Siren's Judgment
Whenever someone died, Jason swore that he heard a song. Sometimes at the moment of death, other times during the funeral. But it was always present. He felt that it was calling him.
On one occasion, when Zatanna commented that the veil with the "dimension of the dead" was weak he heard the singing again. And he decided to follow it, perhaps on impulse.
He arrived at a cemetery, where a boy with white hair was singing softly to a grave. A small white sphere rose from the grave and the spirit of a girl formed around the sphere. She was laughing, and dancing around the boy. When the girl disappeared into thin air the boy stared his toxic green eyes at him.
"I was waiting for you Jason Todd" the boy said, not without kindness "I know you're not under my jurisdiction anymore but I'm worried, are you happy here?"
"What do you mean?" Jason muttered in confusion, he felt strangely calm but that only heightened his caution. "Who are you?"
"You can call me Danny" The halfa replied, giving up at keeping his name a secret, he knew that this particular soul was stubborn anyway "I'm the one in charge of taking the souls to the other side, but yours never wanted that, so I need to know, are you happy or no?"
"I don't know," Jason finally answered with a frown, "why do you want to know?"
"It's not important" Danny shrugged "I'll stick around until you figure it out, the veil will be weak for a couple of months anyway."
And with that said Danny stayed next to Jason, becoming visible only to him. The halfa needed to know that letting him revive was not a bad decision. And besides, he had to guide him in the path of the halfas later.
Jason just thought that the ghost of a mermaid was haunting him. He wondered if he should alert someone about that.
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November is a downer in Lance's dictionary. He decides to do something crazy - buy a house, sell the car, start a business, enroll in a course, something along the lines. He ends up dragging Keith out to dance in the rain. ”It's gonna be a house,” Lance declares. “Hmmm, I think we’d need that business first and it better be good,” Keith corrects. They look up options for all of these, dreaming and planning through the shitty weather and shittier economics, and after calling a few friends and making sure they can make it - they decide to adopt a kitty instead.
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now what if…… incubus!jade leech who falls in love with the human he’s been occasionally returning to for an easy meal (until it’s no longer for food but because he genuinely cares for you), but it’s frowned upon for demons to get too attached to humans because it just complicates the entire business of an incubus (loveless sex), but since he’s seen you so often he just can’t stop himself from visiting you. now it’s not even for sex. now it’s to sleep beside you, to hold you, to kiss you fondly. to act like your lover even though he’s really not meant to.
naturally, azul (also an incubus) isn’t too happy when he learns his secretary has been shirking his duties just to spend more time with a human he was only meant to service once. and floyd (also an incubus) is starting to get curious about the little human his brother has become so infatuated with.
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I couldn't stop thinking about @zeroducks-2's post where they said about Jason and Bruce that "They should be unable to coexist in the same room let alone speak" and idk I got inspired and this came into being
They're after some rough patrol and Dick managed to convince Jason to go with them to manor so he can take care of his injuries.
Dick was in the middle of wrapping Jason's hand when the door opened. Tim looked up from his book and Jason stiffened so slightly that if it weren't for the way Dick was holding his arm he wouldn't even notice it and really, that was all Dick needed to get who was standing at the door. He didn't stop wrapping Jason's hand, didn't even look up and after a few seconds Jason's muscles unclenched.
"Is there something you need, Bruce?" Dick hummed after few seconds when the man still didn't move from his place by the door.
Bruce cleared his throat. "No."
And then he walked inside. Dick's eyes flicked up to watch him as he moved further into the room. Even Tim put his book aside to stare at Bruce with a frown and his lips pressed into a line, as if he wanted to say something but didn't. Bruce didn't seem to notice all the looks he received, or maybe he just simply ignored them because he put a hand on an armrest of a chair and moved as if he wanted to sit down.
"Bruce."
Bruce froze at the tone. "Yes, Dick?"
Dick turned back to his little brother. Jason was looking down, eyes flashing slightly green, at his hand Dick was still holding and that hold was probably the only thing keeping him from storming out of the room and from the manor and running far away from this place.
Dick really couldn't blame him.
"If you don't need anything, then you can leave." He said.
Jason lifted his head sharply to look at him. The green faded from his eyes and Dick curled his lips into a soft smile, before finishing the wrapping and moving to cleaning up other, more minor cuts on Jason's arm.
"What?" Bruce asked, almost as if he was making sure he heard right.
"I said leave." Dick repeated patiently. "You don't need to be here, you said so yourself. We came to this room so we wouldn't have to be around you and yet you followed us here. Maybe you didn't know. I don't care. Leave."
He didn't have to look at Bruce to see the way his eyes narrowed just slightly.
"This is my home." He said and Dick needed a few seconds to breath so he wouldn't snap.
"Yes. It is." He said in a cold voice. "That's why you can choose whatever room you want to sit in. Not this one."
"Dick-"
"I swear to fucking god, Bruce-"
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