#chattel prod

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Of course, safe house didn’t mean empty house. “What the fuck are you all doing here?” Jason asked as he tossed his keys onto the side table. Tim, Steph, and Cass all looked back at him like they were the very picture of innocence. Ever since that first night, all three of them had decided they were invested in Danny’s well being. “Depends if the hearing aids worked,” Tim said. “Are we celebrating or commiserating?” “Celebrating,” Danny breathed out, all of the hard sounds of the word missing. The trio didn’t seem to mind (they never did) and a cheer went up. Danny started at the noise before he broke out in a grin. “Great, that means we don’t need to change the icing,” Steph said. She pulled the black lid off the sheet cake in the middle of the small table with a flourish. It read ‘happy anniversary’ in that bold blue frosting that was sure to stain everyone’s mouth in seconds. Jason just rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He didn’t say anything though, because Danny was laughing that soft laugh of his as he took in the absurdly off topic cake that they had gotten him. It was weird, but if it made Danny happy then it was good. “Only little slices right now,” Jason said, “otherwise everyone will be hyped on sugar and not eat dinner and I am not dealing with that.” Tim flipped Jason off.

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“Red!” Hood called out. Red poked his head in through the door a moment later. “Yeah?” “How easily can we stage an electrical explosion at the warehouse and make it look like they died in it too?” Hood asked with a head motion to the Meta. “Oh.” Red tilted his head in that birdlike way of his. “We we can leave something incriminating like the containment belt, we might be able to. If we get creative.” “No ‘getting creative’ around me," Leslie ordered. "I need plausible deniability. Go get some other Bats involved. I need to at least splint these breaks and it seems Red Hood is on security blanket duty today.” “Call Nixxie if you need… something from that side of the world,” Hood said. Red paused. “Why would you think that I have Nixxie’s number?” “Red,” Hood growled. “Going, going! Let me know what safe house you end up at all I’ll meet you there,” Red said and then was gone.

[clockwayswrites]

*whistles innocently* cw: dc cannon typical violence

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Danny’s head swam. Time passed in painful bursts that he was having trouble following. He’d been on the floor after another session. He was always on the floor after. He was on the floor, stuffed back into his too small feeling human body, skin tight and burning. His human body—was it really? Was he? Wasn’t he more ghost than human anymore? How many people did he have to kill to lose his humanity? He used to think one. There had been more than one. Was he human? The body was but wasn’t. It was broken and bruised and bleeding. Electricity crackled through it. It was always electricity. He wished it would kill him for good. He didn’t think it could. Where was he? He was on the floor. It was after a session, he was always on the floor after a session. But the electricity had stopped. The electricity had stopped and the man was dead on the floor. One of the many men that always hurt him. One Danny had wished he could kill. Had wanted to kill, because what humanity did he have left, anyways? What was left of the man’s face stared back at him. Someone was trying to talk to him. Danny could hear the rumble of a voice, but he couldn’t make any of the words out. It sounded kind though. Danny tried to focus on the voice and the person and where he was. He was on the floor.

[clockwayswrites]

I'm fighting for my life with Chattel Prod cause I can see so easily how it turns into 50K and that cannot happen.