(Before we begin, I'd like to say that I've been awake for no less than 20 hours... And it currently half hour before midnight.
Okay?Okay. )
The story begin in the watchtower. Impending doom via asteroids, aliens, gods, ghost, terrible disaster or whatever you wish. Point is, the world might as well die if they fail to find a way.
Generic cult shit and badabing badaboom!!!
GH! PHANTOM!!!! Here to save the day!!!
There's a catch though, of course there is.
Dunno 'bout the technical rules cuz I did no proper research. But turns out that certain people just needs to die to preserve the balance of the world.
Grim reapers cannot kill cause all they can do is wait for death and guide the soul in the afterlife. They don't kill, unlike the popular belief that they do.
So what does that mean? It means that King Danny assigned one of people who summoned him to be his Executioner.
Who does he choose?
Isn't it obvious?
He chose RED HOOD, of course.
Cuz Danny instinctively knew that this man is a dying revenant, starving cuz he's not fulfilling his NEED for revenge and all that shit that made him possess his own body.
So Jason was given a new name, Red Hunter, a remembrance of the good old days. He was also given a book, except for the first page, the book was practically blank.
The first page was a contract, that the person was bound for life to kill ANYONE who's name appears in the book. That the person will do the task dutifully.
Jason, being chosen, signed it since he really have no problem in killing. Truthfully, he was glad that the Big Bat or anyone else (exempt Tim and Damian) was not chosen since, unlike him, they have morals that kept them from taking lives.
So, he signed it, the book vanished with a flash, Danny smiled in victory, disaster avoided and one, two, three!!!
Jason was awoken by his Ghostly Butler. A guide to help him do his job. A person who can answer his question.
So ask he did...
First of, where did the book go? Inside Jason, a little lesson of summoning the book give him a magical transformation to his Executioner outfit.
Does he have a time limit? Yes, apparently, it's 24 hours, a very good news.
What would happen if he fail to kill by the given time? A punishment to his own person. Ghost will attack him for several hours, or just bother him.
How does he do the killing? Whatever he decide. Death by bullet, stabbing, planned accident, poison, arson, or beaten. Really, for as long as he kill the person, the way he would do it doesn't really matter.
Why does he have a Butler? Cause of a previous issue with the last executioner killing themselves with their guilt. The Butler system was made so that that can be prevented.
How would he find his target? A ghost will lead him to it.
What does that mean? You will know at your first mission.
So he kills, what next? You shall use your thermos.
What does that even mean? You will know at your first mission.
Really, why does he have a butler? To give guidance and answer.
So, when will I get my mission? Now.
What?
So Jason took the book and there, written in a fancy calligraphy, the civilian name of Joker. Or at least that is what the ghost of his younger self wearing his old Robin costume said to him.
Summary: A rumor on how to summon ghosts has been going around the school and everyone has been trying it out like crazy. Too bad for the resident ghost boy that he is the fan favorite of his school to try this out on. Magic tends to favor the power of belief, after all.
Ao3 link
Again!?
A-fucking-gain!
This is the third time this week and it's still only fucking Wednesday. For the past several weeks it's been at least once a night, if he's lucky for it not to be day, and it happened again!
Danny has been dealing with unwanted summonings and he didn't even know he could be summoned when he just wanted to even just do his homework uninterrupted and if ghosts didn't then apparently this will happen!
He just wanted an uninterrupted sleep for once, is that too much to ask? Apparently it is but that won't stop him from complaining about it.
There has been some rumors floating around school on this topic but Danny and his friends laughed it off if they ever paid attention to them. Why would they believe rumors like this? Or, at least, that's what Danny thought. His friends seem to be taking it more seriously as time wore on and that should have been his first clue. Or maybe it was everyone else falling for this one much more than the ones before? It certainly circulated longer than other rumors before being dispelled by the A-listers before receding into the whispered rumors of school life.
Actually, the A-listers seem to be the most excited for it and are the main source of his headache. They must have trusted this source well to believe it before even trying it.
He's so tired he might snap at someone if this shit keeps up, especially if it ruins the weekend for him. He already had enough to be worried about as it is!
At least at school he has been safe from random summonings.
For now.
At the very least, for now.
Danny wore a glower and fashionable eye bags with even messier hair than usual to sell the whole look when he met up with his friends that morning which told them all they needed on how his night went. How his past several nights went.
"Dude, you do not look good." Tucker stated impulsively before he got a harsh elbow jab from Sam. "You could use a- Ow- Hey! I'm not wrong!" He defended himself, indignantly to the goth who can read the room where he is better at reading computer code. Of course his best friend had to state the obvious. Danny is too tired from being paranoid all night waiting to be pulled away again to give him more than a look.
"Doesn't mean you should say it!" Sam, blunt as ever but at least she tries to have tact when it's her friends, admonished the technogeek.
"Keen eyes, nerd." Danny told his friend with affection and a strained smile before he dropped it, "Would be nice to know how this started or even works, though."
A thought that weighs on him all day accompanied by dread for future disruptions.
Occasional glares from Wes throughout the day seemed a bit more intense but Danny never got what his deal with him was anyway. Despite the dirty looks, he hasn't said anything about him being Phantom at least. Danny was almost curious enough to ask.
Almost.
His luck is bad enough as it is right now.
Some point later that day on his way home from school, his ghost sense went off. Not suspicious on its own, but when there's no explosions or screaming or attack on him it is. Either a smarter ghost than usual or a blob ghost cluster is near.
Releasing a deep sigh, Danny got to work. No rest for the wicked.
Heh, sounds like something Mr. Lancer would say.
Finding an alley between buildings off the path more traveled, Fenton becomes Phantom in a blink of an eye. Hoping he doesn't regret this, Danny makes himself a target while looking for who, or what, set off his senses. However the only thing nearby was a black cat with red eyes, watching.
Watching and thinking and piercing.
All in a way that was increasingly unnerving with the amusement behind those eyes. Danny may not be a cat person, or spend much time around cats in general, but he is pretty sure that this is unusual.
And then it spoke.
"Having fun, Billy?" At a lack of a response he continued in a playful manner. "As you humans say, you look like you've seen a ghost."
Danny took a second to process before he realized he recognized that voice. That and no one else got his name this wrong, at least not anymore for the most part.
"Amorpho! Did you do this somehow?!" An accusing finger point to the talking cat by a boy who no longer cares who sees.
He tried to hide already, if anyone noticed his volume they'll just think he's in a fight. At least that's how he'll view it later when he has fucks to give.
"Do what, exactly? Can't you see I'm an onlooker that humans accuse of bad luck? Is it because of my current form?" Amorpho cheekily replied, relaxed as ever watching Danny gets heated like this in the back alley they currently are in.
Danny is not going to rise to the bait He is not! But the temptation remains.
"No, you smartass!" His frustration rises in his voice. Maybe it was annoyance or maybe it was a need to blame someone for his suffering. He just went off in a back alley in ghost form yelling at a ghost transformed as a cat. "That weird ghost summoning bullshit everyone is into these days! How is this one even working?!" Danny was practically panting by the end of his question, it ending up more of a plea than anything.
"You know, Billy," Aporpho starts as he changes back to his original form and takes pity on the boy who looks more like a sad wet puppy than a fearsome ghost fighter he tries to portray himself as, "it only works this well because they believe it will and you haven't done much to discourage it."
"Ehh? As if his brain was buffering, Danny took a second to respond as he took that information in. Tears of relief gathered at the corners of his eyes. "So, maybe if I turn invisible or something and make them think it doesn't work it could go away?"
"No idea," Amorpho made an over exaggerated shrug, "but you have done surprising things before that others could not. Not easy but probably not impossible to diminish the belief they have in your summoning. You are a very wanted being after all." He finished with a smile in his voice and a crooked smirk, shifting to another form as he left Danny with a possible answer to salvation from his classmates' summons.
What if I let them think my friends and I think it's cool? They've dropped things before when we do that!
Danny has new things to try now that he has some clue on what to do.
Ghost spells and human belief make more sense the more he thinks about it.
Epilogue:
There's been a new rumor of yet again a 'this one will work for real' method of summoning for the umpteenth time this year. They all tend to be bogus but considered good fun, especially by the a listers who just so happen to have two of Phantom's most devoted fans.
Heh! Devoted? They cant even see the obvious about the guy!
Wes laughed to himself as he looked down on them for such silly rumors while dismissing his obvious proof.
Although...
Maybe if it does work, and it hasn't before, he could keep Fenton in one place to get that proof that they wont be able to ignore.
He tried it at home that night aaaand... nothing.
Aboso-fucking-lutely nothing! He wasn't surprised but it would have made his life so much easier if something went his way for once.
And, to make it worse, when he tried to tell people at school that it wont work? Nothing but mocking from peers and accusations that he was Phantom and just trying to get them to not bother!
Fenton was right there even if it seemed like he barely registered the new 'hot topic' at school, or maybe does and doesn't care, and even he eventually joined in on the 'joke' that day!
You Guide Me In To Safety And Silence - A DewTom One Shot
Runts weren’t exactly uncommon but Quintessence runts were a particular rarity. Quints were so strong that the idea of a pure Quint being a runt was damn near unthinkable. And Copia had just managed to pull one - who looked days away from the Beyond - from the depths of the pits.
No one quite knew how long it had been since this Quint had crossed over and the portal shut. But still, no one had even so much as hissed in a breath. That was until Dew snapped into gear,
“Fuck this shit.”
Or,
Dew helps Phantom after being summoned, and they find out they both share a less-than-desirable trait amongst Ghouls.
Words: 2.5k
Rating: Teen and up
Relationship: Dewdrop/Phantom (platonic)
Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, cuddles, runts, branding (mentioned/discussed not shown), scars, soft & caring Dewdrop, they/them Phantom, Phantom needs a hug, Phantom gets hugs, summonings, implied/referenced previous t0rture and abu$e (basically just Dew realising what a lot of Phantom's scars and mannerisms are indicative of), uhhh idk what else to tag, help.
A/n: Mind the tags in regards to references made to Phantom's past, all are brief mentions and nothing's in too much detail. Please let me know if I missed any tags!
Title from 'Telomeres' by Sleep Token
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No one could quite believe the sight of the little Quint that landed on the altar. They were summoning a Quintessence Ghoul… right? Quints were usually big and bulky, a reflection of their cosmic-fuelled powers. Omega and Aether were your typical, stocky Quints, Delta and Swiss being Quint-aligned had some of the typical presentation as well.
So why was this one so tiny?
It clocked for everyone instantly what they were, and the Clergy’s eyes all turned to Copia, who was flushed in embarrassment at the attention. The man had an incredible connection to the unholy divine and had summoned six Ghouls by himself before this, his other three inherited from his brother. His stellar record had only led to a great amount of respect, but clearly that luck had just ran out because Copia had just summoned a runt.
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No one instantly went to the shocked and shivering Ghoul on the altar. They were so curled in on themself, they looked even smaller. The little clothing the Ghoul had on - as was typical down in the pits - revealed their twiggy frame, joints and bones sticking out under their patchy scarred skin.
Usually, Copia helped the Ghoul off the altar and threw a blanket over them, and get their permission to bind their souls to him and this Ministry. Then the pack would embrace them and the lot of them would spend a confinement period in the den, just them, no humans and no one would leave unless it was essential so the new summon could start to acclimate to life on the surface, and start to form a bond with the pack.
But everyone was stood gawping at the runt in the summoning circle.
Runts weren’t exactly uncommon but Quintessence runts were a particular rarity. Quints were so strong that the idea of a pure Quint being a runt was damn near unthinkable. And Copia had just managed to pull one - who looked days away from the Beyond - from the depths of the pits.
No one quite knew how long it had been since this Quint had crossed over and the portal shut. But still, no one had even so much as hissed in a breath. That was until Dew snapped into gear,
“Fuck this shit.”
He defied protocol as he took off his uniform’s cape and jacket, walking up to the altar to drape them over the Ghoul, who’s fangs where clacking together with their shivers. Well, no, actually. It was just the one fang, Dew noticed as he got closer. The other three had fallen, or probably rather were ripped out. Dew couldn’t spend too much time thinking about it though because their whole body was wracked with shivers, obviously in shock and suffering from the temperature change between the pits and Earth.
“What’s your name?” Dew asked softly in Infernal.
“Ph- Pha-“ They rasped before choking on air, probably not having had water anytime recently if the way their skin hung on their bones was anything to go by.
Dew left the altar to grab one of the water bottles from the floor alongside some food, snatched the blanket Copia still had draped over his arm and gave it all to the Ghoul. They wolfed down the fruit, guarding it close to them as they did so, and cocked their head slightly at the bottle.
“Drink from this,” Dew said as he cracked it open, “it’s like a waterskin.”
They carefully alternated between giving it cursory sniffs and small tastes. Dew’s heart ached because a Ghoul usually only did that when they’d purposefully been given tainted water before.
His soul twisted even more when he caught sight of the brand on their chest. It was the Infernal rune to mark a runt, roughly translating to “the ultimate, worthless shame bringer”. Dew had prayed that clans would stop using the scarification but clearly his prayers hadn’t been heard, and not for the first time.
Dew soon grew a small smile as they eagerly gulped down the water. They were sat up now, but their knees were hugged tight to their chest. The cape, jacket and blanket around them made them look impossibly small, despite glassy eyes, wide with dozens of emotions.
“So, what’s your name, little Bug?” Dew asked again.
“Phantom.” They said quietly.
“Hi, Phantom. I’m Dewdrop, but most people just call me Dew. Do you know any English?” Some Ghouls already knew a lot of the human language, practically being trained for life on the surface.
They shook their head.
“That’s okay. I didn’t know any when I was summoned.” Dew assured. His friendly demeanour for Phantom hardened as he turned to face Copia, still gawping, and switched to English, “Their name is Phantom, they don’t know any English so I will translate for them.”
That seemed to snap Copia from his daze, “Sì, sì. Grazie, Dewdrop.” He muttered, reaching for his rosary.
“Phantom?” Dew turned back to the new Quint, “This is Copia. He runs everything around here, and he’s going to offer if you want to stay here, and be bonded to him as his servant.”
The last word made Phantom stiffen, and their eyes went even wider with pure fear. Dew remembers feeling like that too.
“It’s just a word. It won’t mean the same thing here as it does down there. You’re safe now, I promise.” Dew said firmly.
“S- safe?” Phantom said, almost kit-like wonder in their big, round eyes, “They said I’d never know ‘safe’.”
Dew swallowed a growl, and managed to smile instead in a manner he hoped was friendly.
“Well, they were wrong. I swear, you’ll be safe here.” Dew said.
Phantom nodded and Dew turned back to Copia.
The Papa walked up to Phantom and removed one of his gloves, rolling up his sleeve.
“Phantom. I, Papa Emeritus the fourth, do hereby pledge to keep you safe and provide for you, in exchange for your work and servitude to spread His most unholy word. Do you accept?”
Dew translated and Phantom nodded their agreement to Copia.
“Hold your hand out like he has, then he’ll hold onto your forearm, you do the same. That rosary, that he’s holding, will wrap around where you’re holding on, and it might feel a bit weird but that’s just the magic, okay?” Dew informed and Phantom reached out a shaky hand.
Dew saw how multiple of Phantom’s digits had been declawed on both hands, the others were blunt and uneven. Dew sported a sad smile at Phantom being such a fighter, the many battles and loses spelled out over their body for all to see.
The magic washed over the room, and this was usually the point where the others would lave them with love and company before guiding them back. But none of them still seemed to want to move.
“Come on.” Dew said to Phantom, “I’ll show you where you’ll be living now.”
They hopped down and Dew wrapped an arm around them, the other reaching over to hold their hand that they took in a vice grip. As they walked out, Dew bared his fangs in a snarl to the rest of his pack for their horrific failure.
Dew took Phantom through side corridors and hidden passages, knowing how much the Siblings love the new summons and the gossip that comes from them. Dew thinks Phantom may collapse if faced with that, so took them through the route away from all eyes but the rats that ran free in the passage ways.
They got to the den, and Dew showed Phantom to an empty room.
“This is where you’ll sleep now. The beds can be turned into nests quite easily, and we have running water here, hot or cold, which is nice.” Dew explained, walking them in and sitting them down on the edge of the mattress, “The door and windows can be locked so no one can get in either.” He said, demonstrating both.
“‘s big.” Phantom muttered.
Dew nodded, “Doesn’t stop feeling like that.”
“Why’d you help me? ‘m a runt. No one ever helps me.” They questioned.
Dew let out a heavy breath and reached for his vest, cravat, and blouse, undoing them to reveal the old brand on his own sternum, “Because I know how it feels.”
Dew will never forget the day of his accidental summoning. How he was simply trying to get some water from a lake and he just-so-happened to be next to the Ghoul later known as Delta as they got summoned and his weak little soul managed to slip through. No one came to help him, Terzo had to bond him without his understanding because no one stepped up to translate for Dew. He pulled himself off the altar, and stalked after the group of Ghouls as they showed Delta back to the den and started their acclimation. Dew didn’t join them in the big nest in the common room they all slept in for those weeks. He didn’t form proper pack bonds with them and isolated himself until Omega, their leader, came into his room to apologise for the pack’s behaviour. The damage had been done though, and Dew never formed full bonds with them. He didn’t have a complete bond until Aether, Mountain, Zephyr and Ifrit came along.
From all that Dew promised himself that if another runt was ever summoned, he would never let them suffer a fraction of what he did.
“If you stay in here,” Dew said, fixing his shirt closed again, “I’ll get some stuff to make a nest, and I’ll get you some clothes, okay?”
Phantom just nodded again, pulling the blanket and Dew’s pieces of uniform tighter over them.
Dew left the room and went to his own. He quickly changed into some sweats and a t-shirt, grabbing some for Phantom too. He stacked his arms with pillows and blankets from his own nest to add to what little to Ministry provided.
He went back in to see Phantom hadn’t moved a single muscle. The pale patches of scarred skin probably meant that they had seen some severe punishment for disobedience, and Dew had to hold back tears. Runts were often used as slaves, for a bit of fun, treated as nothing more than a shit smear because that’s all they were worth. A Quintessence runt especially would be of particular interest.
“Do you want to get changed? I can leave while you do, if you want.” Dew said. Bodies and nakedness were never usually a problem for the open airs of the pits, but what it was likely Phantom had been through, he thought it best to offer.
But Phantom just got up and started changing. Dew turned his back to give them some privacy, and snuck a tiny glance a couple minutes later to make sure they were done. He turned back to their nest and set up the pillows and blankets into something basic that Phantom could fine-tune to exactly how they wanted. Dew finished laying the last blanket down and Phantom stared at it.
“You okay, Bug?” Dew said.
“Never had a nest.” Phantom muttered.
“I hadn’t either before coming here, but unholy fuck, they are a game changer. Especially as you get closer to other people, because sometimes we all swap blankets and pillows and plushies so our nests smell of each other.” Dew smiled.
Phantom leant over and sniffed the nest, “Smells like you.”
“It’s stuff from my room.” Dew said, “Come on.”
He climbed in and tucked himself under one blanket, lifting a different one for Phantom to duck under. They did so hesitantly, but Dew could see the relief from the cosiness coming over their face and body as they sunk more and more into it.
“Comfy?” Dew asked with a smile as they burrowed down.
Phantom just nodded again.
“You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?” Dew remarked.
“Was always told I shouldn’t speak ‘cause anything I said was as worthless as me.” They murmured, eyes far off while a claw lightly petted over one of the bats printed onto the fleece blanket.
“I promise it’s different here. You’ll be listened to, and you’ll be respected.” Dew assured, “The others, they’ve never seen someone like us be summoned before, they didn’t know what to do. They’ll come around and apologise if you let them though. Then maybe we can all set up a big nest together in the common room?”
They nodded again, curled up into a ball on their side, their tail coiled around their abdomen with their arms in a self-soothing attempt that must be instinct at this point for them.
“Do you want me to hold you?” Dew asked, knowing how much he craved it when he was summoned, “It won’t be like the others. I won’t even directly touch your skin, if you don’t want.”
Phantom still didn’t meet Dew’s eyes as they thought about it. Dew wriggled down in the nest so he could actually see them.
“Look at me.” He said softly, and for the first time, they did. Dew’s breath was nearly taken straight from his lungs at the gorgeous violet of their irises, so incredibly bright despite all the darkness they’d seen and been through, “I won’t hurt you. I’m not whoever’s hurt you so much in the past. They’re gone. They’re all gone. And they can’t get you here.”
Phantom’s gaze softened and they nodded.
“Okay.” Dew smiled, “How do you want me?”
Phantom thought about it for a moment, probably never having a choice laid in their hands before.
“Um, by there.” They pointed to the headboard.
Dew propped a pillow against the wood to save his back, then sat up against it, “Like this?”
Phantom nodded.
Dew pulled his own blanket back around him, and opened his arms so Phantom could position themself however they wanted. And slowly, they crawled over and lay on their side, their head against Dew’s chest and listening to his heartbeat. Their hand rested next to Dew’s face and traced the scars of his brand through his t-shirt. Usually Dew hated anyone touching there, not even Aether or Mountain who’d he’d known longest were allowed to, but something about Phantom made Dew want to protect them with everything his shitty little body could give.
Dew reached for the bat blanket they had adopted and draped it over them, when he rested his hands down over Phantom, he made sure that they didn’t go beneath the blanket and stayed far away from anywhere that might trigger some unpleasant memories.
“‘s quiet here.” Phantom whispered after a while.
“Yeah, the walls are quite thick so you have your own little safe space in here. You can decorate it however you want as well. It’s yours and no one call tell you ‘no’ in here.” Dew said.
They stayed in silence for a little while longer, and Dew eventually starting whispering and babbling reassurances as they snuggled together for the next few hours.
“You are safe here, I promise, Phantom. No one’s going to hurt you anymore.” Dew said.
They took a deep breath and, in English, said a single word,
“Safe.”
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Danny had been summoned to many, many different places. Creepy warehouses with cloaked hooded cultists chanting? Yep. The produce area of an abandoned supermarket? Check. Several girls’ slumber parties ages ranging from 12 to 25? Been there, done that. Hell, he’s even been summoned by a group of boys for no other reason than one of them had to prove that his sister wasn’t lying when she said that they had summoned the Ghost King at her last slumber party. Yeah, that was fun. No, not really.
But a daycare? Or at least somewhere he thought was a daycare? Now that was someplace Danny had never thought he’d be summoned to. But there he was. Plopped into a group of maybe 10-15 kids. Not fully eldritch but enough for other ‘normal’ humans to become extremely unsettled or flat out scared. Horns spiraled out from the sides of his head, limbs too long and skinny to be considered human, his hands held spindly long fingers tipped with icy claws, his eyes were normal if not for the black sclera instead of white. He was wearing his normal black and white hazmat suit with a fur lined cloak hanging heavy on his shoulders. Danny said nothing as he stared, flabbergasted, at the small, young boy crying on the ground. He had a really bad skinned knee that was bleeding a fair amount. It apparently was enough blood to trigger the summoning circle.
There were several other children around the room. All of them had frozen and stared either at the boy, or, blatantly, at Danny. He was too tired to deal with this. He had other shit to do rather than babysit random ass kids that inadvertently summoned him. So Danny bent down and took a look at the kid’s knee. He was as gentle as possible.
“Hey buddy.” Danny says softly. “That looks like it hurts. Would it be ok if I fixed it for you?”
The kid didn’t say anything, more just nodded but Danny wasn’t sure if he could even hear him. So Danny pulled out his emergency first aid kit and went about cleaning and bandaging the boy’s knee.
“What’s your name?” Danny asks gently as he disinfects the bloody wound.
“James.” A soft whisper answers.
“Well you’re very brave James.” He responds.
There isn’t anymore conversation after that, but the atmosphere was more relaxed now that Danny had demonstrated that he wasn’t a threat. By the time he had finished the other kids were surrounding them. They all looked incredibly curious. A few of the braver ones had asked questions while Danny had been doing. He thought that even if he usually didn’t deal well with kids, he did a pretty damn good job.
Danny made to stand up but instead was tackled back to the ground by a tiny body. He looked over his shoulder to find a little girl clinging to his cloak with all her might. She beams brightly up at him.
“Are you here to play with us?” She asks.
“Uhh, no?” Danny answered, confusion lacing his words.
Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because now there was another child pouncing on his back and two more holding onto each of his arms. All at once they tried to talk. Some in complaining tones, others in curiosity.
“Noo! You should stay and play!”
“Yeah! You have to stay and play ‘cause that’s the rules!”
“Yeah! That’s the rules!”
“How come you have a cape?”
“Do you like hide and seek?”
“Why’s your hair white? Does that mean you’re old?”
“If you’re old does that mean you can’t play hide and seek?”
“No! I don’t like hide and seek!”
“Yeah! He should come draw with us instead!”
“How come you have horns?”
“Are you dressed up for Halloween?”
“Halloween isn’t for a long time stupid!”
“Hey!”
Danny’s head was starting to spin. He hadn’t eaten since that morning. The ghosts had decided to make his life a living hell and attack him every ten minutes. Now with this, this was the icing on the cake. Summonings had become somewhat more of an often occurrence. Not by much but enough that it still messed up his day. But you know what? Today is a day to just roll with the punches. So Danny did play hide and seek. He also did some drawings. He even let some of the kids try on his cloak. He even gave some of the older kids flights around the room. Danny had sent a text to the group chat somewhat explaining the situation before focusing again on entertaining the tiny children.
When he asked about an adult that was in charge; he got the answer of mommy and daddy are dead or they weren’t coming back. So he assumed that this was kind of like an orphanage. One where older kids took care of the youngers and everyone watched each other’s backs. That really didn’t sit right with Danny but there really wasn’t anything he could do for them.
So instead he entertained them and played with them. He didn’t know how long they played together, but it was long enough to where the majority of the kids were falling asleep. So he gathered up the youngest ones and had a cuddle pile. His cloak became their blanket. Some of the older kids joined them as well.
They had finally gotten the last little one to sleep when Batman kicked the door down. Danny managed to snag the door before it hit the floor. Green energy enveloping it as he set it down carefully. The hero marched into the room, closely followed by a young woman dressed in what looked like one of those ‘sexy magician’ Halloween costumes he had seen before. Now, if Danny hadn’t been so tired he would have been embarrassed by his reaction. But since he was half mad from sleep deprivation, and maybe a little hunger, considering how long he had gone without an actual proper meal, there were no such feelings. So instead of calmly telling them to be quiet as to not wake up the other kids and that he would explain later. He threatened the pair.
“If either of you end up waking up even one of the kids I will personally make it my mission to make you’re lives extremely difficult.” Danny hisses dangerously, eyes flaring protectively.
The three year old cuddled into his left side stirred slightly. Hazel eyes blinking blearily up at him. Immediately calling Danny’s attention to the little boy. “Shh, shh, go back to sleep Sammy.”
A content purr sounding from the halfa. The little boy, Sammy, did as told and went back to sleep. Danny goes back to glaring at the two adults. He hisses softly when the magician lady takes a step forward. A warning to the back the hell up. Surprisingly she does exactly that and Danny stops hissing. Though his eyes were still narrowed in suspicion.
Batman opens his mouth, probably to demand answers and information, but Danny cuts him short with a warning growl. “I don’t care if you have questions or want to know why or how I got here. I’m waaay to friggin tired to give you any kind of satisfactory answer. So just let me sleep.” A large yawn escapes him. “If you guys want to stay until nap time is over then be my guest.”
Danny then closes his eyes and focused on the children cuddling closest to him. Miranda curls more into his chest, face halfway pressed to his collarbone, and hums sleepily. Adam wakes himself up a bit with a sudden loud snore but settles right back into Danny’s right side, his head resting on the older’s shoulder. Sarah is still situated between his legs with her head lolled in Miranda’s lap. Suzie has her back firmly pressed to the outside of Danny’s left thigh. Sammy’s feet are just barely touching the top of her head. Danny let’s himself relax and bask in the kids’ sleepy emotions. Just before he falls off into sleep he cracks open an eye.
Batman and the magician lady are talking in hushed whispers in the opposite corner of his not so little cuddle puddle. He probably could have listened in on their conversation with his enhanced hearing. Nah, that would take too much effort. So instead he just drops off. This is something future Danny will have to deal with. Current Danny just wants to take a damn nap.
I love the idea that the Boruto kids are protected and looked after by their parents' summonings. Like the scene where Sasuke's snake saves Sarada is so peak. I feel like it's safe to assume if one or both of the child's parents have a summoning, that animal friend has been looking after them since they were babies
