Prologue, Part one (ignore this, I changed most things in the next chapter and was too lazy to delete it), Part two, Part three, Part four, Part five, Part six, Part seven, Part eight, Part nine, Part ten, Part eleven, Part twelve, Part thirteen, Part fourteen, Part fifteen, Part sixteen, Part seventeen, Part eighteen, Part nineteen, Part twenty, Part twenty one, Part twenty two, Part twenty three, Part twenty four, Part twenty five, Part twenty six, Part twenty seven, Part twenty eight, Part twenty nine, Part thirty, Part thirty one, Part thirty two, Part thirty three, Part thirty four, Part thirty five, Part thirty six, Part thirty seven, Part thirty eight, Part thirty nine, Part fourty, Part fourty one,
Dead on MAYN Day 5:
Danny is there when Jason resurrects in his coffin.
The thermos rolls back and forth between Danny’s palms. It’s only faintly warm to the touch, though Danny knows that the tea inside is still plenty hot. Tea, chocolate, protein bars, sour candies, oatmeal cookies, apple slices—Danny brought a variety of things, not sure what the other might want. At this point, it’s basically a whole picnic.
A picnic in a graveyard.
It’s just one of those things that leaves Danny befuddled about how his life is going. Other teens are at the lake for the break. Danny is sitting around in a graveyard because a god of time told him too.
Just undead boi things.
(Like girl dinner, but way worse.)
The warm hoodie, wet wipes, and plushie are less about the weird picnic vibes and more about trying to offer some comfort. Danny can’t imagine waking up in a grave, so if he can offer any comfort he wants to. Though sure, the plushie is a little awkward looking; Danny sowed it in home economics class. The project probably would have gone better if Danny had chosen something more standard, like a teddy bear, but the opossum design had been too cute. Besides, Danny thinks that the flaws sort of add to the character.
Besides, someone crawling out of their own grave won’t be too picky, right?
The headstone catches Danny’s attention again and he glances over at it. Jason Todd. A beloved son. Dead at fifteen.
Would he have a grave stone like that, if he hadn’t come back from the accident? Or would his parents have gone for cremation? Would there even have been anything of him left?
Or would his parents have just studied what was left of him?
Don’t think like that.
Danny rests his head against the top of the thermos. He can’t think like that. His parents love him. He knows that his parents love him.
He just doesn’t know if they can love Phantom.
He doesn’t want to find out.
Slowly, Danny takes a deep breath and lets it out. He counts; in two three four, hold, out two three four. The earth is cold through the blanket that he’s sitting on. The air smells like the city, so different from Amity Park. It’s the difference that helps ground Danny.
He checks the time on his cellphone again. Four minutes. At least Clockwork gave a very precise time.
10:42
What an insignificant time to come back to life.
For the last four minutes, Danny fusses. He straightens the blanket, sets the snacks up in a neat row, and spreads the hoodie out.
10:39
10:40
10:41
10:42
Well, that’s an anticlimactic stillness. Isn’t something supposed to happen? A halfa rising from the grave?
Danny leans over and presses his ear to the dew damp earth.
Does he hear something?
Maybe…
Screaming.
Not stopping to think, Danny plunges his hand through the earth then his shoulder then torso…. down, down down he reaches until he’s deep enough for his fingers to brush against the enameled wood of a casket. Then he reaches through it.
A cold, trembling hand grasps his.
Danny pulls.
It feels like dragging up a million tons to pull Jason Todd up and out of his grave. It feels like the very earth and soil of Gotham is resisting letting go of its son.
Danny only pulls harder.
“He doesn’t belong here yet! Please! He’s not dead! You have to let him live again. You have to let him go!”
The resistance vanishes so suddenly that it feels like the earth basically spits them out. For a moment Danny feels like he’s flying—not Phantom, but him. It’s a whirl of motion and and earth and then Danny is doing his best to turn and take the blunt of the landing. They land hard on the blanket, knocking the thermos over and squashing at least one snack. Danny holds on for dear life.
Well, dear half-life.
The guy—Jason, his name is Jason—is large in Danny’s arms, all broad shoulders and firm chest. Danny feels slightly smothered under the other, but in a good way. Like being under Tucker’s weighted blanket. His fingers slide easily through Jason’s hair.
“Jason?”
Jason just clings tighter. His nose is pressed against Danny’s neck like he’s trying to hide from the world there against Danny. Danny breaths in and out, trying to focus.
“It’s okay, Jason. I know how much it hurts. I know how much it hurts and how everything feels different. Nothing feels right, and it’s not. But it will shift. It will be right again. I’m here and I—um, I have snacks and tea and a hoodie. Because you’re cold! Which makes sense, you’ve been underground for, like, months and that would make anyone cold. Oh! And a plushie, which is stupid maybe, but you can hold on to it,” Danny rambles. Jason manages to get an arm around Danny and holds him close. Their legs tangle together. Danny swallows thickly. “Or you can hold onto me, I guess, that works too. But really. It will be okay. With some time, it will be okay.”
“It—I… I’m… I’m…” Jason’s lips were surprisingly soft again Danny’s neck.
“Yeah, you are. You’re alive,” Danny said. “Come on, can we get sitting up? You don’t need to let go of me, but I want to get a little bit of food and drink into you. It will help you feel better.”
With some effort and coxing, Danny gets them sitting up. Jason does not let go.
He does take the opossum though.
And he sips slowly at the tea and eats a few apple slices.
It’s something at least.
“Okay, Jason,” Danny says as he gropes blindly for where his cellphone ended up. “No clue how I’m going to explain this, but let’s see about getting you back to your family. Don’t suppose you remember anyone’s phone number? I know, who even remembers phone numbers these days. Or can you at least give me some names?”
“That—I… Dad. I want Dad,” Jason chokes out.
“Dad, okay.” Danny lets out a sigh as he lays fingers on his phone. “Let’s see if modern technology can help us find ‘dad’.”
It’s a bit of one handed fumbling to type in Jason’s name. Danny doesn’t even expect to find much, not until he can get around to hunting through funeral home obituaries at least, so he’s shocked when Jason’s name pulls up article after article. ‘Son of Billionaire Bruce Wayne Murdered’, ‘The Mysterious Murder of Jason Todd’, ‘The Prince of Gotham’s Son Dead at Fifteen’—on and on.
“Well, okay, ‘dad’ has been found,” Danny said. “Because getting a hold of Bruce Wayne is going to be easy. Like I can just call up a billion—Sam! Right, duh. She might not have his personal number or anything, but she’ll know how to get a hold of someone who can get a hold of him.”
“Sam?” Jason mumbles around a half attended to slice of apple.
“Friend. Well, ex-girlfriend actually,” Danny says as he pulls up the trio’s group chat. “So just friend again! Which is good? Fine, it’s fine. We had too much history with each other, it just wasn’t working. There was too much between us, including, you know, murder.”
For a moment, Jason stills before the faint trembling that seems to have settled into Jason’s bones resumes. “M-murder?”
“Oh! No, it’s not as bad as it sounds. It was my murder, and it kinda needed to happen. But hey, you know, you don’t have a monopoly on coming back to life you know,” Danny babbles absently as he types.
Dtom:
Sam Sam Sam Sam ASAP need Bruce Wayne’s # or close a you have
While Danny waits for a response, he rubs his hands idly up and down Jason’s back. He’s surprised that Jason isn’t in a suit. He thinks that’s what people are normally buried in. Instead, Jason is dressed in sweats and a well worn Wonder Woman t-shirt. Danny has to wonder if it’s the scars that Danny can feel under the thin cotton of the shirt that has something to do with the strange outfit. Maybe open casket wasn’t an option.
“Come on, let’s get this hoodie on, okay?” Danny manages to worm his was free of Jason’s tight hold enough to grab the hoodie.
It takes some fumbling, and by the time that the hoodie is on Danny’s phone has chimed a few times. At least the hoodie fits—more than fits. Danny had brought one of Jack’s. It was big.
SpAM:
wtf Danny
WTF!!!!!
DANNY PICK UP YOUR PHONE RIGHT NOW
Dtom:
The person that came back to death? Jason Todd. Wayne’s son
SpAM:
G-d. FINE
Danny helps Jason drink a little more tea while they wait.
SpAM:
Here. But you better send me the full story as soon as you can!!
Danny sends a thumbs up and then clicks on the ID card Sam sent. He puts the phone on speaker and holds it between them. It rings exactly three times.
“Wayne residence. Who may I ask is calling?” A prim British voice asks.
“Um, hi. I’m Danny Fenton, not that means anything to you. I’m here… I don’t really know how to say this but to just say it. I’m here at the cemetery with Jason Todd.”
“Pardon?”
“Ah… Al…fie.” Jason struggles to speak, but pushes on. “Alfie, ish me.”
“Oh heavens…,” the Brit gasps cross the line. “My dear boy.”
Danny moves to Gotham for college and falls head over heels for the ecto contaminated beef cake in his English lit class.
He’s constantly tripping over himself anytime he’s around and wants nothing more than to grab his attention.
Now thanks to all Mr. Lancers hard work, Danny’s actually pretty good at English, but thanks to a certain walking distraction he starts to fall behind.
The first time he gets a D on a test he nearly sobs. Thankfully he has a merciful teacher that decided to help him out, so they asked Jason if he could tutor Danny so he could bring up his grades.
Unfortunately that doesn’t stop Danny from being an absolute mess, and an absolutely terrible flirt.
While discussing Jane Austin, Danny decides to just bite the bullet.
“So what would it take for someone to win your heart?” He asked with a dopey grin.
Jason snorted, “The Joker’s corpse.” He said, half paying attention before continuing on with the lesson.
Danny blinked, “uhhh, which one?”
Jason paused, “what do mean which one? There’s only one joker.” He looked at Danny like he was stupid.
Danny just shrugged, “well, yeah, now there is. But, like which corpse did you want? The first, 2nd, or 3rd joker?” He asked, giving Jason a dopey grin. “I can definitely get you the 2nd jokers corpse, the third is still active so he’d require some extra effort, but I may have a problem with the first Joker.”
Jason narrowed his eyes, “and why’s that?”
Danny shrugged, “oh Batman killed him years ago,” he paused, “well technically he didn’t land the final blow. He did however cause the concussion that caused him to stumble off a cliff, but he would have died from the internal bleeding anyway.” Danny explained, not understanding why Jason was so shocked but not at all mad about the attention.
“I’m pretty sure most of his body’s been eaten by the local wildlife at this point, but I can try to find his skull if you want?” Danny said, batting his eyelashes.
Jason just stared at him in shock. “How-how could you possibly know that!?!?”
Danny smiled, “oh, I have some friends that are constantly in and out of walker’s prison in the ghost zone. Apparently the guy won’t shut up about Batman and bragging about killing a Robin.” Danny frowned, “stupid move really, living or dead, people are rarely chill about child killers. Walkers had to put him in solitary just about every week.”
Jason huffed, “you expect me to believe Batman killed the Joker after he killed m-Robin and now he’s in ghost jail?”
“Well where did you think he would end up?” He rolled his eyes “He’s not gay enough for superhell.”
Jason just blinked. “Was that a Supernatural reference?” He smirked, making Danny blush.
“Uhh. Maybe?”
Jason smiled, “alright, prove to me that joker is dead and not only will I go on a date with you, I’ll introduce you to my family as my boyfriend.”
Danny turned bright red and beamed “Deal!”
An hour later Jason walked out of the weirdest prison he had ever seen with his new boyfriend and a new lease on life.
When Jason brought Danny home for dinner that night, they ended up eating without Bruce, as he was still frozen in shock by the front door after his son came in, introduced him to his new boyfriend as his dad and gave him a hug!
A real hug! A hug that lasted a full 30 seconds!
Danny wasn’t sure what was going on but he had a hot new boyfriend who was familiar with the ghost zone! He couldn’t wait to introduce him to clockwork!
I said, do you think you'll kill for me one day? Yes, of course I will, my darling [Dead On Main Prompt]
You know how people say, “Fear the wrath of a kind man”?
Well, the Infinite Realms have the same saying, but instead of a kind man, it's a guardian spirit you should fear.
Guardian spirits are pretty chill in general, but— The moment you prick their obsession? The moment you do something bad to the thing they're protecting?
They'll remind you that they're also known as one of the most vicious types of ghosts you can run into.
Danny moves to Gotham thanks to winning a full scholarship to Gotham University. He moves into an apartment in Crime Alley, and there he meets Jason, his next-door neighbor.
They just click.
Jason even reveals he's the Red Hood before they start dating, and Danny feels increasingly confident in revealing his halfa status and helping Jason with his undeveloped core.
Everything's going swimmingly.
So of course, that's when the Joker has to break out of Arkham, kidnap them, and broadcast the hostage situation live.
Danny is barely regaining consciousness when his core is hit with RAGE-FEAR-HELP-HURT that comes from Jason's weak core.
Ghostly instincts take over Danny, and the moment that fucking clown enters his field of vision— He just lunged at him.
And even though the feed is glitched, all of Gotham is witnessing the Joker's death.
❅─✦❅༻•༺❅✧─❅
This prompt was born from an idea for a scene that's been living rent-free in my head:
It's just Danny and Jason lying on the warehouse floor. Danny, stunned, staring at his hands because he's just killed for the first time in his life and afterlife, and Jason cuddling him against his chest, trying to comfort him while planting kisses on the top of his head he's lovedrunk because he, a vengeful spirit, has been avenged by his coremate.
Also because I need a Danny with that ambivalence of feeling guilty and justified for having killed for the first time.
Danny who has really bad PTSD and Paranoia brought on by Vlad bugging his house. So when Danny and Jason move in together, and Jason insists on a security system, he gives Danny full control. He lets Danny pick where all the cameras go, and he links them up to Danny's phone so Danny can shut them off to feel safe if he needs to.
Everything goes fine for a while. Danny shuts the cameras down when hes having a bad day, but usually he leaves them and even seems less paranoid about them as time goes on.
But then, Danny finally convinces Jason to let them get a dog. Jason agreed so long as it was small to medium size, so of course that ment they brought home some sort of massive breed that Jason pretty sure is part wolf. Or demon. But Danny insists its a small dog, and won't grow any bigger than 36inches tall, and he looked so happy and in love with the dog that Jason just couldn't say no. At least it was well behaved-
-But after a week or so of having the dog, it started acting weird one morning. Standing the middle of the living room, they barked at the corner of the house repeatedly, not coming for food or water or to play. Finally, Danny checked out what they were looking at, and as he dug around and searched, his body started shaking in fear.
It was a camera. Not one of their, it was more high tech, smaller, and not at all where Danny placed them. Danny threw the camera on the ground, breaking it, before frantically tearing the house apart in search of more, the dog more than happy to help him search. Danny looked and relooked and checked for four hours before finally collapsing in the closet and having a panic attack.
When Jason came home to the house torn apart he freaked out and was relieved to find Danny in the closet with the dog. Though, he was worried that Danny was completely despondent and that his face was stained with tears.
When he finally got him to talk, and tell him about the cameras, Jason was pissed. He had a good idea who planted them, and he was so angry that they caused such a setback.
Jason took Danny and the dog to a hotel, watching with a tense jaw as Danny did a sweep of their room 6 times before laying on the bed and passing out.
Filled with righteous fury, Jason went back to the house, gathered up all the smashed cameras and drove straight to Wayne Manor. It was a shame, Jason hadn't been feeling the pit rage as strongly as of late, and now suddenly it was bubbling all up to a surface, and just when Jason was thinking of trying to reconnect and mabe introducing them to Danny. But now, now he kind of just wanted them all dead for setting Danny back in his healing.
QPR bloodymary where Grace hates public displays of affection and complains about it constantly. Then he apologizes to Simon for hating it and all Simon says is “what why?? It’s gross. people shouldn’t be doing that”
There is a hypocritical side of Grace that could kiss Simon for saying that. They talk shit about couples all the time now.
QPR bloodymary where Simon generally doesn’t care about ever having a “real” romantic relationship and just likes hanging out with Grace and living in a house together where they can plant a garden and watch the same movies over and over again.
People ask “why don’t you just date? when are you going to actually date?? Can’t wait for the wedding announcement” and neither one of them care about that.
Grace being kind of a pushover due to a combination of conflict avoidance, low self-esteem and the amount of stuff he had to put up with while working for Stratt (eg, “you live on this aircraft carrier now”).
Rocky and Grace being in some kind of meeting with the science thrum on Erid's surface (Grace in his xenonite suit), shortly after they arrive, when Rocky notices that Grace is being even more clingy than usual. Like he's constantly got at least one arm on Rocky's carapace, and has not moved away from Rocky since the meeting started. He's much stiller than he usually is— even accounting for his weakness from the malnutrition— and his light sensing organs keep rolling around in their sockets, meaning that he's anxiously scanning the room.
Rocky begins to worry. Is Grace getting sicker? Is the higher gravity having a worse impact than they thought? Or is he just nervous to be around strange Eridians? (Though he hasn't had this reaction to anyone else? Is there something up with the science Thrum??)
Rocky is like spiralling into anxiety until they have to move to a different part of the room for some reason and Grace, slowed down by the suit, briefly loses his hold on Rocky.
Immediately, he crashes into a table. And then backs into a wall. And then nearly knocks over some important Eridian science equipment. And then stands in the middle of the room, looking confused and slightly freaked out, both hands stretched out in front of him, opening and closing like he's grasping at the air.
Wait.
“Grace.”
“Yeah Rock?”
“At which point during meeting did light emitting devices in room stop working question?”
“Uh… like two minutes after we got in. Sorry, didn't want to be a bother.”
I know it’s just a popular misconception in this fandom that Grace runs out of food on the way to Erid, where in the book he actually runs out a few months after arriving and it just takes the Eridians a while to make him more that he can actually eat. And honestly idgaf but consider how much more angst potential it is that Grace arrives to Erid healthy and has a chance to explain what happened with Rocky and befriend a bunch of other Eridians, and then starts to decline in health.
Instead of Rocky having to convince Erid to save the life of a random alien they don’t know anything about, it’s suddenly a scramble for Erid to save their new friend (and savior of their planet) and watching him slowly get worse while they struggle to make progress sucks for everyone who has gotten to know him, not just Rocky.
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