Steph: Too late! *barges into the dorm room* So this is Duke's dorm room. I thought it would be smaller for some reason.
Tim: Looks like he hasn't unpacked yet. What's with the glowing green cat plushie on the couch?
Damian: Tsk, why am I here?
Dick: We're here to be supportive and wish Duke a good first day at collage!
Tim: And why is Jason here.
Jason: *flips him off*
Dick: To wish Duke a good first day! And I gave him two hundred dollars.
Steph: Aren't you crime rich?
Jason: I just like taking money from Dickie.
Danny: *walks out of the bathroom with damp hair, and a towel around his waist, pausing and blinking at the civilian bat kids who are randomly in his dorm room* Um...
Steph: Hello nurse~
Cass: *huffs in amusement before putting her hands over Steph's eyes and looking away*
Jason: *whistles but respectfully looks away*
Damian: *brows furrowing in confusion at his siblings reactions, but looks away all the same.
Tim: Who who who- what are you- I mean-
Dick: *covers Tim's eyes so he can reboot* Oh my, um, what are you doing here? Who are you?
Danny: My name is Danny, I am rooming here for the semester.
Dick: But-But this was-
Danny: If you're looking for Duke Thomas, he's one room over. Room 209, this is 208.
Dick: Oh my god we're so sorry! We thought- I swear we thought this was his dorm!
Danny, chuckling: Yeah I kind if figured.
Dick: We'll just leave- again I am so sorry- come on out out out!
Jason and Steph, theatrically: Boo~
Dick: Again I am so sorry! This won't happen again!
Danny: No worries, though when we do meet again I hopes its when I have more clothes on.
Tim: I don't.
Dick: Timothy!*shoves the last of his siblings out the door before shutting the door as fast as he can*
Danny: *bursts out laughing until something brushes against his leg* Hey Cleo, good nap? Let me get dressed then we'll go to the realms for some dinner, yeah?
Cleo, the ghost cat: *purrs as Danny pets her*Murrow~
Danny: Yeah, you're right, this dimension looks like its going to be really interesting.
A Round Door Like a Porthole, Lazarus Green Pt. 1 (you're here) Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4
Wayne Enterprises didn’t really need a small business specializing in “ecto-weapons” invented by self-purported ghost hunters, but S.T.A.R. Labs tipped Lucius Fox off that Lex Luthor was trying to buy an obscure little company in Illinois, and thwarting Luthor was always worthwhile. Now Tim just had to figure out what to do with all the equipment and the concerningly large arsenal of guns and things that looked like normal household items but seemed to have other, horrific purposes. He would have laughed at the way they slapped “Fenton” in front of every invention name (do ghost hunters really need a Fenton thermos? Won’t a normal thermos keep their coffee hot just as well? Are ghosts like trout, to be caught with a Fenton Ghost Fisher which just looks like a normal fishing rod but glow-in-the-dark. And what the fuck even is a Fenton Peeler!?), but he thought with some chagrin about the batarangs, batmobile, and everything else that had “bat” as a prefix in the batcave.
However, of all the things Tim hadn’t expected to find when he flew out to do an inventory of assets after they bought the business sight-unseen, a portal generating a Lazarus Pit in gaseous form was probably at the top of his list. He didn’t even know that Lazarus water could change states from a liquid to a gas like that. Maybe there actually was something to the whole ghost thing. He supposed that it made sense for ghosts to exist, after all Deadman was part of Justice League Dark. Speaking of. . . he should see if Bruce could call in someone from JLD to assess things. He was feeling decidedly out of his depth.
John Constantine did not like to consult for mega corporations like Wayne Enterprises, but Batman had specifically requested he go check something out and he figured, where's the harm?
There.
There’s the harm.
It turned out the “thing” he’d been called in to look at is a machine that can tear open a stable portal into the Infinite Realms. That is not something that should be possible. That is not something technology should be capable of achieving. That is definitely not something that should exist. Bloody hell, what had the Bats roped him into!?
This really should have been Zatana’s job. Or Deadman’s. Hell, Raven or Secret would be preferable. Because John would prefer not to be dealing with this. In fact, he would prefer to be back in literal Hell than deal with the crazy shit in the Infinite Realms. Could John handle demons, archangels, and even gods? Yeah. He can bind or exorcize most supernatural threats. Does that mean he relishes the idea of going toe to toe with heavy hitters from the Infinite Realms? Absolutely not.
Some beings who lived there were just little blob ghosts made from ectoplasm and emotion. Some were the restless undead who could not or would not cross over to their afterlives. And some were the embodiments of concepts like nature, destructive weather, and dreams. He wasn’t sure where Death fit into the Realms, whether she ruled or visited, or if it was actually just an extension of her, but he didn’t really want to find out. There were many things John could defeat. Death wasn’t one of them. And now he was looking at a portal into a realm where the living were not meant to be.
Danny hadn’t returned to Fenton Works since graduating high school. It turned out that he was less anxious when he was not living with people who fantasized about “tearing him apart molecule by molecule” and thought that discussing their plans to dissect him (although he maintained that it would be a vivisection since he’s only half dead) made for fascinating dinner conversation. Who would have thought that his constant stress, anxiety, and insomnia were caused by environmental factors? He’d been unpacking things with a very nice therapist his sister helped him find, and seen great improvements in his mental health. It really helped that she was dead too, and unlike Spectra she didn’t feed off the misery of her patients.
Danny hadn’t intended to ever return to Fenton Works, but when Jazz told him that Jack and Maddie sold their life's work to Wayne Enterprises and a multibillionaire playboy was about to have unfettered access to the Ghost Zone, he was. . . concerned. To say the least. And that was why he was in the middle of doing some light sabotage when Tim Drake-Wayne and a guy in a trenchcoat who reeked of cigarette smoke entered the basement lab. It’s why he was hiding under the Specter Speeder removing the ecto-engine, and there to overhear the conversation that followed.
“So, am I right in thinking that’s a Lazarus Pit?” Tim asked Constantine.
The older man stared at the portal, then at Tim, then at the portal for an uncomfortably long time. Then he pulled out a flask and drained half its contents before saying, “Yes and no. That is basically the same substance as the pits, but I think that this does something else entirely. It seems like this machine basically functions as a summoning circle, but instead of pulling one entity from one side to the other, this is just an open doorway that is perpetually pulling in anything or anyone who gets within its sphere of influence.”
“That doesn’t sound like a good thing, John.”
“It’s really not,”
“So what does that mean, is it like a blown hatch in space causing rapid depressurization?” Tim felt a little ill at the thought. “What is it even pulling into our world?”
“No, no. Nothing so dramatic as that. It’s more like, hm, so the way summoning circles work is they invite or compel a specific entity to manifest, by basically making a one-way magical portal for them. This portal is kinda like an invitational summoning, which entices, but doesn’t force anyone to enter. Usually a summoning will have a purpose though, and the being you summon will be offered a deal. If this is doing what I think it is and pulling citizens of the Infinite Realms through and leaving them on this side without a contract or direction, they’re probably getting pretty frustrated and causing havoc. It’s like offering someone a job in another country so they have to get a visa and uproot everything, only to get off the plane and find an empty office, no housing, and no paycheck.” John lit up a cigarette and took a drag.
Tim wrinkled his nose, but knew from long experience that it wasn’t worth it to argue about American tobacco restrictions in the workplace with Constantine, especially while the man was doing him a favor. Also, the man looked like he really needed either a cigarette or another drink, and he’d prefer second hand smoke to a drunk sorcerer. “So then why hasn’t this town been overrun by these beings from the Infinite Realms?”
“Good question kid, but what I really want to know is how is this portal staying open? Really, how was it opened in the first place is the most pressing issue.” John mused.
Tim had already located the blueprints for the portal while waiting for Constantine, but either the Fentons had intentionally falsified the documents to seem plausible just long enough to make off with the money, or he just didn’t understand enough of the interaction between physics and the occult to comprehend how the portal could possibly function.
He flipped back through the blueprints while the blond man sat cross legged in front of the swirling green portal and his low, distracted mutterings took on the cadence of a chant. The curl of smoke from his lit cigarette unfurled into some kind of spell array, and began to glow. Huh, maybe Tim shouldn't be too quick to judge him for tobacco misuse. Tim triple checked the flat file for any more information about the portal, and came up empty handed.
John, meanwhile, kept chanting as the magical array grew and spread to encompass the entire entrance to the portal. At last he stopped speaking and stood up, stepping back to double check his work. “Alright, Drake. You might wanna close your eyes for this one. It’s gonna be bright,” he said, popping his cigarette back between his lips. Then he stepped forward and blew a mouthful of smoke on the center of the array. The smoke caught against the softly glowing lines, pushing them until they floated back and collided with the nebulous green swirls and, despite Tim closing his eyes, flashed so incandescently white he could see them through his eyelids.
“OW! Fuck!!” John clutched his face, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’m doubling my consulting fee,” he grumbled under his breath.
“You alright?” Tim asked, blinking spots out of his vision.
“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec.” He too was blinking now. “That was not supposed to be so bright.”
“I’m assuming it worked though.”
“It had bloody well better ’ave worked.” The older man squinted at the slightly dimmer lines which still shone painfully bright against the green. “Oh. Yeah, that worked. Fuck. . .”
“What?” Tim looked on in alarm as Constantine pressed a hand over his mouth.
“Oh man. What wanker did you say created this portal?”
“Presumably Drs. Madeline and Jack Fenton. Why?” He drew the last syllable out skeptically.
“Because, they opened this portal with a child sacrifice, and bound his death and all the lost life potential to their bloody machine to create a perpetual gateway to the Infinite Realms.”
I'm looking to represent more underrepresented conditions within my comic and I would love some input on what you guys would like included. The characters in Rooted are fleshed out already, so they will not fall under the negative trope of only existing as the condition and not an individual.
Currently, I am doing research on having a character with pica; if you have a condition you'd want 'seen' please comment or dm, perhaps with a link to resources(s) if willing!
Edit: Due to the nature of clangen, I can't promise any characters will live long or even past kithood. Even so, I would like have them exist as that's reality, even if their deaths are already set in the story,
I would want someone, it doesn't matter if it's in the civilian or hero world, to praise Damian to Bruce and then say "If only Damian were my child." And want them to offer Damian to be their own child just to spite Bruce. Just thinking about it makes me laugh because the sentence "I wish he were mine" would make Bruce feel a bit proud and a bit angry, but I believe that if an offer like "Come be my child" were made, I think Bruce might be losing his mind a bit
Summary: After 3 months of being on vacation and visiting your family, you come back home to Kong Studios, where your best friend 2-D is there. And they want to show how much they miss you.
Warnings!~
Smut, Biting Kink, a bit of possessiveness from 2-D's part, and swear words!
Other than that, Enjoy~
Even thought you just came back from your trip from over the summer you were immediately greeted by your best friend 2-D, and got busayy.
Over this past June, you have decided to go visit your family and stay with them for a month. It was a much needed vacation from all the craziness, that Kong Studios have always been full of. You were most excited to see 2-D! You guys have been the best friends since you two have met. You couldn’t help but feel a bit bad throughout though. They were always calling you and texting you frequently, every day while you were away. Some days you couldn’t respond because of some the events your family planned.
You came a day early to surprise them, only to find that Murdoc was out with Noodle trying to find a new guitar, since Murdoc accidentally broke it, whilst drunk.
You took the elevator to the basement and knocked on 2-D's door. You were very nervous, yet you didn't know why.
“Y/N!”
You snap back into reality as 2-D hugs you.
“God, I’ve missed you,”
“I missed you too…”
“Come in!” 2-D basically is beaming at you, happy that you’re finally here.
“So, how was the trip?” They said as you both sat down on their bed
“Great! I got to go to the spa and talk with my cousins! And eat at that one place I'm always raving about,”
“So, no trouble at all at the roads?”
“Nope!”
“No turbulence?”
“No!” You said giggling, “God, 2-D its almost lime you were worried about me or something.”
“Well, kinda,” they say sheepishly. You can’t help but blush at the comment.
He grabs your hand.
“But I'm really glad you're here tho’,”
“You know I missed you too.” You said softly, cradling their face with your hand. This making them turn a little red too.
“I’m gonna be honest, was mostly worried that someone was going to hit on you,”
“Pftt-.” You scoffed, letting go of their face in disbelief. “Really?”
They put their hand on your’s.
“Yeah.” He pauses. “Really.”
Trying not to malfunction on the spot, you said in a soft tone, “Well, I’m right here.”
They gazed at you with those dark eyes, before you knew it they leaned in to kiss you.
You were shocked yet melted into the kiss. You straddled their lap as they started to explore your body.
You felt their hands roam all over you, their lanky fingers gentle on your skin. Yet they seem to linger over your breasts as they gave you sweet pecks on your neck. You hummed moans as the kisses started getting longer and wetter.
“I don’t want anyone to think that you’re single,”
They laid you down on their bed and took off their shirt. They got on top of out and started to kiss you again but this time the kisses were longer and sloppier as if they were a type of need. You broke the kiss only to take off your shirt, and then continue as you started taking their pants off. They tasted like those sweet crunchy candy canes that you’d get over the holidays, you wondered how you tasted like.
And you weren’t talking about mouth-on-mouth.
You were so distracted by your thoughts, that you were snapped back into reality as 2-D, stopped only go more downwards. You both were in our underwear, with the outline of 2-D’s erection being prominent. Their hands went towards your breasts as they’re soft kisses started to travel towards your navel.
Had they read your thoughts from earlier? You started to feel tense, this was all so sudden. He seemed to notice.
“You ok, dear?”
“Please..” You hesitated before saying.
“I need you,”
They eyes went darker that you thought they could go
They slid off you panties slowly, as if wanting to make you wetter in anticipation. 2-D grinned to themselves as they saw how excited you were, He slowly pushed in they middle finger as they were getting you accustomed.
“Mmph!”
2-D chuckled at your noise as their finger started to go in and out of you. As much as you hated to admit, it was enough to make more sounds come out of your mouth. So you could imagine your surprise when they added their index finger.
“Ahh!~ St-Stuart…”
“What’s the matter luv’? Want me to go faster?”
Your brain stopped for a split second, still you nodded.
You felt their fingers fill you up, rubbing that sensitive part near your clit on the inside. You gripped the sheets as 2-D picked up pace. You didn’t know that they were enamored by your sound, the tightness around their fingers, how warm you were inside.
As your moans got more high pitched and your breathing quickened, they pulled out.
“W-What’s wrong? Why'd ya stop?”
“I don’t want you to come just yet. You think you can just leave me alone for that long and get away with it?”
They pulled down their boxers and got a condom. You never felt so nervous about this yet excited about it in the same time. You looked down at his member and did not expect him to be that, well… big.
“You like whatcha see luv’?”
You turned red, embarrassed form staring, even though you were just moaning your heart out a few seconds ago. 2-D put on the condom and laid you more down into the bed pushing your legs back and getting on top of you.
They gently kissed your face down to you neck. They positioned himself right in line with your entrance, towering over you.
“Are you sure you wan’ this?”
They slowly entered you, trying not to make it painful for you. You felt their dick fill every inch that it could and stretch you out. It did hurt a bit, you weren’t accustomed to someone their size. Luckily, your wetness made it an easier entrance for them. They groaned softly as they put it all the way in.
“You okay?” They looked at you with those dark eyes of theirs. Though covered with lust still had this overwhelming care for you.
Even though you felt your heart-beating out of chest you nodded.
They slowly started moving their hips back and forth. Soon, the pain was masked by the pleasure you felt. You tried your best not to moan as loudly this time.
2-D, however noticed this.
“Is it ok if I can go faster?”
“Please baby~” You practically begged.
“I love it when you need me,”
They picked up the pace, making your whimpers more louder and frequent.
“Fuck, please keep making those sounds”
“Shit-shit-shit-shit!” You cursed as 2-D went deeper into you. Suddenly, you felt them biting the area between your shoulder and neck.
You couldn't contain it and let out all of your sounds of pleasure, you back arching uncontrollably.
They licked the bite mark as he continued going on still, making your pleasure even more intense.
“I want everyone to know how much you mean to me,” they says seductively.
They proceeded to give you hickeys up and down on the side of you neck, while at the same time going faster. You felt your face scrunch up as they hit your sensitive spot. Whimpers turning into moans.
“Ahh~!” Fuck, shit, right there!”
They leans into your ear, never stopping his pace, as they whispers, “I also want everyone to see my marks on you to show that you’re mine~”
“Fuck, please!”
You heard them whimper as at your moans. Wanting more of those delicious sounds, they started to bit softly against the areas above your collarbone. Your body complied to their wishes making them start to fuck you harder.
“2-D!~”, you practically scream as you felt them fuck you harder. Your walls starting to grip on their dick at the speed they’re going at. Your hands scratching their back, as the pleasure starts to become to much to you to handle.
“I’m gonna cum,” you moaned out. “I’m gonna-” Your sentence cut out as 2-D rubs your clit, giving their all as your reached you climax.
“That’s right baby. Cum for me,” he says before kissing you deeply.
Legs trembling uncontrollably as they made you orgasm, moaning into their mouth. This made their rhythm then start to falter as he also reached their high.
“Shit,” they mumbled out as they came, laying on top of you as they finished. They pulled out and rolled over next you on the bed, their face filled with care for you as they mumbles, “You look so beautiful with my marks on you,”
