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[dclovesdanny]

Dead on Main as reincarnations in of Odysseus and Penelope

Jason was Odysseus and Danny was Penelope

After Jason came back, he always felt like he was different. Not just in the way of pit, madness and rage, but his mind felt different. He would feel strong rage, sure, but he had never expected to feel nostalgia and protective grief when he saw a dick smile. He didn’t expect to feel a strange sense of both kinship and resentment towards Bruce.

(their last argument hit different in his mind after we came back. It came like an echo, and Jason tried to ignore how it didn’t just feel familiar in the way of memory, but it felt familiar in the way of déjà vu.)

After Danny died, a lot changed. His friends and jazz noticed the changes and were kind about them, always accommodating them. But some of the changes weren’t normal. Danny didn’t used to be so patient. The way he fawned over Paulina faded. Jazz recommended that he take up a hobby to calm himself down, and instead of gardening or building things, he started weaving.

His weaving actually got pretty popular, and was one of the only things in school that no one teased him about. Dash Had made some comments in the beginning, but after he saw Danny make a tapestry depicting ember, the teasing stopped.

(The ghosts didn’t act very differently with him, but Ember teared up when he gave her the tapestry. Pandora had an odd reaction when they first met, a strange sense of trust in her eyes that he knew wasn’t just because he was kind.)

Danny didn’t know why his hatred of Vlad was so visceral. He didn’t know why looking at Danielle was so heartbreaking and beautiful. He didn’t know why he felt so intrinsically parental to her, or why he was so vehemently against Vlad getting near her. He didn’t know.

(He may not have known, but everyone noticed it. Everyone at school noticed the uncomfortableness whenever Vlad was close to him, they discussed and revision on his face and the way that once, after Vlad made a comment about winning his mother‘s hand, he flinched violently. They all noticed. And if Casper high became a no fly zone for Vlad, if all of the teachers made sure to be as unwelcoming as possible towards their mayor and all of the students knew to hide Danny Vlad was in the building? well, assumptions were made, and none of them were good. Even after Vlad was no longer mayor and they had all grown up, everyone knew to keep Vlad as far away from Danny as possible.)

Jason had gone to help infiltrate the Amity park situation, along with Constantine Tim, and one of the flashes. He hadn’t expected anything much, knowing he was only there to help make sure that the magic people, but that…. That changed after he saw phantom fighting Plasimius. After he heard the older ghost voice that was like nails on chalk telling phantom that they could be a family.

(Jason ignored how uncomfortably familiar that sounded. He ignored the flash of a memory of standing behind a pillar while the man threatened to TAKE HIS WIFE)

Jason wasn’t supposed to intervene but like hell he was leaving Phantom with this guy. So what if he had to steal some of Constantine’s stuff for it? The bastard needed to learn to have less pickable locks.

[dclovesdanny]

Dead Quiet as reincarnations of Odysseus and Penelope

Cassandra was Odysseus and Danny was Penelope

Cassandra had always felt like she was different. In many ways, she was different. Many people were not assassin children who didn’t know how to speak until she was a teenager. Not many people fought crime. She was different but….. She knew her memories were different too.

The flashes she could see of people who she had never met, often came to her randomly. Once, it happened in the middle of a battle, and when she came back to herself, she had almost slaughtered the entire group. Luckily, this was before she went to stay with Bruce. Another time it was a flash of a man with kind eyes and the loving open smile before she flashed back to Dick, looking at her with a bit of confusion.

Sometimes, it was just certain words that made her feel wrong. Words like monster, ruthlessness, open arms. Each of those words provoked different reactions of grief and rage and self loathing.

Danny had always felt like he was different. In many ways, he had grown up differently too. Not many people were the kids of ghost hunters, or became half ghost. He was different, but… He knew his reactions to things were different

His instant revulsion to Vlad, even before he knew how much of a creep the guy was, wasn’t something he could explain. He couldn’t explain the home sickness he felt when he entered Pandora’s kingdom. 

(he never told anyone about the dreams of waiting for someone at a beach. About the dreams of longing and patience and pain. You never told anyone about how he would wake up, sometimes reaching for someone who wasn’t there.)

Danny was 17 when a new girl was introduced in school, a girl who use the name Cassandra Todd. Mr. Lancer introduced her to the class as the new student, and while everyone around him felt suspicious because new students didn’t come to Amity, all he could feel was the sense of longing and home and wanting.

Cassandra was 19 when she agreed to go undercover in Amity Park. It has been a media blackout zone within the past three years, and the justice league dark had informed everyone that it was a supernatural hotspot with some very dangerous things happening.

She had planned to infiltrate the school and look around. She hadn’t planned to see a boy sitting with two friends and to see longing and hope and love and home reflected in his body, or did she expect to feel the same thing in hers.

He stood up and approached her. She could see the suspicion and confusion and nervousness clear on the rest of the classes faces and bodies. However, all she could focus on was him.

He stood inches from her. His eyes met hers, and Cassandra felt a strange sense of peace and longing, but she kept quiet. She had to hear something first

The boy opened his mouth, his voice, barely a whisper.

“Is it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there or am I dreaming once more? his hand reached for her face, and she let herself fall into him.

“would you fall in love with me again?” Was all she managed to whisper before their lips met. Tears ran down her cheeks as she embraced the feeling of home.