It's probably going to be one long one shot when it goes up on ao3, but here's a little less than 1k of the beginning (by snippet I do mean most of what I have written so far lol)
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Phantom had been quiet since he was apprehended.
Silent in a way that someone who needed to breathe, someone with a beating heart, could never be, and Batman could tell it had Superman on edge as he stared through the one way glass into the interrogation room. But then the uncanniness of the young man they had captured was probably a minor stressor compared to the concern of what would happen if Phantom got loose, his arrest had been brutal. Clark shouldn't even be in the observation room, any fight that left him as battered as he was should land him in the Fortress of Solitude's medical facilities, but getting that through to him when Phantom was still present was a losing battle.
So many of the League's heavy hitters, including dipping into Justice League Dark for magical support, and Phantom had danced around them.
The only reason they had been victorious in the end was because-
~~~
After several failed attempts at capture based on power match ups leaving the league member unable to land a meaningful hit, or arriving too late to stop or catch him, an ambush had finally been successful.
The ambush location had been set up for them, pending inspection by their team, based on Phantom's history and pattern of attack.
A pattern that was too aggressive, to recent for Bruce to have time to investigate to his satisfaction before action was needed.
The research facility had been pre-cleared of civilians and intel, the latter of which irked Batman. Every instance of a League member beating Phantom to a facility location ended with Phantom fleeing, if only to return later. So why would the GIW need to clear their servers to the degree they did.
Each member of the ambush team chosen with the utmost care, carefully strategized, every outcome accounted for, and in the end-
The why was unknown, but Phantom couldn't use his intangibility on Captain Marvel, leading to Marvel turning the fight into a one on one grapple despite the close quarters limiting how much help the rest of the team could be.
Phantom had barely made a sound most of the fight, ignoring the team's attempts at communication, he'd barely hissed at the brutal slash Wonder Woman had landed, barely a grunt at Superman's blows, dancing around Green Lantern's constructs, a motley of growing bruises on his skin and seeping wounds. And Phantom had reciprocated in kind, Diana had come out of the fight bruised, but largely unscathed, but Green Lantern was only 'standing' due to his ring and will, and whatever Phantom had done to Superman's ribs wasn't healing without attention, at least Clark Kent calling in sick to the Daily Planet would help his cover.
But Phantom screamed when Captain Marvel called down lightning on him. Broken, and bone chilling even through the comms, the volume deafening. And Marvel had read the seizing muscles followed by going completely limp, the uneven and new breathing, the tears, the presence of any reaction at all as landing a disabling blow.
Phantom took advantage of the lowered guard, but then at their proximity, it probably wouldn't have mattered lowered guard or not. And Phantom reciprocated in kind.
Phantom's eyes shot open, glowing bright in the night sky, energy arcing off of him as he sent Captain Marvel's lightning back through him.
Captain Marvel's cry cuts off sooner than Phantom's had, quickly replaced by Billy's, having been so close to him when he transformed, Phantom catches him quickly, instinctively, as he begins to fall. Cyborg's drones catch Phantom's expression as he processes what just happened clearly, eyes widening, mouth opening slightly, shock shifting to horror as he stares crestfallen at the boy in his arms.
"We're too high up." The first words anyone on the Justice League had heard him say, despite the GIW claiming he had a reputation for chatting nonsense incessantly. "The atmosphere it's, the air is too thin, too cold, he-"
"Phantom." Superman's tone is unyielding, firm, Phantom's eyes dart to him, "hand him over."
Phantom stares at Superman for a long uncomprehending moment before startling into action, "right, of course," drifting closer to Superman he carefully places a stirring Billy in his arms, as soon as Phantom lets go Green Lantern wraps Billy in a force field.
Billy takes a deep breath, eyes shooting open, twisting in Superman's arms his eyes snap past Phantom, but the warning his glance gives the ghost isn't enough.
Cruel, was not a word that could ever apply to Diana. Ruthless however, was an apt description, her lasso wrapping around Phantom's throat, he didn't need to breathe, but it would prevent his sonic attack, and provided her leverage to swing him around like a dog with a chew toy, diving towards the Earth she slams him into the ground, creating a crater at his impact, and holding him still long enough for Zatanna to swoop in from where she lay in wait to contain him.
~~~
Because something wasn't adding up.
The petition for help from the US government had made Phantom out to be a recurring issue, yet hadn't reached out until his most recent attacks.
Research notes going back nearly a decade, tied closely with a branch of the U.S. government none of them had heard of before.
Laser focused on his target unless absolutely forced to shift his attention.
And it took a lot to draw his attention, he displayed a worrying number of powers and abilities, skilled in evasion and combat, he didn't hesitate to match any of the league blow for blow until he-
Phantom's face when Captain Marvel had transformed played over and over again in Bruce's mind.
There was a difference to him in fighting Captain Marvel, the Champion of Magic, Earth's Mightiest Mortal, and Billy Batson, the 14 year old out too late on a school night.
As there should be.
But there wouldn't have been to the menace the GIW had described.
The GIW would be expecting an update soon.
The league didn't have one for them.
Batman refused to have one for them until he had more information.
Unfortunately their greatest source of information was tight lipped and unresponsive.
The Justice League have successfully captured Phantom after a relatively unknown branch of the United State's government, the GIW, had reached out to them for aid in stopping the ghost who was destroying their facilities.
Now they need to figure out what to do with him, hand him over to the GIW despite their story not lining up, or take a different approach.
TW for mentions on fanon typical giw experiments, nothing in detail but vivisection/experimentation is mentioned. some sexual talk but pg 13 level
Intro under the cut, read in full on ao3
Phantom had been quiet since he was apprehended.
Silent and still in a way that someone who needed to breathe, someone with a beating heart, could never be, and Batman could tell it had Superman on edge as he stared through the one way glass into the interrogation room. But then, the uncanniness of the young man they had captured was a minor stressor compared to the concern of what would happen if Phantom got loose, his arrest had been brutal. Clark shouldn't even be in the observation room, any fight that left him as battered as he was should land him in the Fortress of Solitude's medical facilities, but getting that through to him when Phantom was still present was a losing battle.
So many of the League's heavy hitters, including dipping into Justice League Dark for magical support, and Phantom had danced around them.
The only reason they had been victorious in the end was because-
~~~
After several failed attempts at capture, an ambush had finally been successful.
The ambush location had been set up for them, pending inspection by their team, based on Phantom's history and pattern of attack.
A pattern that was too aggressive, to recent for Bruce to have time to investigate to his satisfaction before action was needed.
Phantom had shown himself to be a destructive force, unwilling to parley, very willing to make short work of a fight and flee.
The research facility had been pre-cleared of civilians and intel, the latter of which irked Batman. Every instance of a League member beating Phantom to a facility location ended with Phantom fleeing, if only to return later. So why would the GIW need to clear their servers to the degree they did.
Each member of the ambush team chosen with the utmost care, carefully strategized, every outcome accounted for, and in the end-
The why was unknown, but Phantom couldn't use his intangibility on Captain Marvel, leading to Marvel turning the fight into a one on one grapple despite the close quarters limiting how much help the rest of the team could be in such a fight.
Phantom had barely made a sound most of the fight, ignoring the team's attempts at communication, he'd barely hissed at the brutal slash Wonder Woman had landed, barely a grunt at Superman's blows, dancing around Green Lantern's constructs, a motley of growing bruises on his skin and wounds seeping green.
And Phantom had reciprocated in kind, Diana had come out of the fight bruised, but largely unscathed, but Green Lantern was only 'standing' due to her ring and will, and whatever Phantom had done to Superman's ribs wasn't healing without medical attention, at least Clark Kent calling in sick to the Daily Planet would help his cover.
But Phantom screamed when Captain Marvel called down lightning on him. Broken, and bone chilling even through the comms, the volume deafening. And Marvel had read the seizing muscles followed by going completely limp, the uneven and new breathing, the tears, the presence of any reaction at all as landing a disabling blow.
Phantom took advantage of the lowered guard, but at their proximity, it probably wouldn't have mattered lowered guard or not. Phantom reciprocated in kind.
Phantom's eyes shot open, glowing bright in the night sky, energy arcing off of him as he sent Captain Marvel's lightning back through him.
Captain Marvel's cry cuts off sooner than Phantom's had, quickly replaced by Billy's, having been so close to him when he transformed, Phantom catches him quickly, instinctively, as he begins to fall. Cyborg's drones catch Phantom's expression as he processes what just happened clearly, eyes widening, mouth opening slightly, shock shifting to horror as he stares crestfallen at the boy in his arms.
"We're too high up." The first words anyone on the Justice League had heard him say, despite the GIW claiming he had a reputation for chatting nonsense incessantly. "The atmosphere it's, the air is too thin, too cold, he-"
"Phantom." Superman's tone is unyielding, firm, Phantom's eyes dart to him, "hand him over."
Phantom stares at Superman for a long uncomprehending moment before startling into action, "right, of course," drifting closer to Superman he carefully places a stirring Billy in his arms, as soon as Phantom lets go Green Lantern wraps Billy in a force field.
Billy takes a deep breath, eyes shooting open, twisting in Superman's arms his eyes snap past Phantom, but the warning his glance gives the ghost isn't enough.
Cruel, was not a word that could ever apply to Diana. Ruthless however, was an apt description, her lasso wrapping around Phantom's throat, he didn't need to breathe, but it would prevent his sonic attack, and provided her leverage to swing him around like a dog with a chew toy, diving towards the Earth she slams him into the ground, creating a crater at his impact, and holding him still long enough for Zatanna to swoop in from where she lay in wait to contain him.
~~~
Because something wasn't adding up.
The petition for help from the US government had made Phantom out to be a recurring issue, yet hadn't reached out until his most recent attacks.
Research notes going back nearly a decade, tied closely with a branch of the U.S. government none of them had heard of before.
Laser focused on his target unless absolutely forced to shift his attention.
And it took a lot to draw his attention, he displayed a worrying number of powers and abilities, skilled in evasion and combat, he didn't hesitate to match any of the league blow for blow until he-
Phantom's face when Captain Marvel had transformed played over and over again in Bruce's mind.
There was a difference to him in fighting Captain Marvel, the Champion of Magic, Earth's Mightiest Mortal, and Billy Batson, the 14 year old out too late on a school night.
As there should be.
But there wouldn't have been to the menace the GIW had described.
The GIW would be expecting an update soon.
The league didn't have one for them.
Batman refused to have one for them until he had more information.
Unfortunately their greatest source of information was tight lipped and unresponsive since he awoke in the interrogation room.
Zatanna's wards had held him unconscious for transport. The ghost shield the Justice League had been provided appeared to work during transport to the Watchtower, having had to be turned off and on again to pass through, but according to the GIW Phantom had a history of being able to get around them.
More reliable would be the custom restraints Zatanna had made, Phantom had stared at them in shock upon waking in the cell,before placing his shaking hands on the table he was cuffed to. Four custom sigils, two on each wrist, chained to a magically reinforced interrogation table.
Clark turned as Diana and Zatanna entered the observation room, each with a coffee in hand, "didn't bring a cup for Batman and I? I'm hurt."
"I know you are, I was there. And I hear the Medical Bay has its own private cafeteria and coffee pot."
Zatanna raises a perfect eyebrow, "do I look like an intern to you?"
"Ah, that's-"
Diana and Zatanna make eye contact, before laughing together, Diana leans pointedly on Clark as Zatanna asks "any updates?"
"Nothing solid," Clark sighs, "we thought we'd try talking to him individually to see if that changed how he responded, if he would be more open if he weren't outnumbered, but he just ignores us both, he'll look up to see who entered then go back to staring at his chains."
"That's not entirely true." Batman says.
"How could I forget, he flinched when I entered but not when Batman entered, anything else you want to add about his body language?"
"Hn."
Diana nods, "it makes sense, he has been in several fights with you, but not with Batman."
"Frankly I'm stunned the two of you thought could pull off unintimidating considering the past fights and your whole deal," she gestures to all of Batman, winking, "no offense Batsy."
"Hn."
"You think we should send in the one who put that bruise around his neck? Or the one who is responsible for his custom restraints?"
"Point taken. But I was actually thinking the Captain? You know, the one you used to get the drop on him? I saw the recordings, send him in as Billy and Phantom will talk."
"We aren't contacting Captain Marvel until school releases."
"Right. Middle of the night? No problem, what teenager has a sleep schedule anyway? But god forbid we interrupt Biology."
"It would be Language Arts at the moment actually."
"Why do you know that? Are you counting down until the school day ends?"
"Hn."
"Of course you are."
"You know," Wonder Woman starts carefully, "his cooperation with Captain Marvel isn't a guarantee, but there is another way."
Superman shrugs her arm off of his shoulder, "Wonder Woman-"
"Are we not in agreement about wanting information that does not come from the GIW themselves?" She gestures, lasso in hand, towards Phantom through the one way glass. "There information sits."
"Yes, but Diana-"
"It wouldn't be admissible in court."
Diana looks between Superman and Batman for a moment before sighing. "Politics."
"This isn't an alien invasion," Superman placates, "we need to be cognizant of how we handle this, not just that we handle this."
"I know, I know, as I said, 'politics'. That he can, or rather, has flattened a building with a yell and gone toe to toe with us makes him our business, but we aren't the USA's dogs"
The door to the observation room opens, Batman's eyes narrowing behind the cowl, "you're supposed to be in class."
"You thought I would listen to you and go to school after last night? How are you surprised, don't you have kids?" Captain Marvel does not even attempt to look ashamed.
"He really has no excuse, they don't listen to him either," Red Hood, sans signature red helmet enters, a domino in its place, and a manila folder in his hand.
Red Robin follows him, "he doesn't even have custody of me, but don't tell him that, he likes to pretend."
"This is a restricted access area, associated with a classified investigation."
"Nope." Red Hood steps to stand in front of Batman, taking the lead of the new trio to enter.
"Excuse me?"
"It's our investigation now old man."
"That's not your call to make-"
The computer terminal activates, lighting the room in green Oracle's symbol takes over the screen, static clicks over the Justice League communicators and computer speakers before Oracle's voice, computerized and clear comes over them.
"And he didn't make it, I did. And we've been busy."
Captain Marvel smiles, stubbornly bright, "I emailed her after you tried to bench me. You would not believe the stuff you can find on the GIW when you don't respect the government. Here's a flash drive from Oracle, I've had a lot of fun, and come to the conclusion that she's terrifying."
Red Robin snickers, "did you need the wisdom of Solomon to figure that out?"
"O, the Watchtower servers are on a closed network."
"I thought we were past you underestimating me? The drive is more for general JL use, I've already uploaded copies to our servers."
"I'm referring to the guests you gave Zeta access to."
"Oh that wasn't me."
"That was my idea," Captain marvel scratches the back of his head bashfully, not making eye contact with Batman, but not apologizing either.
"Without prior notice or Trinity approval?"
Diana takes a long sip of her coffee. "While I am neither 'the World's Greatest Detective', nor an investigative journalist, I have picked up how to best get around certain 'politics' issues in my time as a UN representative. For what it's worth, Oracle was already on the case when I reached out to her."
"Speaking of ways around politics," Red hood steps towards the door to the interrogation room, Superman starts to move towards him, but stops when Wonder Woman puts a hand on his shoulder. "While you lot have been keeping your hands clean, we've been doing actual work-"
"In fact Oracle is still working."
"Yes, thank you O, you're amazing and their servers are weird, Red Robin can handle filling you lot in, I'm gonna go get Phantom to open up."
Red Hood slams the door open, Phantom's gaze snaps to him, eyes narrowing, "yo Danny!"
Zatanna's wards had held Phantom unconscious for transport to the Watchtower, but would grow less reliable over time. The ghost shield the Justice League had been provided appeared to work during transport to the Watchtower, having had to be turned off and of again to pass through, but according to the GIW Phantom had a history of being able to get around them.
More reliable would be the custom restraints Zatanna had made, Phantom had stared at them in shock upon waking in the cell, before placing his shaking hands on the table he was cuffed to. Four custom sigils, two on each wrist, chained to a magically reinforced interrogation table.
Clark turned as Diana and Zatanna entered the observation room, each with a coffee in hand, "didn't bring a cup for Batman and I? I'm hurt."
"I know you are, I was there. And I hear the Medical Bay has its own private cafeteria and coffee pot."
Zatanna raises a perfect eyebrow, "do I look like a coffee gopher to you?"
"Ah, that's-"
Diana and Zatanna make eye contact, before laughing together, Diana leans pointedly on Clark as Zatanna asks "any updates?"
"Nothing solid," Clark sighs, "we thought we'd try talking to him individually to see if that changed how he responded, if he would be more open if he weren't outnumbered, but he just ignores us both, he'll look up to see who entered then go back to staring at his chains."
"That's not entirely true." Batman says.
"How could I forget, he flinched when I entered but not when Batman entered, anything else you want to add about his body language?"
"Hn."
Diana nods, "it makes sense, he has been in several fights with you, but not with Batman."
"Frankly I'm stunned the two of you thought could pull off unintimidating considering the past fights and your whole deal," she gestures to all of Batman, winking, "no offense Batsy."
"Hn."
"You think we should send in the one who put that bruise around his neck? Or the one who is responsible for his custom restraints?"
"Point taken. But I was actually thinking the Captain? You know, the one you used to get the drop on him? I saw the recordings, send him in as Billy and Phantom will talk."
"We aren't contacting Captain Marvel until school releases."
"Right. Middle of the night? No problem, what teenager has a sleep schedule anyway? But god forbid we interrupt Biology."
"It would be Language Arts at the moment actually."
"Why do you know that? Are you counting down until the school day ends?"
"Hn."
"Of course you are."
"You know," Wonder Woman starts carefully, "his cooperation with Captain Marvel isn't a guarantee, but there is another way."
Superman shrugs her arm off of his shoulder, "Wonder Woman-"
"Are we not in agreement about wanting information that does not come from the GIW themselves?" She gestures, lasso in hand, towards Phantom through the one way glass. "There information sits."
"Yes, but Diana-"
"It wouldn't be admissible in court."
Diana looks between Superman and Batman for a moment before sighing. "Politics."
"This isn't an alien invasion," Superman placates, "we need to be cognizant of how we handle this, not just that we handle this."
"I know, I know, as I said, 'politics'. That he can, or rather, has flattened a building with a yell and gone toe to toe with us makes him our business, but we aren't the USA's dogs"
The door to the observation room opens, Batman's eyes narrowing behind the cowl, "you're supposed to be in class."
"You thought I would listen to you and go to school after last night? How are you surprised, don't you have kids?" Captain Marvel does not even attempt to look ashamed.
"He really has no excuse, they don't listen to him either," Red Hood, sans signature red helmet enters, a domino in its place, and a manila folder in his hand.
Red Robin follows him, "he doesn't even have custody of me, but don't tell him that, he likes to pretend."
"This is a restricted access area, associated with a classified investigation."
"Nope." Red Hood steps to stand in front of Batman, taking the lead of the new trio to enter.
"Excuse me?"
"It's our investigation now old man."
"That's not your call to make-"
The computer terminal activates, lighting the room in green Oracle's symbol takes over the screen, static clicks over the Justice League communicators and computer speakers before Oracle's voice, computerized and clear comes over them.
"And he didn't make it, I did. And we've been busy."
Captain Marvel smiles, stubbornly bright, "I emailed her after you tried to bench me. You would not believe the stuff you can find on the GIW when you don't respect the government. Here's a flash drive from Oracle, I've had a lot of fun, and come to the conclusion that she's terrifying."
Red Robin snickers, "did you need the wisdom of Solomon to figure that out?"
"O, the Watchtower servers are on a closed network."
"I thought we were past you underestimating me? The drive is more for general JL use, I've already uploaded copies to our servers."
"I'm referring to the guests you gave Zeta access to."
"Oh that wasn't me."
"That was my idea," Captain marvel scratches the back of his head bashfully, not making eye contact with Batman, but not apologizing either.
"Without prior notice or Trinity approval?"
Diana takes a long sip of her coffee. "While I am neither 'the World's Greatest Detective', nor an investigative journalist, I have picked up how to best get around certain 'politics' issues. For what it's worth, Oracle was already on the case when I reached out to her."
"Speaking of ways around politics," Red hood steps towards the door to the interrogation room, Superman starts to move towards him, but stops when Wonder Woman puts a hand on his shoulder. "While you lot have been keeping your hands clean, we've been doing actual work-"
"In fact Oracle is still working."
"Yes, thank you O, you're amazing and their servers are weird, Red Robin can handle filling you lot in, I'm gonna go get Phantom to open up."
Red Hood slams the door open, Phantom's gaze snaps to him, eyes narrowing, "yo Danny!"
"Yup. Danny Phantom, he's using his alias as a last name."
~~~
Phantom tenses, fists tight where the cuffs connect them to the table.
Hood saunters in, turning his chair to sit backwards, "do you know who I am?"
Phantom deliberately loosens his posture, eyes taking the same vacant stare he has adopted at every other attempt to question.
"I'm the Red Hood, an Outcast operating out of Gotham."
No response from Phantom.
"Right. Fair. Ok, how about instead we start this conversation with someone you actually want to talk to?"
A slight twitch from Phantom, oh so momentarily tilting his head to the side questioningly as Red Hood pulls a communicator from a cargo pocket.
~~~
Batman narrows his eyes as he sees Oracle's symbol flash on the screen before Hood places the phone on the table. Phantom deliberately does not look at it, until the communicator clicks, indicating the call had connected and a young feminine voice warily speaks, "hello? Red Hood?"
~~~
Phantom's composure crumples, desperately snatching the communicator, crying out, "Ellie! Ellie is that you? Are you okay?"
"Danny! Yeah I'm" her voice cracks, and there is a wet quality to her voice when she continues, "I'm fine. Knew you'd get me out, even if you needed help."
"Hey." A second voice joins Ellie's on the call, "we need to wrap this up and get out of here."
"Right, are you two ready for a show?" Hood asks.
"Wait!" Ellie demands, "is everyone out?"
"All of ours are." Ellie's companion scoffs.
"Red! That's not all that matters, we're supposed to be better than that!"
Danny flinches in his seat.
"Oracle" Hood says, "what's the evacuation status?"
"Scans confirm what the Red Huntress said, all ghosts have been released, and the evacuation protocols we triggered have been followed, all 'employees' are accounted for outside of the facility."
"Red Huntress, Ellie, are you two a safe distance away?"
"Yes"
"Perfect. Ready whenever you are then."
~~~
Red Robin smiles, pressing a button on his wrist computer, the distinctive sound of an explosion comes over Red Hood's communicator while the Red Huntress and Ellie cheer.
"Red Robin."
"Batman."
Batman turns away from the observation window to look at Red Robin directly.
Red Robin's smile drops into a sneer, "have you even been in a GIW facility that wasn't sterilized before your arrival? Nobody was in it, I'm not sorry for destroying a building, and Ellie deserves the cheer."
Batman hadn't. He had wanted to. But when it came to prioritizing, the destructive force had ranked higher. And while the Justice League had been busy with Phantom, the rest of his team had inserted themselves. It shouldn't surprise Batman, and any shock was vastly outweighed by exasperation. Trusting others, relinquishing any ounce of control didn't come naturally to Bruce. 'Luckily' for him, he had somehow surrounded himself with hyper competent people who had no problem wresting control for themselves.
"Hn."
"Hn." Red Robin smirks, shaking his head as they turn back to face the interrogation room.
~~~
As their cheers dies down Red Huntress speaks resolutely, "Danny. We need to leave. I gave her a dose of ecto dejecto, and I'm taking her to Frostbite for a full check up. Any other update will wait until you're back with us in person. See you soon."
She hangs up before Danny can respond.
Danny stares at the communicator for a long desperate moment, before slowly looking up to Red Hood. "You helped her? The Red Huntress was with you?"
"Not initially, no. But she was the first person Ellie could name as an emergency contact. After you that is."
"And she's ok? You saw her, how is she- she's ok?"
Hood hesitates, speaking slowly, calming, "whatever the Red Huntress gave her helped, the 'ecto dejecto'? But she was in bad shape. Your Red seems confident she will be fine, but I don't know if that was sincere or for Ellie's benefit. And I would have no idea where to even begin with medical attention with her whole deal, and how 'ghost' biology works." As he speaks he opens the manila folder he had brought with him, sliding it over to Danny, who flips through the pages with shaking hands.
~~~
From the angle of the observation room Batman can't see what he is looking at, he turns slightly to Red Robin, who interrupts before Batman can ask.
"There's nothing in that file that isn't also in the upload from Oracle, if you want details you can read that, it's notes and pictures from a very relevant GIW experiment."
"Hn."
~~~
"Thank you. For getting her out."
"It was the right thing to do."
"I don't think the GIW would agree with you there."
"Good. From where I'm sitting, standing against them is the right side to fight for. If not for Ellie's insistence that 'we're supposed to be better than that' I can't say I would have stuck to your MO of clearing the building before destroying it."
"I can't say I would blame you. Or that I would have been able to stick to my MO if I arrived too late. But it's, it's important to me to be able to say we aren't the monsters they say we are. Thank you for that as well."
"You didn't see her when I first found her-" Danny glances quickly between a picture from the folder and Hood, raising an eyebrow, "I don't mean that. That that doesn't surprise you is its own kind of concerning. She was in a holding cell. She thought I was one of them and-"
"You don't like being seen as a monster."
Red Hood freezes for a moment. "Sometimes I do. But never by kids and not-" Hood laughs, interrupting himself before continuing, "gods, the change in her demeanor when I said your name and she thought you had sent me. That sister of yours has a lot of faith in you."
look I definitely went into this fic with Danny flirting and being poly in mind, it's just now I have the debate of having him bring up other partners casually
Rereading my own writing on the clock and I think I need to stop until the edit phase, I'm just staring into space now and wondering if I actually wrote Danny as smooth or if it would just work on me
Kinda wanna post a Captured King snippet tonight bc there's plenty to post a bit of (there's like 12k unposted), but then I have to worry about where to cut it, and it's so close to being done that I'm not sure it's worth it. Then again with scheduling/weekend plans I'm probably not going to be able to post it until next Tuesday or Wednesday, so that's enough time in-between to be worth it.
On the one hand if I don't have something ready for wip Wednesday the second week after deciding to try it out, it should probably just not be a weekly thing, but it's been a weird few days. Worst case it's not a consistent thing and ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Have a meme I made for the next (next relative to the posted snippet) scene for Captured King instead.
