Torture
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Jason wakes up in Danny’s arms. He really should stop doing that. He can’t get used to this feeling, it’ll only hurt him.
Their stuck together for eternity king and knight, knight and king. Sure Danny could fire him but that would seriously hurt the both of them, not to mention the fraid connection.
Cutting off a fraid connection is extremely painful, even dangerous. Frostbite said it hurts just as much if the ghost fades or leaves.
He would hate to put Danny through that. And seeing as he was invited into Danny’s fraid it would also hurt Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Ellie. He’d be a monster.
Danny puts up with too much shit from too many people. And the thought of hurting his fraid even unintentionally terrifies him.
“You wanna talk about last night.” Icy hands rub circles on Jason’s back pressing down on him when he tries to get up.
No getting out of this one. “My stupid brother broke in so what.”
“I thought you were getting on with your family now.”
“He said I was unreachable for three days. How long have you been here?” If Jason is one thing he’s stubborn. And if he’s a second thing he’s a world class deflector.
“I got here about two hours after you called, took my awhile to get to my phone and then to the realms and the far frozen and everything. I’m sorry.”
Like two hours to get from Amity to Gotham isn’t crazy on it’s own. “It’s fine. I just needed to know if I was unaccounted for.”
“You had two shots and were asleep for two days. Its working great, you’re stronger now.”
“How so.” Eye roll
“You’re starting to use ghost speak again.” Every muscle in Jason’s body tenses.
“It’s okay, you haven’t said much.”
“For once.” He mumbles into Danny’s chest.
“You wear your heart on your sleeve my knight, nothing wrong with that.”
‘My knight’ Danny says it like its something precious.
“Crime lords and knights alike die on the blade of emotion.” Jason laments.
Danny chuckles lightly. “You really do need more rest.”
For a beat of silence where he just basks in all that is Danny. Jason would never admit it but he pretends Danny is doing the same while the other man takes deep breaths, face smooshed into Jason’s hair.
Danny’s always been weird about his hair. He’s always been weird in general.
It’s hard to properly remember his time in the infinite realms. Rancid ecto from the Lazarus pits basically corrupted his core and gave him a chronic illness to boost.
In a place as cursed as Gotham not being able to filter your own ecto is a bitch and a half. It’s why Jason needs those ecto shots so bad, or he’ll be living off of the reused pit juice clogging up his core. Making him mad.
He has a few moments, being added into the fraid, curled up in the library reading with Danny, some of his knighting ceremony. Most of it is just emotions. The memories feel like ghost speak.
Reaching into the emotions of Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Belonging, Peace, home.
Putting his hand on Danny’s chest, just under his heart. Putting a hand on his core, it’s like deja vu. Jason is sure this is how he learnt ghost speak.
“Mmh. I feel you, but what are you saying.” Danny holds Jason closer, he didn’t think that was possible.
Jason focuses harder on his feelings Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace, Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace, Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace. But they all had an underlying thread. Jason didn’t know how to change it, to cut out the noise. It was
“Home. You feel like home.” Danny chuckles lightly “Phoenix of the hearth, of course you feel like home.”
Fond, Care, Gentle thrums from Danny and through to him, it resonates in his bones.
Then softly, ever so softly, almost hidden under the cool winter wind of Danny’s feeling he adds, “my darling phoenix.”
Like a secret, like something he wasn’t supposed to hear, like it slipped through his lips in a sleep induced haze.
Jason needs to stop torturing himself like this.
