press secretary faints.
PANDEMONIUM. The president, still dazed and confused from being possessed, gets PUNCHED on live television be his VP, a deeply religious if moderately shady man. Take bribes? VP is cool with that. Bootstraps, peasants, and all that. But how DARE you fuck with the Souls of the dead. How DARE you!
Phones are blowing up, questions are being shouted, the JLA Dark FEEL like they should tell somebody about the ghost kid... but also this feels VERY "Call for help-y" so they might throw their weight around instead and pretend they know nothing. World leader are meaningfully staring at their Dear Beloved Dead Grandmother's photos as they send LIVID assistants to hound the American into answering the DAMN PHONE-!
And Danny?
Danny feels calmer now. He has stolen like....700 bucks from secret security's various wallets. He's going to buy himself BOUGIE groceries. Some...some NICE take out. Maybe a little cake. Yeah~ Cake for Danny~
If anyone needs him? No you don't. He needs to go do some shopping, eat, lie on the floor of his shower and just... vibe for a bit under the spray. In the dark maybe. Sleep for a week. Have his food. Yummy little treats.
Or he's gonna fuckin LOSE IT, man.
(Tucker is actively hacking his college schedule as they speak. He KNEW it. Called it! Too many classes! But does Mr "I can handle it" listen? Noooooooo! Now look what happened! Holy SHIT, Danny!)
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the funniest part of any Robin meeting the JL is that every Robin is so distinctly different from the previous one in terms of personality and vibes that the league literally gets backlash. and like, I don't blame them. not to mention that they are non-meta children that dress as a traffic light and fight crime alongside batman in gotham on a nightly basis. i'd also be a bit concerned. Batman, literally The Night of Gotham personified in the League's eyes, coming into a JL meeting: This is Robin, my crime-fighting partner. 11-year-old Dick Grayson, dressed in the brightest primary colours possible, vaguely hidden murder behind those eyes, never stops moving even for a moment: Hi! Superman: That's a child. That's-- Bats that is a child. You let a child--? Batman, deadpan: You try to stop him. Would you rather he try and murder a grown man with a wire?
Batman: This is Robin. 12-year-old Jason Todd, with the biggest grin on his face, about 3 books in his hand, stars in his eyes and a distinct street-kid drawl: Hey!!! Green Lantern: That's ... that's a different child. What?? Jason: I stole his tires :) Batman: Tried to. Jason, stage whispering to the League: basically did. Green Lantern: that is a different kid, right?? I'm not seeing shit??
Batman: This is Robin. 14-year-old Tim Drake, bo staff clutched in his hand, a wary and tired expression on his face, more on the quiet side, the literal walking definition of don't judge a book by it's cover: hello Flash: Where do you even find these-- Tim: I found myself.
Batman: This is Robin. 17-year-old Stephanie Brown, literally blonde, with a shit-eating grin, eyes full of nothing but mischief and the most explosive personality you've ever seen: hiya!! Superman: I give up. Stephanie: I know, I have that amazing effect on people.
Batman: This is Robin. 13-year-old Damian Wayne, a literal wet cat that will hiss at you, has a sword, the most judgemental stare you'll get from a teenager, ready to jump anyone there: Green Lantern: WHY DOES HE HAVE A SWORD?! Batman: ... he came with the sword.
i love the idea of the batfam wearing each other's merch cause like. i know they'd be petty about it. usually they'd wear their siblings merch in (kinda) equal rotations, but they'd change it up depending on sibling squabbles or sibling favours. Tim, walking into the kitchen in a Red Hood shirt: Dick: TIM!? Tim: what Dick: it's Tuesday. you always wear Nightwing merch on Tuesdays. Tim: oh. Tim: you stole my last granola bar, last week. Steph, looking for something in Jason's room: JASON WHY DO YOU HAVE EVERYONE'S MERCH BUT MINE?! Jason, peeking into the room: i have your merch. in the trash. Steph: WHY Jason: you hit me with a blue shell in mario kart last game night. i'm never forgiving you. Damian, sporting a full-on Red Robin hoodie: Tim: woah. what brought this on? you usually only exclusively wear Batman or Nightwing merch Damian: you helped me take that splinter out of Alfred's paw yesterday. Richard on the other hand has recently messed up my painting palette. Dick, from the other room: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! Damian: he'll get over it. Cass, wearing Nightwing merch for the 5th day in a row: Jason: goddamn. what did Dickie do to get in your good graces like this? Cass, smiling: he made me a flower crown Jason: ... that's it? Cass: it was a very nice flower crown. Dick, buying seven Signal shirts: One for everyone. Duke, behind him: Dick, you really don't-- Dick: shhhh, sunshine. everyone will love your new merch. (they all wore exclusively Signal merch for a week straight) Bruce isn't allowed to change up his rotation or not wear someone's merch because he immediately gets accused of playing favourites. He'd rather keep some of his sanity, thank you.
Bruce: We call that a “traumatic experience.”
Bruce, to Dick: Not a “bruh moment.”
Bruce, to Jason: Not “it is what it is.”
Bruce, to Damian: Not an 'average Tuesday'
Bruce, to Tim: And DEFINITELY not “oof LMAO.”
Nightwing & Red Hood doodle
