(Cw: Implied Cannibalism)
He was a forgiving person; he wanted to think.
He wasn't quick to anger; Danny liked to think of himself as patient. It was rare for him to pull out that hidden box, at the back of his mind, filled with that nasty feeling.
But the word rolled down his tongue so easily when thinking about the man.
A boiling one, that made you want to scream so loud, to grab something and throw it. A type of anger that made you forget everything you did.
And Danny was seeing very well the red that rushed down the sink, as he washed his hands.
He looked up at the mirror, his head feeling like a balloon filled with water.
Blood covered his teeth, his lips, his chin... Blood was on his hair, shirt, and made his eyes look crazy.
He swallowed and choked on saliva, his hand reaching into his mouth to pull out what was stuck in his throat.
A single, long, silver hair.
He was warned many times that Ghosts were opportunistic carnivores.
The next day, the news reached him.
Vlad was alive, but in a coma. Suspected animal attack.
Danny let out a small chuckle. His parents were right after all, ghosts were just animals, no smarter than a rat.
And, like a rat, he deserved nothing but to be treated like one. Skittering on the streets of Gotham, looking for his next meal.
And he was a messy eater.