Tim sighed, looking down at the sigils and circles chalked onto the floor in one of the unused bedrooms.
Alfred was going to kill them, but if it made Dick believe him, then it'd be worth it.
"Tim, this isn't necess—"
"Yes it is." Tim interrupted, glancing up from the book he was referencing to glare at Dick.
The man looked tired, and drawn. Grief had carved lines into his face that weren't there before.
"Dick. If you won't believe me, then maybe you'll believe this."
And he started to read, the unfamiliar words tripping heavily off of his tongue.
At first, nothing happened, and Dick opened his mouth to say something, only for Tim to glare him into silence.
Any hint of wanting to speak vanished when the sigils lit up, one by one, in a bright, eerie green.
Ice-blue fire flared up around the circle itself, and Tim finished the chant with the being's Name.
This was it.
His last hope.
If the Ghost King couldn't tell him that Bruce wasn't dead, then…
He shook the thought away, glaring stubbornly past flames and into the circle where a dark form was slowly fading into sight.
Black hair. He noticed that first, followed by blue eyes, and he couldn't help his knee jerk snort of amusement.
Adoption bait.
But… this ritual was supposed to summon the ghost king.
This was some random kid.
What the hell'd he done wrong?!
But… maybe it was some kind of trick…? Maybe ghosts were like fae, and it was a trick to get him to let it out of the circle…
Tim's eyes narrowed, and he took one half step forward, staying carefully clear of the lines.
"What the hell?" The kid muttered, looking around a little wildly at the circle and the sigils. "What is this, some kinda seance type thing? I thought Sam said those were bullshit…?"
"Ghost King." Tim said, and bright blue eyes snapped to his, and the kid paled sharply.
"Ah hah hah hah… I don't know what you're talking about?" The reply was weak, and Tim scoffed internally.
"Ghost King, I have summoned you for a question. In return, I will owe you a favor that will not involve the deaths of anyone currently living."
The kid blinked. "Um… cool? I don't know what you're talking about, but I can try to answer a question, I guess…"
Tim nodded sharply as the flames flared a little higher. "Is Bruce Wayne dead?"
The kid's eyes flashed green, and the word seemed to slip out of his mouth before he could think. "No."
Tim's eyes flicked over to Dick, triumph on his face.
Dick was staring, pale faced and wide-eyed at the kid, then at Tim.
"How in the hell did I know that?" the kid muttered to himself, looking confused. "Who the hell is Bruce Wayne?"
"He could be lying." Dick croaked, and the kid's head snapped up, and he scowled.
"I'm not lying! I don't know who the hell you're talking about, but whoever it is, he's not dead! Go on, ask me someone else, someone you know is dead for sure!"
being toji's pregnant wife and both of you are expecting. deciding to go to the doctors to get an ultrasound check to see how your baby doing, but surprise surprise!!
you guys are having TRIPLETS!!
"what the fuck do you mean we're having three babies?!" you exclaim, eyes widening at the three growing human on the monitor
"oh. i take it you didn't plan this?" the doctor's smile falters mirroring your expression,
you look at him like he's crazy, "are you joking?! who the hell plans three babies?!"
toji on the other hand, is ecstatic. scarred lips forming into a wide grin, his green eyes glinting with excitement as his hand holds onto yours.
"oh my god, baby, do you know what this means?!" he asks you, smile not leaving his face. "this means i got a magic dick!"
