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nerdpoe · 2 months

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3 Fanon ideas to make a prompt from :)

1). Ectoplasm is Lazarus Water but purified

2). Ghosts can retreat to their cores

3). Protocore Jason AU

Danny has to retreat into his core, Jason somehow finds him and absorbs it. It looks like Jason is pregnant as his own ecto is being purified and then given to Danny's Core.

Enjoy:)

This is a full prompt, though? Okay I'll write mpreg. Gonna bypass that "looks" and make it an "is" though, throwin in some reincarnation and trans Jay.

~~~~~~

Jason was doing one last round before he left for Gotham. Before he left to prove a point. To teach Bruce a lesson he'd never forget.

He wasn't sentimental, no, he was just checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting any sickass weapons that may have fallen behind a dresser or something.

"Todd," a small, imperious voice demanded from behind him. "Observe my new pet rock."

Jason sighed and stood up to humor the little demon.

The kid was holding a weird glowing, cracked orb. It was radiating frost, and Damian had to use cloth between his hands and the magic stone.

"Damian," Jason started, keeping his voice level. "Where did you get that?"

The kid sniffed with all the superiority of a spoiled brat, looking proud and holding the obviously enchanted stone higher.

"Since Grandfather and Mother say that animals as pets would be a weakness, I decided to search the lesser treasure room for a suitable inanimate pet."

Jason sucked in air through his teeth in a soft hiss. There was no "lesser" treasure room; there was the "safe" treasure and the "unknown" treasure. Where was Talia when he needed her?

"Look, kid, I don't think-" Jason started, reaching for the weird rock, just as Damian started pulling away.

"-You are jealous that I have this rock and you do not-"

"-Damian, please, just hand over the fucking-"

"-Cease your attempted theft this instant-"

"-Damian come here you little shit-"

Jason tripped. Damian tripped. The weird rock went into the air...and landed on Jason's chest. It melted into him with a sharp flash of pain.

And that was that.

Damian stared at Jason's stomach, aghast.

"You stole my rock!"

By the time Talia arrived to see what was keeping Jason so long, he and Damian were rolling on the ground biting each other.

~~~~~~

Months later, Jason was beyond ready to murder the newest Robin. He'd originally planned to just beat the shit out of the kid, but he'd been having a rough time.

He was losing his carefully crafted abs.

He was getting soft.

Normally that was whatever, but he was trying to be intimidating, and being soft in any way was definitely going to trigger the dysphoria he thought he'd outrun.

It made no sense; he worked out daily, had started eating on a caloric deficit, drank nothing but water, and made sure what he ate was home-cooked.

Then, one month before go-time with Timmy, he'd started getting nauseous.

He felt bloated, tired, hungry, and most of all; pissed.

As he stalked through the Tower that the newest Robin was hiding in, he may have, perhaps, let the millions of small annoyances pile into one big rage filled pity party with a kid as the target.

It really didn't help that he hadn't been able to don his replica of his own Robin costume, because he...he had pudge. He didn't fit in it.

It was infuriating.

He knew it wasn't little TimTams fault, but he was gonna take his rage out on someone, and the kid was the unfortunate closest person he had beef with.

Was he overreacting? Probably.

But it was lash out or cry, and he refused to cry.

On top of everything, the one thing that had helped with any of the symptoms, the extra purified Lazarus Water that Talia had given him to 'act as an emergency first aide', was gone. He'd drank it all.

With that supply out, he was.

Well.

He was going to kill little Timmy, fuck the consequences.

But little Timmy was...doing a very good job of staying completely out of sight. The kid had been acting far more neurotic than he normally did, only letting out a small gasp when he'd seen Red Hood and immediately darted into some sort of weird hidey hole.

Jason hadn't been able to find him since.

The kid had added his own gopher network to the Tower, fuck.

The speaker system crackled on, just as Jason was about to start laying down bombs.

"Red Hood, please consider your condition. Do not do anything that would raise your blood pressure, or uh..." the newest Robin's voice trailed off, keyboard audibly clacking as he looked something up. "...Or eat peas? No, that can't be right. Whatever, look, just stay calm, take a breather, and don't overstress yourself. It's not good for the uh. The second...yeah. Not good. Do not do. Why am I so dumb sounding when it comes to things like this? Shoulda gotten Steph..."

The kids voice trailed off as he berated himself, but Jason was too busy fighting off the horribly dawning realization of what the kid was saying.

Which couldn't be true, because there was no way for the kid to know, and Jason hadn't had sex in...well. Years.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason gasped, thanking his past self for putting the vocoder in his helmet. It sounded far more threatening.

"Oh. Uh. During one of your fights with Batman, you got glanced by something sharp, and there was a little blood. Don't worry though! I didn't tell Batman! I just wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own! So I ran your blood and now I...know. That was actually probably like, really invasive. Sorry Jason."

Jason knew the fight the little Bird was talking about. He'd had a random wave of vertigo, barely dodged a batarang. He'd had to do his own stitches afterwards.

"...You know? Know what?"

"Okay, I should clarify. I didn't tell Batman, but I kinda needed help scrubbing everything, so I had to ask Oracle to help, so she knows, and she couldn't keep it from Nightwing, because he's felt super guilty about how he treated you, but Batman definitely does not know."

Jason sat down on the nearest chair, feeling like the wind had been ripped from his sails. He took the helmet off and dropped in on the ground in favor of running a hand through his hair.

"How can you be sure B doesn't know it's me?" He rasped, staring at nothing.

"Because can you imagine he'd leave you alone for a second if he knew you were alive, much less up the duff?"

Jason had nothing to say to that. Either Ra's had been up to some fucked up experiments while he'd been asleep, or he was the victim of miraculous conception.

The newest Robin was rambling over the speakers, but Jason ignored him and held his head in his hands. The glowing orb flashed through his mind, and Jason didn't even have the energy to curse Damian for doing stupid kid shit.

He was just thankful that the kid hadn't been a viable host.

"Tim, shut up. Do you have an ultrasound machine here?" Jason interrupted, steeling himself. He was an adult sort of, one year before it was technically true, and he could freak out later.

It was time to do adult things.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Has your gyno not done one yet?"

"Don't have one, didn't know. Where is it?"

"...I probably should have broken that news to you like, way softer."

~~~~~~

Jason was...pulling back. His criminal empire was still growing strong, and he was making a shit ton of money from it, but he was pulling back from actively provoking Batman.

As much as he wanted B to be the one to kill the Joker, he knew that the older man probably wouldn't do that, and Jason wasn't going to risk getting anywhere near that maniac while he was pregnant.

Batman had certainly noticed the change in behavior, but whenever he tried to intrude into Crime Alley, Nightwing or Robin would intercept him.

Jason.

Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Bruce.

Dick was slowly earning forgiveness for his pas actions, piece by piece. Tim was surprisingly good at being supportive, and Jason's hatred for him was starting to wear away to the realization that this was just a kid.

Oracle, whoever she was, had apparently designed the best security system in the world and quietly renovated an apartment into a safehouse, just for him.

He hated the charity, but it was better than what he could make at the moment with how many enemies he'd gained.

As the months passed by, he found himself hiding away in the gifted apartment more and more.

The dysphoria was...bad.

There were no more mirrors in the apartment.

The kid, which the ultrasound confirmed they were, was a small one, thank fuck. His belly had popped out, true to most pregnancies, but it was relatively contained.

It was still enough to make a horrible sense of wrongness almost knock him off his feet every time he looked down.

He was, essentially, useless.

If it wasn't for the trio of well-meaning extended family (maybe? he had his suspicions about Oracle), he probably would have just laid down on the floor of his apartment and not gotten up.

Tim, surprisingly, had adopted some stupid Alvin Draper alias and was running his crime network in his stead. He was doing a concerningly good job, actually, and Jason and Dick had exchanged more than one worried glance over the kid's head.

Dick had moved in, citing that Bruce was getting suspicious and it was easier to pretend that he'd moved back to Gotham than it was to continually make up excuses. In reality, he was making sure Jason didn't lay down and rot, keeping him active and healthy.

Jason was...trying. He was trying. But between needing to stop HRT and the changes and his fucking voice and just. Everything. All of it.

He hated it.

But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the kid.

Dick and Tim had set up a nursery, just in case. Dick had also surreptitiously reached out to the Kents, also just in case. There was no judgement. If he decided to keep the kid or give it away, it would be well taken care of.

That should have been a weight off his shoulders.

But instead, he felt like he was getting worse.

He was so, so fucking tired. He was starving but he couldn't stomach the food Dickwing put in front of him. He had worked so hard to build his criminal empire, but when Tim tried to tell him about it he couldn't focus long enough understand what was being said. He knew that they were getting more and more concerned, and when he woke up one morning and vomited straight Lazarus Water, Tim snapped.

"I'm calling B."

"Tim, no, we can-"

"-No, Dick, we need to figure out what's going on! This isn't something Leslie can handle, we need Bruce!"

Maybe it was just something buried deep inside Jason, but he agreed. He wanted his dad, not a doctor. He didn't care about Tim's reasoning, he just. He agreed. He wanted Bruce.

"Do it," Jason rasped from the floor, leaning into the cold tile. "Get B."

~~~~~~

Jason was still on the bathroom floor when a set of far, far heavier footsteps paused at the doorway.

The wood from the doorframe creaked as whoever it was tightened their grip on it.

Their breathing stuttered. They swallowed.

The footsteps continued, and they knelt next to Jason, wordlessly running their fingers through his hair.

"Hey Jaylad," Bruce whispered, voice tight and controlled even as his hand shook. "Looks like you've got a bit of a situation. Wanna tell me what happened?"

"Got knocked up by a magic rock," Jason muttered, thoroughly enjoying the hand in his hair. "But it ain't going right, and I'm tired and hungry all the time, and I'm throwing up the Lazarus Pits."

"The magic rock info is new," he heard Tim mutter from the hall, right before he was forcibly shushed by Dick.

"Did you have any weird cravings? Any symptoms that don't normally match a pregnancy?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled even as he lifted Jason from the floor and into his lap. "Should I get Constantine on the phone?"

Jason let it happen, turning to hide his face from the shitshow that had been his life for the past six months and shoving it into Bruce's stupid fancy shirt.

"Had Lazarus water. Drank it. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything. I can hear the kid chirp sometimes."

"Like a bird? That's adora-"

"-Shut up Dick not now!"

"You shut up!"

"You...drank. Lazarus Water." Bruce repeated, voice stilted as he clearly started working through something in his head. "I....hm. Okay. I'm...I'm going to call Constantine." Jason couldn't help the snort at the clear distaste in Bruce's voice as he said that.

He expected Bruce to put him down and go get changed into his Batman kit.

He did not expect Bruce to adjust his hold, lean back onto the cabinets, and make the call then and there.

~~~~~~

Constantine was officially unofficially his doctor for the duration of his pregnancy.

That was not something that anyone wanted, Bruce especially.

Jason wanted to throw up and aim it at the Hellblazer, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse and would, at best, be unfazed.

At worst, tempted to just smear it on Jason to prove a point.

The Mage of the hour himself was hovering over Jason, eyes unfocused as his glowing hands rested on the despised baby bump.

Jason was laying on the couch, trying not to let the sound of Bruce's pacing drive him up a wall.

"That," Constantine started, head tilting as if he was listening to something. "That is a core. And a baby. And another core. Two Ghost Cores, two bodies. If you're meetin' the needs of the physical, and you're still havin' issues, prolly need to see to the spritual, love."

"Don't call him love," Bruce warned, pausing his pacing long enough to glare at the Mage.

Constantine didn't bother to acknowledge him.

"Don't suppose you've got any spare Lazarus Water lying around, eh?" The man asked instead, eyes refocusing as he removed his hands from Jason's person.

Jason shook his head, but Tim nodded his.

Everyone stared at Tim.

Tim shrugged.

"What? It's under the city. Not like anyone will miss it if we take some."

"How. Tim, how do you know that?" Dick asked, sounding a little scared.

"Because I found it? I tried throwing dead rats in it but it doesn't work on rats, so I tried larger dead animals that had gotten down there-"

"-B you've raised Dr. Frankenstein," Jason groaned, covering his eyes from the realities of a mad scientist little brother.

"But I'm not an undead being stitched together?" Tim asked.

"You uncultured swine," Jason snarled, practically throwing himself into a sitting position and was quickly met with Constantine trying to wrangle him back down. "It's common fucking knowledge that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, and if you paid any attention in English class-"

"-I'm gonna go get Lazarus Water okay bye!" Tim shouted, bolting for the door.

~~~~~~

Jason drank his fifth juice pack of Lazarus Water, finally starting to feel like himself again, and stared at Bruce.

Bruce, to his credit, was clearly trying very hard not to stare back.

Jason imagined this was rather hard, given that he couldn't stop fucking purring. Apparently, that was a Thing that his body could and would do, according to his unofficial doctor.

Dick and Tim were helping Constantine put the Lazarus Water into the juice packets, all of them desperately pretending that they weren't there at all and trying to be as quiet as possible.

"So, Hellblazer. Nothing to say about the Big Bad Batman?" Jason asked, eyes never leaving said man.

"Not particularly any of my business, mate. I don't really care one way or another."

Bruce actually looked a little put out at that, much to Jason's satisfaction.

"I imagine you have questions," Jason sighed, finishing off his juice pack.

Bruce finally turned to look at him head on, gaze steady.

"They can wait. Do you have any plans for...this?" Bruce didn't motion towards Jason's stomach, but he didn't have to.

"...Maybe. I don't even really know what this is." Jason muttered, sinking further into his chair.

"I told you, love, it's a baby. With a ghost core. It was probably an adult ghost, at one point, but if it was cracked near as bad as you say, it was either reincarnate or disappear." Constantine shrugged, taping another stupid tiny straw to another juice box and moving to repeat the action. "Either way, since it's reincarnation, the baby ain't gonna know tit from tat. 'S just a baby."

That. Damn. If he'd been faced with the same choice, he probably would have done the same thing.

"You keep saying that. What does a ghost core do when it's in a human?" Bruce asked, knuckles white on the couch's armrest.

"Dunno, haven't seen it before. Heard of it, though. Just makes the person powerful, but now sure how much. Flight is definitely gonna be there, though, so I'd ask supes for some pointers." Constantine answered without really answering, true to form for him.

Jason heaved himself up and waved everyone off as they started to get to their own feet to help him. "I'm gonna take a nap. Snipe at each other in here and don't fucking bother me."

~~~~~~

Jason was disgusting.

Alfred and Bruce and everyone else assured him he wasn't, but he absolutely was.

It was so bad he'd gone ahead and, without informing anybody, arranged for an induced labor at Gotham General as soon as he could.

He didn't want to deal with Dick getting scared and frantic, or Tim overplanning and having a mental breakdown, or Bruce's rigid shoulders as he both tried to apologize and do something stupid like take over from the actual doctor.

Alfred would probably be composed, but if Alfred acted a little off then they'd know.

Hell, Jason had started getting some Braxdon hicks contractions and he swore he watched Bruce's hair grey in real time.

So at the eight and a half month mark, Jason lied to everyone and told them he was going to another safehouse to get away from their coddling.

He ignored their objections and reached for the keys to his car-

-and pissed himself.

Or, it felt like he did.

The apartment went dead silent as everyone looked down.

Then the contractions really hit.

~~~~~~

Bruce actually did try to take over the maternity ward and do the doctors jobs.

Jason was delighted to have an excuse to kick him out.

He couldn't force the man to avenge his murder, but he could make him wait in the waiting room like the rest of the peasants.

Alfred he allowed to stay, though.

~~~~~~

Jason still hadn't decided what to do with the kid.

He didn't know if he was gonna send them off to a farm or if he was gonna keep them.

So he let himself hold them, to see if any of the disgust he'd felt during the pregnancy had been directed at the kid or if it was all just him hating how he looked.

The little bean of a child, eyes bluer than his own, proceeded to free one arm to pull on Jason's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Ah.

Nah, the hatred had been towards how he looked.

This one was his, the Kents could get visitation rights.

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madwheelerz · 1 year

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#lmao okay #jason's speech starts feeling completely off the rails when he starts attributing everything pre-s4 to eddie #like it doesn't make sense #but his speech has to mean something #the different pans over the wheeler's makes me think this is about them #mike fits in so easily in that spot which jason attributes to eddie #one of our first introduction to mike's character is us being cautioned #his game comes to life #manifestation theory misc

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 7 months

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Halloween prompts year 2 day 9

Au where the accident happened when Danny was like, 7 and Danny starts to see his parents are really crappy people. Like full narcissists. Luckly hes young enough that the conditioning hasn't set in and he's just mad about it

Tired of being talked over, ignored, neglected, guilt tripped and otherwise emotionally abused, he wanders around the ghost zone to vent his frustrations through combat. Eventually a fortune teller/seer/oracle ghost makes him an offer, a fraction of his power in return for finding the family he seeks. He agrees and she tells him his birth fathers name is Jason Peter Todd and that he will require proof to believe this.

She then punts him into the portal that opened up behind him.

Danny seeks out Jason, excited for a family who might actually care about him. But when he finds him he remembers the ladys words and decided he needed to steal some of his dads hair for a dna test so he'll have proof both to prove to himself that the lady wasn't just messing with him and to show Jason. The problem was that Jason was a ridiculously light sleeper and kept waking up to Danny standing in the doorway/ at the foot of his bed/ next to his bed/ or invisible and making the room cold out of frustration.

Jason is freaking out cause he thinks hes hallucinating his child self standing in doorways and around his bed at night.

...and when he discovers the truth he has violent flashbacks to when he was searching for his birth mother and how that ended. So hes like extra overprotective of the kid that he suddenly can't freaking find cause he scared the crap outta him earlier thinking it was a demon/ manifestation of his trauma or something

Bruce and his flock are not coming within 500 feet of his kid

Unfortunately, Danny discovers that Jason is a crime lord as well as some of the horrible things he had done and thinks Jason is worse than his adoptive parents. It probably doesn't help that Jason threatened him and scared him off before finding out who the kid was.

Now Danny is trying to silence his sobbing (and failing) outside inthe Gotham rain. He's terrified and one of the other bats find him and they wind up chasing him around as a group because this kid is so slippery and obviously terrified.

Who would have thought that the only person he would be willing to talk to Robin, a fellow kid

#halloween prompts #prompts #dpxdc #fanfiction prompts #danny phantom #danny fenton #jason todd #danny is now very distrustful of adults #danny will only talk to Damian for a while and miiight hide behind him #does damian become protective? yes. does damian let anyone touch his charge? not unless they have fur.

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stealingyourbones · 11 months

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Submitted Prompts #99

Jazz went to Gotham to finish her degree away from her parents, as their obsession with Ghosts started becoming dangerous to everyone. So, of course, she brought Danny with her, so he's also far away from them and the GIW.

Danny held out a whole year without going out on patrol, just establishing his haunt in the new city. Lady Gotham was very happy to be able to show them to their new place, almost giddy that the little King and his Queen Mother have come to live in her beloved city.

Of course, the first time Phantom floats out of his window and into the night, he has a new suit, made of padded black leather, and a fluffy white cape with a hood (imagine the Lightkin Cloak from Destiny2, but snow white, rather than black and grey), along with a facemask engraved with a fanged design. New haunt, new look, and the new look fit right in with the viciousness of Gotham City.

And, as luck would have it, his first Gotham Rogue was Poison Ivy. Thinking back to his fight against Undergrowth, Pantom opened with his ice, forming a double-sided axe to better cleave her vines apart, and locking Ivy herself down with ice.

To further distance himself from his identity as Phantom, in case the GIW somehow became smart at some point, instead of blasting ice like most ghosts fire ectoblasts, Danny asked Pandora for lessons on fighting with weapons, and Frosbite taught his how to channel his element as an aura, or a freezing breath. He even sat down to listen to Nocturne speak as they wove spells and ectoplasm, and the Personification of Dreams softly taught him how to use his powers through objects acting as catalysts, or as manifestations of his will, rather than throwing his affinities around by brute force.

With his new abilities and look, rather than fight like a feral raccoon, Danny took to fighting more like a spellblade, slinging around ice shard and spells to enhance his physical strikes, controlling the pace of a fight to get the upper hand on his enemies.

Suffice to say, Poison Ivy hadn't expected the Avatar of Icy Vengeance to lock her in a pillar of ice up to her neck while her vines withered into frosty sculptures.

Gotham's newest hero got awarded a new name by the news the next day: Ymir, Frozen Progenitor.

Danny thinks it's too pretentious for a random ghost, or random halfa, like him. Joke's on him, the perception of Gotham's people slowly starts empowering him, slowly enough that the only reason he notices his oncoming Ascension to myth as a Protector Spirit is when a terrified kid begs for his help, and he hears them loud and clear out of nowhere.

The Bats are confused by this Entity. Constantine stepped one foot in Gotham, felt it's cleaner air, the sharp bite of ice in his nose and lungs, and the overwhelming pressure of the new Godling training under Gotham herself to control his new powers, and ran out screaming about not getting paid enough to deal with divine beings. Zatanna is trying to contact Ymir to ask them to join the Justice League Dark.

Jason is vibing with the tall redhead Amazon he's met at Babs' library, and her feral little brother who cured his Pit Rage by biting his arm when they first met. One time Jason is in a pinch after a stakeout gone wrong, Bellona (Ancient Roman Goddess of War) takes the fight to his captors to free him, dressed in golden armor and wielding a spear Pandora and Firght Knight made for her. Nocturne and her brother worked together to imbue a spell into her back to give her wings she can use to fly or fight with. The fact it left a badass tattoo on her back, is just another way Jazz rebels against her parents. It also has Jason weak in the knees when he first sees it.

#bones submissions #dpxdc #uh hi bones here... HOMIE THIS IS MASSIVE #HOKLEY FUCK

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spacedace · 9 months

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Reluctant War AU Part 2

Part One

...I ended up writing more for that Reluctant War AU...Like. Wrote this before work and started on part 3 with plans for part 4 more.

this was supposed to just be a brain worm what happened (also thank you @catastrophic-crow for the AU name <3 <3 <3 Also, also: welcome to the cult of Ancient of the Speedforce Elle! Membership includes nonsense, shenanigans and chaos haha)

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Every corner haunted by death and tragedy.

Every street stained red at least once in its many years.

Every dark shadow holding the faint shadows and shades of the dead.

Gotham was, before all else, a grave yard.

Jason had known that his entire life. Every kid born and raised in the Alley did. Death came fast to Gotham’s streets. Especially for those the rest of the city turned its back on. He did his best to lighten the reaper’s load when it came to the people that called Crime Alley home. Well, mostly. He’d certainly added names to old Death’s list before, when the occasion called.

When the armies of the dead descended upon Gotham, the only surprise Jason could feel was that those white wearing pieces of shit had dared to try and hunker down in his city.

It was a sentiment shared by most of Gotham’s fine citizens. By the city itself - herself? Something to ask later, if there was a later - even if the impossible, living shadow that rose up out of Gotham’s many dark corners was anything to go by. He knew, almost instinctively, that the entity - skin of cracked pavement, mouth a bridge suspended too wide across the face, eyes of CCTV camera lenses and body built brick by grimy, bloody brick of the sharp skyline - was Gotham. Not a ghost but something bigger, greater. Something awfully, terribly alive in all its horrible, noble glory. His city, manifest in the shape almost human beneath the green glow of the torn apart sky above.

Phantom’s armies arrived without warning as they had everywhere else, and their enemies poured out in unforgivably unmarred white suits to meet them. Horrible and garish against the Gotham streets. How they’d ever managed to slink by unnoticed while being so blatantly, clearly not of Gotham Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

If either side thought this would be like the battles they fought before, they were mistaken.

Gotham was a place for Ghosts.

A place the dead piled up, lingered well beyond their deaths. A place where the rules were different from everywhere else in the world. Where crime was rampant and chaos reigned but at the end of the day people said their thanks that they were born to this hellhole and not so cursed to call anywhere else in the world home.

The dead came to fight

And Gotham, a thing so alive it was sickening to look upon, rose up to fight right along side them all.

The agents were ready and prepared for the incursion of the dead. It’d been two weeks since the first volley of attacks. Two weeks spent shoring up defenses and ramping up weapons and strategizing ways to kill what was already dead. They were, as best as they were able to be considering how endless the armies that came for them, prepared.

They weren’t prepared for Gotham.

Weren’t prepared for the city itself to rise up and take spectral, eldritch shape. Jagged building spire and shattered glass teeth bared in a snarl that spanned miles. Screaming rage in a voice made of gunfire and the concussive boom of explosions and the shrieks of a furious crowd.

Weren’t prepared for its people to ignore the gentle ushering of the dead trying to push them away to safety and instead press forward to fight shoulder to shoulder with the ghostly armies.

Weren’t prepared to have brick and bottles and trash and debris rain down upon them from the jeering living. Weren’t prepared for dirty faced children with hard eyes to light up rags stuffed into chipped beer bottles filled with gas and kerosene and throw them with more speed an accuracy than any professional baseball player. Weren’t ready for Gotham’s motley crew of terrifying Rogues to band together with the citizens they so often accosted and worried and bring down wave after wave of chaos and Goons.

Weren’t prepared for Red Hood to swap out his rubber bullets for the real deal and start mowing the fuckers in white down, his own crew at his back, the rest of the Outlaws on their way.

The Justice League was trying to find a peaceful resolution. Trying to play go between to the US Government and the infinite dead. Too wound up in US politics to side with the dead outright, too disgusted by what the American government had done to ever want to stand with them. All it had gotten them was spun wheels and confusion and the slow creeping realization that the time to try and play negotiators had well passed.

Red Hood wasn’t a member of the Justice League.

He had no obligation to try and find a way to talk things out.

What he had was a grave he’d dug his way out of, enough ammunition to arm a sizable country, and a burning need to make things right.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts, and Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

Haunting the streets he’d survived as a child, the city he protected as Robin, the family he’d loved and lost a thousand and one times before and after his death.

The sky cracked open above his home, and it was not an invading army that came rushing out but a native one. Friends, neighbors, strangers on the street you caught from the corner of your eye. The people of Gotham knew their own and fought for them. Only Gotham was allowed to fucked with Gotham and they’d been screwed over enough by the government themselves to know what side they were on.

He lifted his guns and fired, teeth bared in vicious satisfaction beneath his helmet as white was splattered bright red.

A hissing electric whine of a weapon, a flash of green from the edge of his vision.

“Down!”

He was thrown bodily to the cracked and ruined street beneath him, the body shielding him warm and living as one of the agent’s weapon fired a blast of energy right where he’d been a second before. He’d seen that same weapon reduce one of the raging dead to dripping green and screams of agony the dead should not be capable of making.

Before he could shove himself up and respond in kind, the body above him was in motion and the air above him cracking with the snapping-popping-roar of a gun of a much higher power than even what he had. The fucker in white that had shot at him dissolved into a mist of red viscera, body seizing and shuttering in the briefest moment it had before it was obliterated completely.

“Watch yourself.” He looked up - and up - and wondered at the lovely, fierce face he found staring down at him. “Even without shooting at them you’re Liminal enough to trip their sensors.”

She was tall enough to be an amazon, six inches in height on him at least. Body strong beneath the pitch black armor she work - as deep and dark as the depths of space, etched with starlight, a familiar crest upon her chest in the dizzying burst of a supernova - she held herself with confidence. Strands of hair the color of a warning sunrise escaped out from beneath the helm she wore, bright against her pale skin, warming the glass-sharp teal eyes that had pinned him in place.

The hand not holding the gun she’d just used to delete the asshole that had just tried to shoot him - a strange, impossible thing that made him taste lightning at the back of his throat to look at it - stretched out to help him up.

He accepted it.

Something pulsed to life in his chest. A piece forgotten where it’d been left behind, half buried in grave dirt and broken pieces of a casket he’d clawed his way out of. It burned like a hot coal in his chest, froze him with the same aching cold of a blizzard, crackled his nerves to life with lightning even as his brain popped and fried with the same sizzling energy.

On his feet, hair on end and body and Core pulsing with the need to fight, to rend and tear and scream for all done to him, his people, his home, he met the eyes of the woman before him. Her cool gaze softened, just a moment, just a second as she seemed to realize what had happened. Her hand, lighter than the armor she wore should allow it to be, tightened on his just a moment, mouth tilting from determined frown to soft understanding.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

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Part Three

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #jason todd #jazz fenton #GIW #reluctant war au #ghost zone goes to war #ghost king danny #liminal jazz #halfa jason #sorta kinda #he's waking up alright #anger management #if you squint but if i do end up writing even more of this it'll be a thing lol #spirit of gotham #gotham spirit #eldritch gotham spirit #tw death #tw violence #implied gore #gothamites take one look at the GIW and are like: yup time to fuck some bitches up #the entire city has been itching for a chance to fight the US government after all the times they got cut off after a disaster #ghosts are trying to evacuate them and they're like: Nah we're good #Gotham Girl Scouts get badges for making molotov cocktails and knife fighting you can't convince me otherwise #Outlaws are gonna show up to find Jason has somehow collected yet another tall red head that can kick his ass #They're convinced he has the world's most specific meta ability with how many he ends up running around with #Bruce in mid convo w/ Waller trying not to kill her suddenly has his *one of my kids is Up To Something* senses go off

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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Court case for the jokers punishment

So the joker got an infection and eventually kicked the bucket

Bruce is nutral if a little sad

Jason is pissed he couldn't kill him

And all of the other batfam are releived that the jokers not out and about anymore, and atleast the family fight on the joker ends

During a family meeting to discuss the jokers death a Lazarus pit opened up and a...butler? Servent? Footman? Who knowes! someone in a suit...

Oh and he was floating off the ground and translucent

The batfam were on high alert and instant attack mode, damian tried to stab the guy and ended up tumbling through him

Bruce walked up and intended to intimidate him, but the guy walked through him...and right for jason

:you are jason todd, correct

:why do'you care

:you are the jason todd killed by the joker and reserected by currupted ectoplasm, correct

:my death is none of your business!

:mr todd, as a victem of the joker you are entiteled to a say in the jokers punishment

The whole room got quiet, jason was freaking out but...also calm. The pit was reacting to this guy like...comradery? Companionship? It wasent negative but not positive either

Bruce was still trying to intimidate the guy into giving them answers

Tim and dick were just staring

and damian was making another swing with his sword

:w-what do you mean, jokers punishment ???

The guy pulled out a seat and told everyone to sit, he pulled out a file and put it in front of jason, bruce went to grab it but the guy slapped his hand away

:only mr todd and trusted members of the ghost kings high court may read it

That was the first time he acknowledged bruce and he didnt like being ignored, jason couldn't hold in his chuckle at B getting frustrated

Slowly jason picked up the file and began to read, the paper on the top was a basic file of jason todd before he died, age,school, adoption date, birth place basic things though the thing that stood out was the words at the bottom

Cause of death: joker

Following it was the date, time, wepon and location of his death

He flipped to the next page and saw a similar file to robin, the day he started training, his first day out, how he met bruce, an analysis of his fighting gear from that time, his patrol rout

And at the bottom was the same thing with the same information

Cause of death: joker

Jason was starting to worry why he wasent freaking out about this file he was kinda a numb giddy if that made sense, the batfam were all looking at him expectingly and the butler guy was just watching him

:why are you watching me??

: oh, you see, some ghosts tend to...loose themselves a bit when confronted with...sensitive information, I'm just making sure you wont panic

That got a look from dick and tim, bruce just "hmm"ed and damian was still glaring at the guy

Jason turned to the next page and saw another thing like the last pages, except this one was much more recent, age, height, the day he came back to the public eye,

But there was alot more concerning writing

Death date, date of reserection, level of corruption, death age, core growth, manifested abilities

Jason gave a look to the guy but didnt freak out, though everyone at the table saw the look and was starting to get concerned, jason didnt know what to make of the information let along what it ment

He turned the page and saw one for red hood, age, number of wepons, occupation, date he made his davew, number of times he tried to kill the joker, ect;

Jason tried to ignore all the things that stood out and gave him a sinking feeling and the pit had an...odd reaction

He flipped a page and rather than another log thing there were pictures, mostly id photos and things accessible to the public, but there were also alot of photos that looked like tim took them when he was playing watchdog

He flipped the page and read the following:

You jason todd, due to the crimes and atrocities commiced to you by john, kur aka:the joker

One week after the jokers death he will be tryed and condemed for his actions, and dispite the unusual circumstances surounsing your existence you are entiteled to a say in how the joker is punished

Due to your previous and current occupation you have much more sway over the outcome of the trial then most of his other victmes though they will still have their say

You will not be forced to attend any trial or judgement, as this selecting processes is voluntary and you may reject having any involvement in the case of the jokers soul, condemnation or punishment

And dew to your unique standing with parties that for whatever reason (the big bad bat, you know who) may want to joker to get a lighter sentence than diserved the batman will not have nor get any power or say over the conditions of the joker. he will not have any say and you do not have to lisen to him on any matters concerning this trial

I thank you for your time and any question you may have berry( the ghost who delivered this to you) will answer any and all questions

High king of the infinet realms: phantom

P.S: most people in the infinite realmes kinda have a grudge against the batman so don't be shocked if berry dose something to him

Jason closed the file, handed it back to berry and just...sat there for a good 5 minutes

:mr todd do you have any questions you need answering

l:... I've been out of the loop d'ya think you could...give the the details of...whatevers going on...and what court trial for the jokers soul?

:ah i can do that mr todd.

So 24 hours ago the joker passed away, dew to the ambient ectoplasm in gothem he bacame a ghost in the infinite realms

At jasons confused look he said he'd explain later

:the high king of the infinet realms immediately had his soul captured and he is currently waiting for his trial

The joker has killed alot of people in the infinite realms and they want their pound of fleash, and king phantom is beyond willing to give it to them

So anyone willing is going to his trial next week to condem him

You were killed by the joker and are under unique circumstances, in fact it was up in the air weather to let you have a say or not, but you were dead and thus entitled to a say in his punishment

Because you fought the joker and died to protect gothem you have a larger sway over the outcome than most

:... so what your saying is... i can fuck over the joker even when hes dead?

:yes

:hhahaha hell yeah!!!

Jason jumped up and started laughing like a lunitic, now it made sence why the pit was giddy, it knew he'd finally get his pound of fleash and B couldn't do shit!!!

Batman: that cant be fair

: whyever not

: he's already dead just let him rest

:after all the things he's done...never

: he's already been punished leave him be

That was the wrong thing to say as berry jumped out of the chair, knocking it over and jamming the table into the rest of the batfams ribs

:HES BEEN PUNISHED, WHAT WAY HAS HE BEEN PUNISHED

:he die-

:WE ALL DIED!! HE'S DIED, I'VE DIED, HELL YOU'VE DIED! That dose not excuse his crimes! Besids! What do you think he'd do in the infinite realms! Think you egotistical furrie a madman with no punishment, developing powers and access to multiple universes! Its a disaster waiting to happn you idiot

:it's still unfair, i will stop it

: how moron! you have no say in this you are naither a victme or a trusted member of the high kings court, you have no power

:then I'll talk to this king

:*snort* sure you will...mr todd do you have anymore questions?

Jasons giddiness froze at being put on the spot so suddenly he froze mid-cackle and had to stand properly before he answered berrys question

J: uhh... how to i get to the trial, thing on the right time

: a servent will escourt you,AND ONLY YOU, to the event. Good day and fuck you!!

Berry opened a portal, stepped through and gave bruce the finger

Everyone kinda stared at where the portal was, jason was the one to break the silence by giggling

: hahaha i still get to fuck over the joker and, for once, you can't stop me, later you egotistical furrie

Jason ran to his bike and floored it out of the batcave, he has to plan

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How I think halfa Jason would work in DCxDP:

When Jason died his soul became a vengeful ghost, but he wasn't strong enough to manifest yet. When Superboy prime altered reality and undid his death, it caused a paradox, merging his ghost and human selves. Jason crawled out of the grave a halfa, but an unstable one - a different flavor from Dani or Vlad, he didn't start melting or get Ecto-Acne, instead it caused his catatonia. His body healed, but his human brain and ghost soul were unable to properly integrate. When Talia shoved him in the Lazarus Pit, it shocked his system and caused him to stabilize (a shot of Ecto Dejecto would have had a similar result).

If you want to include Pit Madness, it can be blamed on all the weird chemical crap Ra's uses to create the pits (much like the Diet coke impurity caused Vlad's Acne).

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #jason todd #meta #headcanon #halfa jason todd #red hood #halfa jason #halfa red hood

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starry-bi-sky · 2 months

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childhood friends danny and jason miscellaneous thoughts: because why not, i'm reworking ch2 because it no longer fits with the remaster of chapter 1 so i've been thinking of them, and i love talking about them. which you should totally go read the remaster because its 26k words and im very proud of it and it barely got any attention.

First off Ellie vapes. Mostly because I think its real fucking funny. The first time Danny finds out about it he gets all up in arms about it. Ellie at first thinks its because she's smoking -- which, helloooo pot meet kettle, Danny has been smoking for a lot longer than she has.

And then he throws a curveball at her and says he's upset specifically because its vaping. Like no, no. Dammit, if you're gonna fuck up your lungs you gotta do it properly, none of this cotton-candy flavored nonsense.

He plays it up for laughs and it's largely non-serious 'i can't believe you're using a vape', if only to hide the fact that he is genuinely displeased with his little sister smoking. Self-destructive behaviors and bad habits are his thing, thank you very much.

But, well, he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he told her he didn't like that she was smoking. He's aware its bad for him, but habits are hard to break and he's not particularly keen to break this one in particular.

Danny bullies her relentlessly about it whenever she vapes in front of him. Like don't be a loser, Elle, carry a carton of cigs and a lighter in your back pocket like the rest of us degenerates.

[more under the cut]

Secondly: Danny's piercings? He got the first lobe piercings as a lost bet from Sam in junior year, and they did it in her room with a needle, a small bottle of blood blossom extract, and an apple. He broke out in hives for a week after thanks to the blood blossom, but it prevented the hole from healing up :)

He got the rest done professionally at a piercing place in the Ghost Zone. He asked Johnny where to find it. Sam and Johnny (and Kitty) nearly convinced him into getting snakebites. He got an eyebrow piercing instead.

Danny's undercut is also self-done, he did it because Technus shot at him with an ectoblast and it missed hitting him, but set his hair on fire. Danny got it out pretty quickly, but it left his hair lopsided and obviously looking like it got burned by something. He went to Sam for help after the fight. He liked the way it looks so he's kept it that way since.

Vlad brought up Jason once(1) in a taunt during a fight, and this was after Jason disappeared from the ghost zone, and Danny very. very nearly killed him on the spot. He hasn't done it since.

Which leads into the other thing: Grief Triggers! As I call them. All Banshees have them in this au.

While all banshees are, in general, in a permanent state of grief, Grief Triggers are a specific emotional response that can cause them to spiral into a state of intense, sometimes debilitating sorrow, and most of the time causes them to start wailing.

Banshees know what their Grief Triggers are and in general tend to try and build up a form of resistance against it so that, if something occurs that happens to trigger said grief, they can at least either get away from other ghosts to let loose or have enough control over themselves that it'll take more work to send them spiraling.

As expected, Jason is Danny's grief trigger. He's built up a pretty good resistance to it so that hey, talking about him and his death is easier than when Danny was fourteen. But a little more prodding and it will trigger, especially depending on who brings him up and how. (See: Vlad)

Grief Triggers also manifest relatively the same; with the induction of an intense state of grief and sorrow, but how a banshee acts on it can sometimes vary. Again, it depends on who triggers it and how. Some of them can get,,, violent, depending on how it happens.

Rath, this au's 'Dan', is a case of a banshee being put into the grief state caused by grief triggers and... never really leaving it. Which they usually do on their own, or with help depending on the severity of it.

At the time it happened Danny was going through the worst week of his life a second time: his best friend's ghost disappeared, then his family and friends all died right in front of him, and then he was stuck with someone who wasn't helping him through that grief.

He was already in the grieving state when Vlad tore out his ghost half. As a result, Vlad only made it worse. With that fury thrown into the mix, Vlad ended up getting torn apart and nobody else was close enough with nor could they get close enough to Rath to help him come down from the wailing state.

So Rath ended up getting stuck in a perpetual negative feedback loop of absolute misery, and well... drove himself insane. The rest of the world became collateral as a result.

the difference between Danny and Jason lies in the fact that Jason died, while Danny is dead.

I'm having more thoughts on the CFAU/TMWS universe banshees, actually.

Banshees are either born in the ghost zone from ectoplasm and are ecto-entities and work as banshees as how we know of them, or they're human spirits that died mourning someone and that grief was so intense that it turned them into a banshee. They're a little more rare.

These banshees typically mourn only one person, or sometimes they follow their Realm-born counterparts and choose a family to mourn for. Typically their own.

Ember is not a banshee; human spirit banshees are always mourning another person. However, her abilities emulate certain qualities of banshees: like the beautiful singing. But in comparison to an actual banshee, Ember's voice pales.

Does this mean Danny has the better singing voice? Yeah. Ember is incensed by this.

If canon Danny and CFAU/TMWS Danny met, I think canon Danny would be kinda unsettled or off put by CFAU.

CFAU Danny still has some pretty core Danny traits, at least I like to think so -- his general drive to help people just out of compassion for them (even if it manifests differently at first due to trauma), his wit and humor, his fear of failing to protect his loved ones, all of those resonate with canon Danny.

However, canon Danny, as far as I can remember and as far as his wiki goes, rarely gets extremely angry or emotional. He gets irritated and he gets annoyed but him getting mad I don't think happens super often. CFAU Danny is the angrier one between Jason and Danny. It's one of the things I consider a division point between him and canon Danny as it's a result of him growing up in Crime Alley. Canon Danny is canonically shy and meek prior to becoming Phantom, CFAU Danny couldn't be -- he'd be dead already.

CFAU Danny's anger would off put canon Danny, in my opinion. His anger, his smoking, and for lack of a better term, his bloodlust would unsettle him.

Like, for example, say CFAU Danny gets transported to a canon (or canon-adjacent) Danny's universe. He's staying with canon for a little bit as they brainstorm how to get him back home, and CFAU Danny goes to school with canon if only so that he's not stuck in the house all day.

Whether they try and pass CFAU Danny off as canon's cousin or if the town already knows that he's another version of Danny, it doesn't matter. Because insert Dash.

Dash who, in CFAU Danny's world, has since learned not to fuck around with Danny or the other kids because Danny has long since asserted that he will beat his ass if he does. 'Fucking around' always predates the 'finding out', and Danny is happy to act as consequence.

(As my father told me (paraphrased) when I was a small child and full of uncontrollable anger: "there's gonna be a day where you're gonna hit someone, and they're gonna hit you back")

And canon Dash, who is used to canon Danny who kinda just takes it because it means that he won't target other people, would see CFAU Danny. He'd notice the resemblance between him and canon, immediately try and go "oh new target!", and try and bully him the same way he does to canon. And Danny "I am the consequences of your actions" CFAU Fenton, instantly throws hands.

Just, CFAU Danny is kind but he's also Gotham-raised and full of bite; he's meaner than canon is. He's more ruthless too, especially in his ghost fights. The ease of which he slips into violence would, imo, discomfort canon. CFAU and Canon would eventually get along though, they're not so different that they'd be in constant clash of each other.

(Canon Danny and Danyal Al Ghul however,,, thats another post LMAO)

#cw smoking #cw vaping #dpxdc #dp x dc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dead on main au #childhood friends au #cfau #dpdc #ugh i could have made this two parts probably #i've had a lot of thoughts on banshees in this au and how i could adjust them #what i didn't get into: the ghostly behavioral affects that danny has gone through since dying. the ghostly mood swings and #heightened emotions that he's had to work through for the last five years.#one of my favorite lines in the remaster is danny mentioning offhandedly that he's gotten better at his mood swings ever since being a ghos #but also implying that vlad has been on the receiving end of these mood swings before and it didnt end well for him #like yessss gurl go through permanent irrevocable changes of your physiology and psyche that has ultimately altered you from the person you #used to be. you are now no longer fully human yess gurl pick up those habits and behavioral changes that is common in the species you've #been turned into even if its only halfway.#iirc i don't think i included obsessions in this au and checking the remaster doc and the word doesn't show up once in all 26k words of it #so hey looks like we get this instead #danny's singing voice is permanently ingrained in my head as sounding like hozier #its very very funny to imagine my au dannys meeting canon danny or canon adjacent danny #cfau seeing dan: who tf is that?? | canon: um.. dan? our evil alternate future self? | cfau: THATS your evil future self??#canon: yeah?? does yours not. look like that? | cfau: NO?#look if dan saw rath he would do a doubletake is all im saying and then would go “what the fuck what the fuck what the fUCK”#turning rath into a horror movie abomination is the fun part of this au and he's never even gonna show up #jason died but danny is dead. it lies in the past and the present. the was and the is. one of us got up and the other didn't

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look, first of, thank you SO MUCH for that jason x apollo!reader??? i just- i melted. i blushed with WORDS ON A SCREEN. just…. yeah. so, uh, can i ask you hcs about leo and apollo!reader and she’s like super amazing with healing and he’s always getting hurt just so she can heal him? tysm! (live laugh love leo valdez)

⋆⭒˚.⋆ leo valdez x daughter of apollo! reader hcs

content: leo valdez x daughter of apollo! reader hcs warning: language, like a tiny ass allusion to sexual things but im hella reaching with this one author's note: live laugh love leo valdez is so real. new slogan. new motto. new manifestation. with how much i typically struggle with apollo kid reader ANYTHING this one actually was so fun and i genuinely enjoy it. so cute.

mr. 'constantly getting little nicks on his hands' and ms. 'ability to heal but you will get sass for being an idiot'

at first, leo truly was just being clumsy and will was constantly busy, which means you got the son of hephaestus

but then he started to fall in love with your lecturing and your laugh and you smile and the way your nose twitches while you heal and-

well, basically, he fell in love with allll of you

so then he started doing little things on purpose

nothing too crazy (except that one time he 'attempted' the rock climbing wall and got hit in the head with a rock. looking back, he does regret that one seeing as he got a concussion that you refused to heal)

mostly just paper cuts and bruises from nyssa throwing wrenches at him (he paid her once bc he hadn't seen you yet that day. he had the biggest wrench shaped welt on his back for WEEKS. he never offer that to her again.)

at some point, will stopped fill one of the beds in your section of the infirmary, knowing at some point leo would waltz in and fake a pout and present his injury and demand to be healed by you and you only

and you'd roll your eyes and scold the boy about that fact that he's supposed to avoid jason's sword, but you couldn't hide your beaming smile

something about being an apollo kid is that your smiles were kinda hard to hide

they were always just so bright and so distinctly love filled

especially when they were directed at the person you like

which sadly was leo, your clumsy and constant patient

also, i know he's playing up every injury and everything just to get you to laugh

"what is it this time, valdez?" you ask, jutting your hip out and glaring at him with a smile

"well, you see, i was just walking around the woods, doing my thing and looking super cool and hot and all that. and then, out of nowhere, this piece of paper just shot out and cut my poor precious hand. said some crazy things too, definitely racist. keep an eye for that paper. and, like, i need my hands to work, because how can i work if my hands are all mangled-

"you have a paper cut, leo-"

"some doctor you are, im clearly dying."

"get out."

"hey! you better not charge my insurance for this-"

"GET OUT! OR ILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO GET HEAL!"

"OKAY OKAY IM GOING JEEZ"

so cute, stop why am i smiling???

shut up, it was a moment of weakness

and then, one day leo didn't come into the infirmary

you stood at the door, rapidly tapping your pen against your clipboard, watching as the clock ticked by

"what, no lover boy today?" will taunted as he walked past, smiling as you glared at him

"hey, next time you sneak nico in and have to hide him in the medical closet, tell him not to bump into the bandages," you threw back, instantly locking your eyes back to the clock as the tapping of your pen increased

"you're no fun," will hissed and walked away as his blush grew up his neck

"you still have to clock out even if he doesn't come!" will shouts over his shoulder as he continues to walk

"but-"

"no. clock out or ill give you a reason to stay, but this time on one of those beds."

"whatever," you muttered under your breath, frowning as the end of your shift came.

"WAIT WAIT IM HERE WAIT-" leo yelled as he came skidding into the infirmary. he was heaving and struggling to breath, slumping against the doorway

you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, clearly having run the whole way from bunker nine here

and you fell just a tiny bit more in love

"cmon," you said, nodding your head towards the back of the infirmary before leading the way.

leo followed, desperately looking at his arms to see if he could find any tiny scratch to blame his visit on

naturally, there was nothing.

shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shi-

"what's his problem? it better be something good, y/n, because you were supposed to clock out-"

"head injury. big ol' bonk on the head from that dragon of yours. right, leo?" you attempted to lie, looking over at leo for help

the daughter of truth was naturally a terrible liar and will could see right through her.

"yeah, yeah. he's fiesty sometimes. doesn't like oil changes," leo added, both him and y/n looking at will with pleading eyes to let them stay

"...five minutes and then i don't want to see either of you in here for the rest of the day," will replied, squinting at the both of them for a few seconds before taking his leave

"nice lie," leo mused and you beamed a smile at him as you sat down on the edge of his medical bed

"yeah?"

"no. i think i a blind person could see straight through that lie. but good effort."

"you just lost healing privileges for a week," you gasped out, slapping an arm against his shoulder with a shake of your head

"can i still visit?" leo questioned, a knowing smile on his lips. like he was plotting something. which left you hesitant to answer

"...i dont see why not."

"good. i couldn't got a week without seeing such a pretty girl."

"w-well, clearly i didn't need to lie. you must have a head injury," you quickly got out, taking his head into your hands and pretending to inspect it but it was really just to force his vision away from you face so you could blush in peace

"kiss it better?" leo offered as you pulled his head back to be level with yours

leo enjoyed the shuttered breath that left your lips more than he should have, enjoying the minor panic hidden behind your eyes

without another word, the two of you met in the middle

it was a gentle kiss, bordering on hesitant

your lips were just barely brushing each other until leo pushed a little further, solidifying it

you couldn't help but fight back, the kiss turning more fervent with every second that passed

it surely would have ended with clothes tossed everywhere had you too not been cut off by your dear brother

"TIMES UP. GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY INFIRMARY!"

"YOU DON'T OWN THE PLACE!"

"THAT'S IT, GET BACK HERE, IM BREAKING EVERY BONE IN YOUR HAND AND ILL NAME THEM WHILE I DO IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT-"

"I NEED MY HANDS TO WORK- HEY, STOP, LET GO, NO NOT THE PINKY WAIT-"

#postcards from covey ౨ৎ #all my love ౨ৎ #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez

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nelkcats · 1 year

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The mysterious murder of D. Phantom

Batman faced multiple cold cases. Some in which he got involved. They were never pretty, neither the ways of death nor the age of the victims. But when he entered a building and looked at Jason's corpse (it wasn't Jason, it couldn't be) his mind went blank.

He tried to investigate as much as possible. But his path was always empty, with virtually no clue as to who was to blame. Bruce began to despair when he saw his son's corpse on the pavement.

A week after his fruitless investigation, the body disappeared, and an identical one washed up on the docks. His death seemed recent, but that couldn't be possible, maybe the corpse was moved, but why?

Jason even got involved when his father started pestering the whole cave with his increasingly crazy theories about the case. All they got together was a couple of letters: DP, Dick nicknamed him Phantasma, because his body always turned up in supposedly haunted places.

Interestingly, the solution was more obvious than that. Danny changed forms so many times that he burned his human body, altered and left it on the ground. Clockwork forced him to absorb it to manifest another (Danny thought it was gross, but apparently when he "died" his body was just pure ecto)

And well, maybe he didn't know how to control the ability, and maybe he kept burning himself, leaving an abandoned corpse but it was disgusting, okay? The stalker in the bat suit was also not easy to avoid.

#dpxdc #Danny discovered immortality #but it was gross #he didn't like it #since he changed forms too many times #his body literally burned #he can create another #but he need to absorb the corpse first #dp x dc #dc x dp #Batman is getting desperate #he want to solve the murder of that innocent kid #that look so much like Jason #but there isn't any clue #and he refuses to call JLD #Clockwork is just tired

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slut4thebroken · 7 months

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Assorted characters x stalker!reader hcs - pt. 2

Part 1

(Jason Todd, Jonathan Crane, Jackson Rippner, Spencer Reid, Stiles Stilinski, Bucky Barnes)

Jason Todd - You don’t ever confront him. He actually figures it out on his own. You were following him, walking half a block behind him, wondering where he was going. He suddenly turned a corner and you rushed to speed up to make sure you wouldn’t lose him. When you rounded the corner, a hand was gripping your neck tight enough to make you wheeze and pushing you against the wall. You clawed at his arm, already feeling lightheaded from the pressure, and once he got a good look at you, he seemed to realize who you were— the girl he helped a few weeks ago. He asked why you were following him and what you knew as you gasped for air, trying (not really though…) to remove his hand from your neck while squeezing your thighs together. He suddenly removed his hand and you took in a huge breath, then started coughing. Your relief didn’t last long though. Cold metal on your neck made you stiffen and you looked down, finding a knife against your skin. “You better start answering me or things are going to get a lot worse for you.” He warned, but that only made you want to do the opposite. You wanted to test him— see what he’d do to you once he snapped. When you couldn’t speak, he dug the knife into your skin a little harder and you let out a low moan, making him freeze. “Of course you’re getting off on this- fuckin hell.” He muttered, making you blush. “That why you’ve been following me, sweetheart?” He cooed mockingly. His gaze trailed over your flushed face and you bit your lip as you waited. “Still can’t talk?” He asked, giving you one last chance. “Fine. But let’s put that mouth to good use, yeah?” He forced you down onto your knees, the rough gravel making you wish you had worn pants instead of a skirt. He dragged the knife over your cheek as you got to work on freeing his cock. A sharp sting on your cheek made you gasp and you brought your hand up, feeling a small bead of blood leaving the wound. You looked up at him and he put the knife on your chin to tilt your head up even more. “I’m not a very patient man so I’d move a little faster if I were you.”

Jonathan Crane - One night you followed him excitedly, he was deviating from his normal schedule so this must have something to do with his alter ego. Since it was night and there weren’t many people out, you made sure to really keep your distance. When you rounded a corner, gas was being sprayed in your face, making you cough and sputter as you felt your heart start to beat faster in your chest. Your body grew sweaty and shaky, your breathing shallow. You felt hands on you, making you scream louder, then a hand was being placed over your mouth as you were dragged somewhere. Your brain couldn’t focus on the details, not with the fear response you were undergoing that was starting to manifest into actual hallucinations. After a while you eventually passed out, the stress being too much on your body, and woke up a few hours later on the floor in a dark building. You couldn’t see much, but suddenly a hand was gripping your hair from behind you and pulling you up into a sitting position. “Why are you following me?” The voice modulator in the mask made the question sound even more menacing and your body started trembling again. When you didn’t answer, he forced you around to face him and grabbed your cheeks to make sure you were looking at him. Through the mask you could see icy blue eyes that you’d recognize anywhere after staring at them for half a semester. “Professor..” You said breathily, a small smile forming on your lips. You knew he liked you just as much as you liked him. When you said that, he recoiled away from you with a sharp “What?” You explained that ever since you found out he was the newest villain terrorizing Gotham, you wondered if he’d want to use you for his experiments. You wondered what he’d do to you when you were incapacitated by fear, unable to fight back or protest. When you told him that you wished you had woken up with a sore cunt, you knew he was blushing under the mask, but he quickly recovered. “Aren’t you a depraved little thing… Is that why you’ve been stalking me? You want your professor to take advantage of you?” When you nodded eagerly he scoffed and stood up. “And what makes you think I’d be interested in a desperate fucking whore, huh?” You whined and looked away, biting your lip to keep from moaning. “My standards aren’t that low, sweetheart.” He condescended and you couldn’t keep the sounds down anymore. You pleaded— for what? You weren’t sure— and grabbed onto his pants leg, getting up onto your knees. You begged him for a chance, telling him that you’re not a desperate whore, not unless he wants you to be of course. “Don’t lie to yourself.” He scoffed. “I’ll give you what you want and in return I just want one thing.” “Anything,” You begged. “You.” You didn’t have time to ask him to clarify before gas was invading your senses again and he was pawing at your clothes, eagerly ripping them off your body, leaving them in tattered shreds on the floor.

Jackson Rippner - The only reason he found out was because you told him. You brought your hand gun to keep control of the situation, and that worked for a while… until you went up to his room. The second the door softly clicked shut, he was grabbing your hand and bending it backwards, making you cry out and loosen your grip until he managed to take the gun from you. “Stupid fucking slut thinks she can bring a little toy and get whatever she wants? I’m going to make you regret ever meeting me.” He growled, then proceeded to do the opposite. He fucked you so hard— so good— you knew you were ruined for any other man now. Nothing would ever compare to the way he held the gun against your temple and “forced” you to suck him off or the way he pushed you down deeper on his cock even though you were choking and gagging and crying. But most of all, nothing would ever compare to the way he fucked you— hard and rough, words blending praise and degradation seamlessly, making you beg him to spare your life as his cock rammed into your abused hole relentlessly.

Spencer Reid - He was able to figure out that you were following him. You’re his student and the first time he noticed you outside the classroom, he assumed it was just coincidence. But after the fourth time, when he would watch you try to act nonchalant like you really were just there for yourself and not because you were watching him, he knew his suspicions were correct. So one day after class he told you to stay behind for a minute. Your whole face flushed as your head raced with thoughts of what this could be about. What you didn’t expect though, when he brought you to his office then closed and locked the door, was for him to call you out. He told you about how he knew you were stalking him, then asked why. When you stammered out a pathetic response, he only got crueler. He called you stupid and needy and desperate, making your cunt fucking throb. When you whined, he let out a sharp laugh “of course you fucking like that” he said, making your blush darken. His punishment for your wanton behavior was far worse than any of your fantasies and you left his office with a bruised ass— that’s not even being dramatic, it was literally black and blue. The next day, his eyes were trained on you for the majority of the class, watching the way you squirmed uncomfortably in your seat.

Stiles Stilinski - (this one is giving Neil and violet in watching the detectives lol) (also this got so long but I don’t feel like editing it to make it shorter) The only reason Stiles found out was because of a stupid mistake. He was talking to you, asking about the homework since none of his friends were in the class you both shared, and it turned into a normal conversation. You were trying to focus on his words and not his lips or his fingers as they played with his flannel and because you were so flustered, you slipped up. You said something that you shouldn’t have known and he picked up on that instantly. “How do you know…” He asked, growing increasingly concerned. “H- oh my god… Do you spy on me?” He whispered, almost horrified. “That depends on how you define spying…” You said with faux innocence. “Oh my god- you spy on me! Why do you spy on me??” He exclaimed, drawing the attention of a few students. You grabbed his flannel and dragged him down the hall to the janitors closet, then shoved him inside. You told him how spying makes it sound so juvenile and your infatuation was anything but— which made him blush. When he called you creepy and rambled on for at least five minutes about how that was a complete invasion of privacy, your heart started to sink. You weren’t doing it out of creepiness... But then he started talking about how he didn’t understand why you’d want to spy on him of all people. Which you thought was stupid. He’s probably the most interesting person you’ve ever met— he blushed when you said that. Almost as if the stars aligned, you were paired together for a project. His recent discovery of your… infatuation, almost intrigued him. Honestly it felt like he was on the verge of a full blown adhd induced hyperfixation on you. When you showed up at his house with all of the materials you needed, he opened the door, then his jaw went slack at the sight of your low cut top. You spent the night laughing at his jokes, listening to his rants, inching closer to him, but he only seemed to notice when you placed your hand on his thigh. “W-what are you doing?” He squeaked, making you smile. “Nothing.” You shrugged innocently. “Wait..” He started when you slowly dragged your hand up his leg. “I can make you feel so good, Stiles. Please, will you let me?” He groaned and closed his eyes in response. Your hand reached the top of his thigh, but you stopped so that your finger was just barely brushing his crotch— his bulge. He opened his eyes and stared at you as you waited for permission, batting your eyelashes at him. “Have you ever watched me jerk off?” He asked suddenly and you almost choked on your spit from surprise. “No…” You muttered, almost sounding disappointed. “Go sit on the chair.” You tentatively stood up and walked over to his desk chair, watching as he pushed the books and papers aside to lay down. When he started unbuttoning his pants, you stiffened. “What are you doing?” You asked, staring at him with furrowed brows, your cunt starting to ache. “Stiles,” You whined, getting to your feet, but you quickly dropped back down when his voice lowered and he ordered you to ‘sit the fuck down.’ “You should be grateful I’m not making you watch from outside.” He said harshly as he took his cock in his hand and stroked slowly. Your mouth went dry and you subconsciously leaned forward in the chair, wanting more. Everytime you tried to get up though, he told you to sit down and threatened to make you leave, saying that he’d close all of the blinds and finish alone. And everytime you’d whine, but sit back down. He came on his stomach and you ached to lick it up, but he grabbed a tissue from his nightstand and wiped it up before tucking himself back in his pants. When he called you back over, you thought he was finally going to give you what you wanted, but he made you sit down and continue working on the project with him, completely ignoring the way you were whining and squirming.

Bucky Barnes - The way Bucky found out was probably the most humiliating way possible. He knocked on your door one night, asking if he could come in to talk to you about something. You eagerly agreed, wondering what he might say. He asked if you knew about his past, what he was made into. You answered honestly, not sure where he was going with this. Then he asked if you knew what the serum did. You, again, said “yes, it made you stronger.” He agreed and your confusion remained until he said that there was more. “It didn’t just give me enhanced strength, I have enhanced senses too.” Oh… You weren’t sure what he was trying to say though, which you voiced to him. “It means that I can hear your heartbeat from another room… I can smell your cunt when you start acting like a bitch in heat any time you’re around me for longer than five minutes.” He growled, making your eyes widen. He practically bullied you relentlessly about it, but the most humiliating part was when he pointed out how he could smell you right now. He could smell how needy your “pathetic fucking cunt” was getting just from his words. He said that he could practically taste it— that’s how wet you were. And when you tried to deny it, he forced a hand down your pants to find out for himself, laughing loudly when his fingers swiped through your obvious arousal, making your whole face turn red as your hips bucked forward from the contact. “So fucking wet.” He muttered, almost disgusted. But you could see the tent in his pants.

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nerdpoe · 7 months

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Like Facing off Against C'Thulu, but it's Really Just your Fears. Part 4

Part one, Part two, Part three, Ao3

Damn here we are, the final chapter. Let's gooooo

Danny stretched, arms over his head, and marveled at the lack of pain. Leslie had been right about those exercises.

Then again, she’d been right about most other things. Okay, all other things medically concerned.

The white noise machines in his room helpfully blocked out the sounds of Gotham and the household. He was growing to love the Liminal city, including it’s disturbing amount of Dead, but it was a bit too much to be comforting and the white noise machines were a lifesaver. Ghostsaver.

They were a Danny-saver.

He stepped towards the door to his room, reached out to open it-and froze.

He. He couldn’t open the door.

Logically, he knew his new home was perfectly safe. But.

He couldn’t open the door. He couldn’t make his hand connect to the doorknob and turn it. What if it was locked? What if the GIW was waiting outside? What if-?

Danny’s hand started to shake as he pulled it away from the door and cradled it against his chest.

He had no idea what had triggered his paranoia (“PTSD, Danny; it manifests in strange ways,” Bruce’s voice whispered in his head) but the thought of opening the door was filling him with a mix of fear and anxiety so profound he couldn’t even bend his knees.

He refused to become a recluse, locked in a room by his own fears.

Danny started doing the breathing exercise Dick had taught him, and when he was capable of moving his legs again, took a few steps away from the door.

In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Observe, assess, commit.

Danny experimentally stepped towards the window instead of the door.

No overwhelming anxiety. No fear.

Danny walked until he was actually at the window.

Still no negative emotions about it.

He could clearly see outside of it. There was no one waiting for him, nothing bad just out of sight.

It was just the garden, the bench facing said garden, and the weird spiral under his window that looked a lot like…steps…

Oh!

He reached out and unlocked the window, pausing as he waited for the flood of all-consuming fear, and let out a tentative smile when that didn’t happen.

Instead, he carefully hopped from the windowsill to the pillar. From there, he went to the next weird thing the Waynes had set up for him. A few more hops and he was sitting in the grass, staring at the sky.

It was a pleasant day, for Gotham. The sky was overcast, there was a slightly cold breeze, bugs had already started to make themselves scarce in preparation for the oncoming winter, and he could hear the wildlife in the woods that lines the property as they made their own preparations for the season.

The bench was right next to him, but Danny couldn’t bring himself to sit on the hard surface. He just. He needed connection to something that wasn’t manmade, at the moment.

After…some amount of time, he couldn’t say how long, there was a crunch of gravel, very deliberate, that had Danny’s head snapping towards the garden.

It was Cass.

She stopped walking towards him and observed him. Frowned. Nodded. Smiled at him and motioned for him to stay where he was. Turned and went into the Manor.

She returned fifteen minutes later with a basket full of baked goods and bottled water.

Danny felt his chin begin to tremble as he tried not to cry, but Cass just sat next to him and held out an arm. The Halfa gladly sank into the hug she was offering.

“Sometimes, the house is. Too much.” Cass hummed, her arm tightening around his shoulders as she handed him a pastry. “I understand. We will eat here.”

~~~~~~

It had been a long, grueling battle with a government agency that, apparently, was not a government agency at all, but after literal months Jason was finally back in Gotham.

Sure, the batplane had been utterly decimated in one of the nastier battles, but it had been a small price to pay for finishing the evacuation.

But Jason was back, and he could see things he really, really wished he couldn’t.

There was a group of 1920 Mafiosos chattering and laughing outside of a restaurant, all of them riddled with gunshot wounds, oblivious to the people that literally walked through them to get in and out.

There was a little girl in the middle of the road, holding her decapitated head in her hands as she wailed for her mother.

A hoard of Joker victims that stood outside the bridge to Arkham, silent and waiting and bloody.

A college student with his throat missing, bragging to an old lady who was half-melted about how he can attend classes for free now.

Jason resolutely did not look at any of them.

Well, he made a note to go to the little girl later, when he had a moment. His title as “Prince” probably meant he could do something to help her out.

Instead, he entirely focused on driving to the Cave.

There was a…flash. Of something. Just on the hidden road outside of the Cave.

Jason slowed his motorcycle down to look for the disturbance.

It.

Holy shit.

It was Ace.

He hadn’t seen that dog since. Well.

Ace walked over to Jason, glowing and blue and white, his appearance just as watery as the other Dead he’d seen coming in. No one could see him, then. No one but Jason, and probably Danny. The ethereal canine circled his Bike, sniffed at it, sniffed at him, sneezed, and then went back to the side of the road to let Jason pass.

Ace stared at him expectantly.

Jason took off his helmet and stared back.

Ace’s tail slowly started wagging.

Jason…Jason could probably do something about that. He’d just come from the most ectoplasmic contaminated town in America, surely he could just. Help make it so that Ace could be visible to the family again?

Ace stood up and slowly started walking towards Jason.

Jason got off the bike, knocked the kickstand down, and held open his arms.

The old dog leaped into them, and Jason focused on pouring any excess ectoplasm he had into the good boy.

There was a flash, a bark, and Ace was far more solid and a lot heavier.

He was still blue, and still glowed, but Jason was completely aware that he could be seen by the others as well.

Good.

Ace was the best guard dog and family dog Jason had ever known, Titus included, and to have him unkillable? Perfect for their weirdass family.

He set down the overexcited dog and popped up the kickstand to his Bike, bracing himself for a long walk down the Cave’s entryway with a bouncing, lively ghost of a German Shepherd trotting along next to him.

~~~~~~

Bruce scrolled through his tablet, Ace draped across his feet for the first time in years, going over the evidence against the GIW. He cleared his throat and rubbed at the dried tear tracks on his cheek again, probably making them worse.

Ace had been a welcome surprise, so much of a surprise that he hadn’t been able to adequately prepare himself.

His only consolation was that Dick had cried longer and harder than he had.

Really, the only reason Ace wasn’t on the bed with Dick was concerns about the acrobat’s surgery site and possible ectoplasmic contamination near something so extensive.

Bruce cleared his throat again, and forced himself to focus.

“Tell me again how you found this?” He prompted, laying down the tablet and reaching down to pet the dog again.

“Broke into the GIW base, it was already broken into, three teenagers and a grownass adult man that was terrified of them handed me literally all the evidence.”

Bruce hummed again, leaning back to go through the information again.

The GIW was a City Governmental branch, but the funds for them came from a number of offshore bank accounts that could be traced to the League of Assassins.

Bruce wanted to be surprised, really, he did; but he’d already suspected as much.

Of course Ra’s al Ghul would want to know everything about anything even remotely related to the Lazarus Pits. Of course the Demon Head would want to know how to make a better weapon out of a person.

In the end, there really wasn’t much any government could do about it. Ra’s was already wanted by those who knew he existed, and as horrible as it was to admit it, this wasn’t even the worst thing he’d done.

“I could have Deathstroke go after him,” Dick offered quietly from his bed, staring at the tablet even though he couldn’t read what was on it, “He owes me a favor, and he’d think it would be a fun challenge.”

Bruce reached out and laid a hand over Dick’s eyes, sighing.

“We’re not doing that, Chum, go back to sleep and get better.”

Dick huffed and mumbled his complaints until he drifted off.

Bruce kept his hand over his eldest son’s eyes.

He and Jason stayed quiet for a moment.

“Anything else to report?” Bruce finally asked, letting how Done he was with the situation leak into his voice.

“Aside from seeing the ghosts of the dead now, nope. Anything interesting happen here?”

“Cass is requesting one way windows on Danny’s door, so he can see the hallway before he leaves his room.”

Jason made an approving sound, leaning back in his own chair.

“Should get Danny to sit down with Timmers, then. They’ll make all sorts of weird security measures you’ll probably plagiarize.”

Bruce refused to let out the sigh that was building up.

“Just because Tim got pants permanently added to the Robin suit doesn’t mean I stole the idea from you-“

“-You absolutely fucking did and you know it.”

~~~~~~

Danny stood on the training mats in the Cave, bracing himself.

Leslie watched him from a safe distance, as did Dick from his wheelchair.

Danny started to reach for his Core, started to allow the Transformation to wash over him-and his parents laughed above him, slicing into his skin with scalpels specifically designed to hurt him-but he wasn’t there. He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there.

The Transformation fell out of reach again.

Danny let out a wordless shout of rage and kicked at a nearby training dummy.

“Very well done,” Leslie praised, making Danny freeze.

“Well done? I couldn’t even-!” He drew himself short, forced himself to take deep breaths. “I’m worthless like this.” He whispered after he’d calmed down, hands curling into shaking fists at his sides.

“You’re not worthless, first off,” Dick started as he wheeled his way over to Danny, pausing just in front of him, “And second off that was some big progress. That ring of light you always talk about started to show up! That hasn’t happened before, so you really almost had it that time!”

Danny felt the self-hatred start to ease back, but it was still there.

It always seemed to be, as of late.

Dick seemed to understand and gave him a sad smile.

“All I can do right now is stand for ten to fifteen seconds at a time. Am I worthless?”

“No! You’re recovering, that’s normal-“

“-So are you, Little Ghost. You’re recovering too, and you know it.”

Danny shut up and refused to meet Dick’s eyes. He knew he’d walked into that one, but he also knew that Dick had to be wrong, because Danny was supposed to be further along than he was, and he still couldn’t do something as simple as Transform.

“Danny; I’m serious-you’re doing phenomenally well,” Leslie said, stepping forward and placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, “To the extent that the only way this is possible is if you have a healing factor. Don’t disregard your mental wellbeing, please. It’ll only set you back.”

The halfa glared at the ground. Swallowed. Looked up at Leslie and Dick.

“Okay.”

He stepped back.

Leslie started after him, but Dick grabbed onto her arm before she caught him.

“Alright. Let me just.”

Danny shut his eyes, and forced himself to remember the good times he’d had in his Ghost form.

Playing with Youngblood. Music lessons from Ember. Racing Johnny and Kitty. Flying in the sky. Sitting at the edge of the Stratosphere and stargazing.

The overwhelmingly immense feeling of freedom.

He wanted that back.

He wanted that piece of himself that Jack and Maddie had stolen.

He imagined Ellie. How she’d chosen absolute freedom instead of any type of confinement.

He reached for his Core.

He found his own and two others, so familiar it ached.

There was a flash of light.

And Danny, for the first time in almost a year, could finally breathe.

~~~~~~

On a planet four galaxies away, in an alien Bazaar, Ellie looked up from her meal and breathed deeply as well.

Dan, to her right, stiffened.

“Guess we can go back now,” he drawled, setting down his plate, “Waited just as long as Clockwork wanted. Should be safe, if Little Me is reaching out through his Bonds like that.”

Ellie grinned.

It was time to go home!

She’d really only stayed away because Old Man Clockwork had told her too, but the time-limit was up! She could go back without dooming the Timeline!

“C’mon, let’s do a Dine and Dash! We gotta go!”

“We already paid for the food, squirt, it’s not a-“

Ellie interrupted him by latching onto his stupid big hand and yanking him into the sky.

“Stop being an adult and dumb and let’s go!”

Dan sighed and followed after her, clearly intent on keeping her out of trouble.

Ellie let him keep that fantasy-she was trouble! She was chaos! She had so many frickin souvenirs to give Danny and not all of them were Green Lantern Corps approved!

But most importantly, she was going to see her Big Brother!

@skulld3mort-1fan @zelabee @waspsarebetterthanbeesanyways @ailithnight @randomkiddoscrewingaround @apointlessbox @pyramaniac @emergentpanda-blog @pastalavistamf @gin2212 @beacedocrime @spectralstardustandphantomnights @introvert-even-on-the-internet @candeartist422 @icarusinstatic @overtherose @toomanyfandoms11 @redhoneysugarorange @vythika96 @blueflipflops @undead-essence @readerzj @rainbowbunny0159 @cursedzucchini @firegirl108 @malice-of-the-sunrise @cryptid-fisherman

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #internalcthulufic #gore tw #decapitation tw #torture recovery

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yujateaandpi · 19 days

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This concept has been microwaving in my brain for so long— Sharkboy and Lavagirl but what if they were anticapitalist Polynesian demigods fighting big resort corps. Character bios below for anyone who’s interested!

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Akamu is the son of Filipino marine biologist Joseph Ambong and Ka'ahupahau, the shark goddess of Pu’uloa. Raised by his grandmother after his father’s disappearance, Akamu is a PhD student working to protect marine macroecosystems. He’s professional and aloof at first glance, but only those closest to him know how reckless he truly is. He tries to act cool but he’s a bit childish and has a soft side for puns. He also has a cringe obsession with Jason Momoa.

His mana was inherited from his mother and gives him supernatural strength, speed, senses, and the ability to talk to animals. His demigod form is more natural so he takes time at night to let loose in secluded coves. After some slip ups, he’s accidentally started rumors about a horror cryptid named the Sharkman. He’s very proud of it, though Keahi scolds him to keep a low profile.

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Keahi is the 140 year old reincarnation of the volcano goddess Pele. When she was ten, her village was raided during the overthrow of Queen Liliʻuokalani in 1893. She was tossed into the ocean and lay buried in her demigod form until Akamu found her in 2010. She awoke with amnesia. She stayed with the Ambongs for a couple years and became close friends with Akamu. After Joseph Ambong disappeared, she bounced around the foster care system both on and off the islands. Her powers manifested uncontrollably during this time, resulting in several arson charges.

After a tough few years, she returned to the islands to work, regain her memories, and reunite with her childhood friend. She still doesn’t remember everything, but she’s trying to enjoy her life a little at a time. Keahi is a peacemaker with a strong appreciation for the natural world. She has a cheerful disposition and comes off as naive sometimes, but deep down she carries the kind of wisdom that’s built from pain. She doesn’t like talking about her past.

Unlike Akamu, her mana was transferred directly from the soul of a goddess, making her essentially immortal. In a thousand years she will become the living embodiment of young underwater volcanoes and new islands. For now, she’s just trying to appreciate living a mortal life (and taking down some greedy tourist economies in the meantime).

I’m open to asks about these characters! I think about them. Every day.

#is this an au in anything else other than name?#not really tbh. No taylor lautner here #the 2005 movie was horrendous but it slayed and I thank it for its service #sharkboy and lavagirl demigod au #sharkboy and lavagirl #sharkboy and lavagirl polynesian au #character design

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praetoring · 1 year

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dp x dc au where...

upon his death, jason's soul is transported to the ghost zone and he becomes a ghost

here despite wishing he could move on, he simply cannot, so there's a little robin - all bloody, bruised, and torn - floating around the ghost zone

(he hasn't quite figured out how to change his ghostly form yet)

some months after his death, the reality gauntlet is snapped, correcting reality to how it's meant to be

one jason todd crawls out of his grave, but his ghostly soul remains in the ghost zone

it isn't until talia collects jason from gotham, brings him to the league, and pushes him into the lazarus pit for body and ghostly soul to be reunited

(lazarus pits are essentially the sewer drains of the ghost zone - corrupted ectoplasm is expunged from the zone and sent to the mortal realm, where it evaporates and decomposes in the unstable environment - and jason took a dip in that toxicity)

jason doesn't remember those months he spent catatonic, but he does remember a swirling realm of purples and greens and floating islands and flying between them

he is trained by the league, but upon realizing he still has his ghostly, he makes sure to practice those too

red hood returns to settles in gotham, as dangerous criminal shaking up the underworld, who no one can seemingly catch and no one can seemingly hit

he always seems to slip away from the bats, just one step ahead, and when the round the corner he's long gone

batman, bruce, is slowly growing more frustrated, with this new criminal, and it's messing with him

the stress of it all is getting to him, and he starts seeing manifestations of his dead son

a little bloody, bruised, and torn up robin floats just inside his peripherals, always reminding him of what he lost

au where jason is half dead, but half alive, and in his anger and hurt, uses his ghost form to haunt bruce

#dp x dc #danny phantom #jason todd #dpxdc #red hood #he keeps his identity a secret #b thinks he's going mental seeing the dead robin #it gets even more fun when others start seeing robin too #i believe jason is Just that sorta dramatic theatre nerd #and he would absolutely use his ghost form haunt his fam #halfa jason #my beloved

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lacrimosathedark · 1 year

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Who wants trauma headcanons? :D

Bruce taught every Robin and Batgirl how to properly use a gun as well as ways to counter it. The base of all of their costumes are specifically reinforced against bullets. He updates them for every major attempt on their lives. From the start, Dick’s palms were reinforced against corrosive materials. After Babs was shot, he made Jason��s cape and spinal protection stronger. After Jason died, Tim’s costume was reinforced for blunt trauma and fire retardant. After Steph got “killed”, he actively left his plans available for Tim’s scrutiny. After Damian was run through, his next costume was reinforced for piercing damage.

The only time Bruce sets his One Rule aside is in the near aftermath of losing someone important, examples being when he nearly killed the Joker after he killed Jason and when he left KGBeast to die after he shot Dick. He would do that for any of his kids, and he’s as terrified of doing it as he is of not.

Kate gets anxious around mirrors. They remind her of her mother. They remind her of her sister and the games they used to play. They make her feel alone when she knows she’s not.

Dick is incredibly attentive and actively afraid of his own anger. After losing Jason, and not knowing in part because of his own distance with Bruce, he actively clings to his family so he doesn’t lose that chance again. This is part of why his adopted Tim as his brother so fast, and was willing to give Damian so many chances despite being a Huge Prick.

Dick was re-traumatized by Tim nearly falling to his demise, and now if any of his siblings exhibit the slightest emotional distress, he gets anxious about letting them out alone in costume. He’s terrified he won’t be there to catch them.

Dick finds the smell of rain, even in putrid areas of Gotham and Bludhaven, soothing. Until it’s mixed with the scent of blood and/or sweat, which actively puts him on edge. Especially at night. He has to actively focus on what’s going on or else he might freeze up.

While Dick actively enjoys how clearly people find him attractive and likes to have fun with it, he is a bit sex-averse, and any unexpected attention has him momentarily panic, or at the very least extremely uncomfortable. He hates when people lay their hands on him in a sexual way infinitely more than them actively assaulting him. He’s been taught how to handle clear violence.

Babs has an instant reaction of fear followed by anger every time she hears someone at the door. Sometimes intense menstrual pain gives her similar feelings and flashbacks. During these time, she specifically keeps an eye on her father, Bruce, and Jason.

She watches so much surveillance footage because she’s not as effective on foot anymore but needs to have everyone’s backs. She trusts Cass and Steph to act in her place, but she still hates having to be on the sidelines.

Jason and Tim don’t like anything close to their neck. Jason scratches at his neck when he’s got too much irritable energy, especially directed at Bruce. Roy and Artemis definitely notice and try to distract him.

Jason has adapted to explosives and loves them the same way he does morbid jokes, but certain sounds, like thick metal on cement, can set him off.

Jason get noticeably anxious around people who are actively intoxicated or severely ill. His anxiety usually manifests as aggression, which tries to direct appropriately, but it’s a struggle.

Tim immediately dissociates/numbs when confronted with a scene with lots of pooling blood. He has enough practice working through practically anything, he can push how he feels aside to work. But once he’s alone, he loses it. Only Bruce and Dick know.

After No Man’s Land, and even more so when Tim lost his fucking spleen, everyone gets anxious whenever Tim seems the slightest bit sick. Tim also gets incredibly nervous, but is able to put up a front for everyone else.

Cassandra often feels the need to check in with Tim--they know things about each other no one else knows and share quite a bit of trouble. And Tim was always there for her even when she was at her worst. He’s always been safe for her.

Cass sometimes talks aloud to Stephanie when she isn’t there, or when she’s sleeping. Stephanie has walked in or woken up to it a few times. She usually plays it off to smooth it over, but makes sure to check in with her later and give her lots of hugs and remind her she’s still there.

Jason, Cass, and Stephanie are all sensitive to child victims, and become very cautious around them.

Stephanie reflexively grimaces any time she sees any kind of black skull; shirt decals, jewelry, tattoos, her face scrunches up without any intent.

Stephanie is both the best and worst at handling victims who are young parents or have young children. She can empathize better than anyone, but it usually leaves her shaken. Tim, and sometimes Cass, are the only ones who can comfort her.

Steph has a love/hate thing for fighting the Riddler. On one hand, he reminds her of her father, and she is actively kicking his ass. On the other, he is much better than her father and usually less malicious (and actively wants to be noticed most of the time). She gets really pent up and ends up beating the shit out of his goons a bit harder than she should.

Damian hates the Bat Cave. He already felt resentment for the dinosaur almost killing him, and he loathes the case holding Jason’s case because he has come to find the epithet cold, and on a bad day all he can see is Tim lying among broken glass. After Bane killed Alfred, he could hardly stand being there for a minute.

Tim and Damian hate Time Shenanigans. Tim always sees the worst of himself and everything he’s ever lost, and Damian feels like it takes people away from him.

Duke sometimes flinches when he hears people laugh. He doesn’t mean to, but if it sounds a bit too unhinged, he can’t seem to help it.

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