DCxDP fanfic idea: In 30 minutes or less!
Danny is a delivery man.
He got the job after realizing his resume was severely lacking in terms of working experience.
Also when he needed more money for his own purchases. There is a big difference between begging his parents for an allowance and earning his own spending funds.
The thing is, no matter where Danny applied, he was not getting a call back. Jazz warned him that a majority of Amity Park didn't hire them - as she also attempted to get a part-time job when she was his age - because of the Fenton last name.
She swore and hissed, but she couldn't prove that it was the reason they weren't hired. She just heard the talk around the town. They all said they wouldn't want to hire from the lunatic family.
That whenever a Fenton went , something bad quickly followed.
It stung, that not even Nasty Burger wanted him. That placed hired people under sixteen for Pete's sake. But Danny was resourceful. If Amity Park hadn't hired him, then he would just try the other place he had civilianship in.
The Infinite Realms.
Danny figured that if societies existed with the Realms, then they had to have a form of currency. He just needed to find one that used the same one as his world did.
FrostBite was more than happy to point him in the right direction. Since his people were the ones to spend generations attempting to map out the Realms, he had found a part of the ghost zone that Danny could blend into easily.
It was only a thirty minute commute from Danny's family portal. He could easily make that after school.
Thus, Danny flew to the portal location FrostBite told him about and ended up in a place called Central City. He found employment very quickly at Joel's Pizza, and for sixteen dollars a hour he was racing across the city to give some sizzling pizza pies.
. He was given a company scooter, but Danny preferred to fly. No one saw him as he never turned off his invisibly until he arrived at the destination. He got great tips for his speed, and his boss was fun to work for.
His parents are proud that he has a job and is not causing trouble. His friends also have their own jobs so Sam and Tucker have to plan their meet ups now- buts that's just a part of growing up.
The only thing that made his part-time difficult was the ghosts. Not all of them bothered him now a days but a few still did.
Like Young Blood. The brat didn't seem to care that Danny was going to be late to a shift since he had no concept of the importance of adult responsibilities. He was able to text his boss an apology using school as an excuse, but he was still thirty minutes late and sporting a black eye.
Joel stared at him for a long moment, muttered something in Spanish, before handing him five pizza boxes, and told him to take it to the central city police department. Danny was supirse he didn't even lecture him.
When he got to the station, the person in front told him to wait a moment since it was the forensic department that ordered food. He waited a few minutes until a blond man came down the hall, with a cheerful smile.
That smile fell when Danny turned to look at him. There was a brief flash of something dark that crossed his expression before the smile was back ten fold
"Hello," Danny said, standing up. "Order for Barry?
"That's me!" The man grins, holding out a wad of cash "Keep the change."
Wow. A fifty dollar tip!
"Sure thanks!"
"Welcome kid!"
Danny practically skipped away, Barry Watching him climb onto his scooter and slowly blending back into the traffic.
He turned to look at Officer Dawn "Is it just me or was that kid covered in bruises?"
Officer Dawn's mustache twitches with displeasure. "He definitely was. Looked fresh, too. Not only that but he works for Joel Pizza"
"This Joel a trouble maker?"
"The opposite, he was a foster kid. Once he aged out and got his own business, he started hiring teenagers in similar situations. Usually, his staff are all kids who are having a rough time. If things are too bad, he makes reports, but we try to avoid it. Don't want to lose one of the few trustworthy safe spaces for those kids." Officer Dawn's hesitates for a second before he carefully asks."A cop poking around may spook them, but a forensic chemist won't. Do you mind finding out what the delivery kid's deal is for me?"
"I look into it." Barry promises already knowing the Flash is also going to be following the boy just to make sure he safe.
He hates it when kids get hurt. Remind him too much of Wally.
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GREEN
i am green green green
down to my breath
and blood
and bones.
green with envy
for all the beautiful things in the world
that i cannot hold in my hands
or press against my lips
or swallow down whole.
green with sick
all festering hurts
i don't know how to heal
and spreading poison
i don't know the antidote for
and hand-me-down aches
i don't know the names of.
green with greed,
the yawning void deep in my belly
that wants
and wants
and wants and wants and wants
from the day i was born
screaming with want.
green with permission:
yes please, come here,
do as you please.
i never did learn how to say no
and mean it.
green like plants,
like spring growth and summer leaves
like basil and mint on kitchen counter tops
like haworthia and pothos and monstera.
i am green green green
down to my breath
and blood
and bones—
but maybe someday
i will learn
to hold the whole rainbow
in my body.
- by sylvie (j.p.)
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my toxic trait is that i don't think ichigo becomes a captain even after he dies and goes to soul society either. i think he dies at a very old age when his hair is all gray and he has laugh line wrinkles around his eyes and his memory has faded to a point where no one can believe he was the scowling, orange-haired substitute shinigami anymore. of course, there are rumors throughout rukongai that the savior of three worlds is out there somewhere, among them, but none of them know who it could be and where he is and captain kuchiki and vice-captain abarai politely refuse to tell them. he's earned his amnesiac retirement.
still, that doesn't stop some of the bright-eyed shinigami from looking for him. he saved them after all, and he saved their brothers and their sisters and they just want to see what that hero looks like now, past his prime. to the lucky ones that do manage to track down the little hut he lives in, all they see is a kind, slightly grumpy old man who doesn't understand why they came all this way, but he offers them water for their journey back nonetheless. he doesn't remember. they tell him he used to be a savior once and sometimes he dreams about slashing swords and charging head-first but he mostly just cares about tending to his garden and saying hi to little ichika, not so little anymore, whenever she drops by to check on him. he doesn't understand that she's doing this as a favor to his son back in the living world. he doesn't remember he has a son at all, but sometimes he remembers the warmth of a round pair of eyes, the soothing glow of a wife's hands around him after a battle hard-fought and he thinks maybe he's lived a good life. it's really all he can hope for.
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