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Badger Day Au (part two)

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"Fourteen?" Aquaman repeats, turning his chair to face Danny. "Fourteen what? Days, weeks, months?"

Flash hissed like he was in pain, "Please don't say it's been fourteen months!"

Danny trailed his eyes away from the ceiling, away from the bothersome crack, and toward the single window in the room. He could just barely make out the Cassiopeia constellation. Its distinct W shape winked and flickered, drawing up a memory from a few loops into this whole mess. Tucker had wanted to comfort him, seeing as Danny had just broken down crying over how frustrated he was with everything.

The Ghost of Cassiopeia. Also known as IC 63, about 550 light years away.

A giant cloud of dust and gas. A nebula. Its ethereal glow reminded people of spirits they would see in haunted houses or fields. So they called it the ghost of Cassiopeia.

But it wasn't a ghost, it's simply hydrogen that's been bombarded with ultraviolet radiation from the nearby star. A blue giant called Gamma Cassiopeiae. It's also known as the center of the constellation. The light from the blue giant makes the majority of the nebula glow a vivid red. The blue around the edges is just light reflected off the dust within.

Tucker had joked that Danny should try and see how far he could get before the loop restarted. See if he could even get past Jupiter. Danny had just snorted and brushed his suggestion off. What was the point when he should be spending his time trying to fix the loop?

About six years in, Danny had given up and tried.

Eight months he had spent flying. He got further and further out into the void, surrounded by darkness and the beautiful stars in the distance to guide him. He never managed to make it past Pluto before he was brought back.

"Years," Danny confessed, his eyes still trained on the faraway stars.

"YEARS!?!" Superman cried, standing up so fast his chair was sent flying into the wall. Danny glanced back up at the crack, watching as it grew just a little larger, plaster dust sprinkling down like freshly fallen snow.

Sighing, Danny sat up and stared at the group. How many times has he had this conversation? How many times was he going to explain what was happening? How many times was he going to wake up in his bed just to restart all over again?

"Years," Danny repeated, "Fourteen years. Like I said, I've tried everything."

They sat in silence for a moment, just digesting his situation. Batman was standing still, his fists clenched tightly. Superman looked faint like he would pass out. Flash looked devastated.

Wonder Woman leaned forward, her brows furled in confusion, "Were you cursed, young one?"

"No, I checked. You checked. Heck, even Zatanna and Constantine have checked. I'm not cursed." Danny grumbled, slumping down to rest his head on the table.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to just curl up and sleep for the next however long. Wanted to hug Jazz and cry about how unfair it all was. Wanted to curl into his mother's side and cling until she made it all better. Hide behind his father until he knew it was safe.

but he couldn't.

Something always happened when he tried. If he stayed home from the very beginning of the day, the league would call him over and over again, convinced he was needed for the case Batman had. They even sent Flash over a few times just to search the city to drag him to the meeting.

(He was happy they hadn't figured out his civilian identity yet, but man was it hard to watch as Flash stuck his face into every nook and cranny around town yelling his name. Danny's lost count of how many times the man got overshadowed.)

If he managed to convince them that he was in a loop, then they found it would be safer for him to stay up on the watchtower. where they could keep an eye on him while searching for a way to break it.

Or, if he managed to convince them he was sick or something and they left him alone, Vlad would start acting up. Jack would call him on the phone to cancel Maddie's meeting with him because Danny was 'sick'. If he convinces Maddie to go and stay home with his dad, then Jack somehow opens the portal long enough for one of his rogues to slip through.

It just never ends. Everything he's tried ends with him having to go ghost and fight. The calmest day he's managed to have ended with Box ghost blasting the portal doors open so he could give him a homemade lunch from his wife, which then led the ghost to find Jack's new weapon box and go ballistic because of his obsession.

after that, he gave up spending time with his parents and focused more on his friends and Jazz. This was equally disastrous.

so, his safest option was to go to the meeting and stay with the league.

Glancing up, Danny watched as the time slowly changed on the clock; six twenty-nine, tick, tick, tick, six thirty.

Sighing, Danny sat up and held his hand out, making eye contact with Batman. He might as well get the day going, no use in wallowing in self-pity. He's done that plenty already.

"I already figured out what the cult wanted to do, we just need to figure out where their next meeting is. I'll fill you guys in on the rest." Danny added, wiggling his fingers in the hope it would make Batman move faster.

Batman sighed and handed him the folder. Once Danny had the folder, Batman sat down to listen to his report intently.

Flipping the file open, Danny grabbed the first page and showed it to the group, ignoring how a copy showed up on the big screen behind Batman. (again, why use paper if he was just going to project it?)

"This is the result of the cult's last meeting, two weeks ago. as you can see, the ground has been scorched and the ritual circle permanently carved into the cement." Tossing the paper and ignoring it as Flash scrambled to catch it, Danny grabbed the next couple of pages.

Holding up the seventy missing person reports, Danny placed them on the table and separated them into four different piles. "After some digging, Batman was able to figure out the pattern between the missing people. This group," Danny pointed to the one on the left, "consists of organ donors who were anemic."

pointing to the pile on the right, Danny continued, "This group is made up of meta-humans who have powers related to the elements. they also all happen to have more than one piercing, though Batman didn't really figure out if that had an impact on whether they were chosen or not..."

Pointing to the northern pile, Danny separated the top seven pages. "while everyone in this pile has some relation to an ancient and powerful witch from the 1500s, these seven are the only ones who still share her 'family' name. I'm not sure exactly how this affects the cult's motives, Batman hadn't shared that with me in all the loops so far."

Danny glared at Batman in annoyance, he didn't care if there was a good reason or not. Without fail, in each loop that Danny's made it through where Batman makes the connection; he would refuse to tell Danny about it.

Rolling his eyes at Batman's unwavering apathy, Danny continued, "The last pile consists of people who have been dead at some point in their lives. whether it be just a few seconds or a few weeks."

passing the reports around, Danny pulled the next page from the file. "Flash and Constantine were able to connect the past locations of the cult gatherings. Constantine figured out there was a specific magic signature that he could follow, so he had Flash drag him around the world to map the locations."

tapping the table, Danny selected the world map. Glancing at the paper he had pulled out, Danny marked the places with a red dot. Then he marked the places Constantine found in blue. Looking up, Danny found the league staring at him.

"What?" Danny huffed, shoving the hologram away from him. Batman grabbed it and started to examine it.

"So, do we need Constantine for this?" Green Lantern asks, scratching his head.

Shrugging, Danny tossed the folder over to Wonder Woman. "You can call him if you want, but he won't get here until noon. He's in the house of mystery dealing with a pixie infestation."

"pixie infestation?" Superman asks, turning to look over to Zatanna. Zatanna reached into her jacket and handed him a pamphlet, not turning away from watching Danny with curious eyes.

"Anyway, like I was saying. the cult's been going around taking all these people and using them in their rituals."

"you said you knew what they were trying to do, what was it?" Batman asked with a noticeable frown.

Sighing, Danny pinched his nose. "they've been trying to summon Pariah Dark."

"The ghost king!?!?" Zatanna squawked, slamming her hands onto the table.

"yeah, that bastard," Danny grumbled, rubbing his face. The cult hadn't been successful for all fourteen years now, so Danny wasn't too worried about it. But still... If something, anything really, changed just the slightest; would they succeed? Would they drag Prariah out of his sarcophagus and let him lose on the living?

Danny's already had to face him once, he didn't know if he could do it again. The Fenton ecto-skeleton suit had been ruined last time, to the point dad hadn't even tried to fix it.

"Bastard?" Aquaman repeated, eyes narrowed, "You speak as if you've met him before."

"I have," Danny admitted, "and I will again if we don't do something about the cult." What if this is the loop the cult succeeded? what if it's the next one, or the one after that? could Danny even do anything to prevent it?

Zatara sat down with a heavy thump, her eyes widening in shock. Danny lifted his brow, wondering what was wrong with her. She hadn't acted like this any other time? what was different? had he said something he hadn't last time? hmm, something to think about later.

"back to the case," Danny shrugged, turning to gesture at the hologram of the world. "we were able to narrow down the cult's next location to about seven hundred places. I was able to check off about six hundred and thirty these last few loops. That leaves about seventy places they could be."

Danny used a yellow dot to select the seventy places he still needed to check.

"um," Flash started, nervously glancing between Danny and the globe. "you just highlighted the whole grand cannon and all of Alaska... and the Himalayas.... and the-"

"Yep," Danny cut in, "Like I said, I checked off all the others. These are the last seventy I still need to check. I haven't before because it's a lot of ground to cover. I was hoping I'd catch a break and find the cult before I had to check all those places, but nope. The fruitloops just had to make it difficult.

"oh," Flash winced, "do, do you want me to check them out?"

sighing, Danny leaned back in his chair, "I would love to have you check them out, but you need a magic user who knows what they're looking for to go with you. it's why we haven't found them yet, it's taking forever."

"Oh," was the only response he got.

"you know what we are looking for?" Zatara asks, finally getting over whatever had surprised her.

"yeah, it's hard to explain. I'll have to bring you or the others to a previous place and show you."

"hmm, alright. after the meeting, why don't you bring me so that at least one more person can help start looking, until, john is freed up at noon?" she suggests, tilting her head to the side.

"sounds good with me," Danny shrugged. it's not like it'll hurt to have her looking around, heck, they might even get lucky and she'll find them.

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Nightmare

Summary: During a thunderstorm on Nevarro, Din and Grogu comfort each other (post Season 3)

Characters: Din Djarin and Grogu

Rating: Same as the show

Word Count: 800(ish)

Warnings: A little bit of angst, but it's mostly family fluff and comfort. Also, I barely know anything about the Star Wars universe, even though I've watched most of the movies, so if I got Nevarro's weather wrong, forgive me.

Author’s Note: I've been meaning to write this for a while and I thought it would be perfect to release it around Father's Day.

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Nevarro, being a volcanic planet, was usually very dry and sunny, a desert in many ways, and just like most desert environments that sustained life, it still rained occasionally.

When it did rain, it was like the planet was making up for lack, the water pouring down from the skies so hard it flooded the land and washed out everything in its path that wasn't made by any humanoid species.

Often times the storms were intense, lightning and thunder usually accompanying the torrential rain.

Din Djarin and Grogu were a couple weeks into living in their new house on the planet when they experienced their first thunderstorm on it.

It started well into the night, but a particularly loud boom startled Din from his slumber, just in time for him to witness lightning strike the top of a dead tree yards away from the house through his bedroom window, with another loud bang following immediately after it.

It was a miracle the tree didn't catch fire, and the fact it hadn't was a testimony to how drenched everything outside was after what had probably only been the first ten minutes of the storm.

Din was grateful for that, not wanting to add fire fighting to his long list of work experience. At least not after just returning from an exhausting hunt for a bounty who'd been more clever than she was worth. He hadn't even taken off his armor chest plate before collapsing onto his bed.

Din pushed his helmet off his head and swiped at his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. Normally he wouldn't risk it when his door was unlocked and window open, but it was pitch black in his room and Grogu was asleep in the next room. He'd allow himself just this moment of respite from the intense heat of the summer. The humidity caused by the current weather.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. He hated storms that were this wild. The loud noises, the shaking of the house, it reminded him too much of battle, of the day his parents had lost their lives.

Another boom that made everything quake and he flinched, lips pursing in surprise like it hadn't happened thirty seconds before too.

He heard Grogu screech in panic from the room next door and knew the storm had woken him up with a start too. Grogu had never experienced this kind of thunderstorm before, at least not in his time with him. Din wondered if he'd ever experienced it at all. And if it made him, The Mandalorian nervous, how scared was the child? His son had seen plenty of battle himself and had loss people he cared about too.

With no hesitance Din pulled the helmet back onto his head and pushed himself out of bed, quickly scrambling into the next room to see his tiny green adopted son sitting up in his comparably massive bed with his mouth agape and big dark eyes impossibly wide.

When he noticed Din entering he reached out towards him with both hands in a silent plea and Din's heart ached with sympathy for him. Though Grogu could've thrown himself at him like he had when they'd reunited on Tatooine, it seemed that he wanted Din to approach him instead, or maybe he was just too tired to tap into the force.

Whatever the reason was, it did not matter. Din compulsively moved forward in an instant to sit on the edge of the bed and swiftly scooped up his son for a comforting hug. "It's okay kid; it's just a storm."

The assuring words weren't necessarily just for Grogu. Neither was the hug. Even through his armor, Din could swear he could feel the warmth radiating off the tiny body clinging to his.

Grogu cooed in relief, grateful for his presence as his father patted his back, eventually making soothing circles on it with his gloved palms.

"Do you want me to stay in here tonight?" he offered him eventually, leaning away from him to study his expressive face.

Grogu nodded fervently and underneath his helmet Din smiled a little, his heart warming at the sight. "Alright, buddy, just like old times. Just for tonight."

His son would eventually need to learn to face the storms alone, but that was a lesson for another night.

Din tucked Grogu back into bed and rolled over onto the empty side of it, resting his head on a pillow he could not feel underneath his covered head.

He was uncomfortably hot again, but seeing Grogu falling back asleep beside him, seeing the peace settle on his face, and hearing his gentle, rhythmic breaths filtering out his mouth soon lulled Din back into dreamland anyway.

Neither of them woke up until close to noon the next day.

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