To Reign in Hell

Okay so I was reading The Gothic Haunting of Tim Drake-Wayne by EchoMikeMike22 (Emmalie22)

And I was listening to Halloween IV: Possess Me by Ashnikko

I cannot shake off the idea of Danny and Tim just matching the essence of this song sooooo much, dissect the lyrics with me okay?

“I hope you didn't see me, see me unhinging my jaw

Don't be scared, do not run

I need you to be patient with me, I'm no angel dove (dove)”

Danny being scared of being inhuman, (unhinged jaw) and wishes for Tim to not be scared of him. He’s no angel dove, he is the afterlife itself, the balance between living and death.

“Possess me, lightweight Lexapro, affect me

Exorcism sexy, wet leaves and fresh meat

Connecting wet swamp sex sounds to set scene

Hex me, dissect me, swords out, protect thee (possess)”

In this fic Tim is a switch, so he is seen topping and Danny finally have someone to take the lead, unafraid, and willing to use Danny. Or as I see it, he wants Tim to have power over him bc his entire being is sovereign over the balance. Literally NOTHING to check his power. So Tim is there, to be the influence that power checks him.

“Lick it, lock it, diva demonic

I might scheme and plot it, the veil is thinning tonight

Hedonic, okay, gossip (gossip, gossip, gossip...)

I want it, oh, my, you're the creature I like (ooh)”

This is Tim, he seeks the knowledge of the afterlife, he seeks to right the wrongs of the justice league. And he seeks to do right by Danny. To love him the right way.

“Labyrinthine libido

Find me peep show, teach me how to love like people

Pierce my ego, suck me in like mosquito

All black like Neo, is it magic or placebo?

Fill me up with it, anyways (possess me)”

Danny seeks humanity in Tim, he seeks to embrace his own humanity. He seeks to tether his entire being to Tim. Even if that also means embracing Tim’s love (the unknown) to fill it up anyways despite his fears.

“In this sleepy town, they speak to me in whispers

Say my name out loud

I dare you, free me now

I need you to see me now

I call you, draw you out”

This where the two meet halfway.

“I dare you, free me now” Tim also seeks a reprieve of his vigilante life, and CEO life, he wants to find himself in love. Allow Tim to have his own life outside of responsibilities. And Danny might be his tether to his own freedom.

Danny seeks for his own freedom outside of it all, he wants Tim to see him for who he is as a human outside of being King. They call to each other to see each other as who they really are.

“I am a shadow in the shape of a girl

I'm a bad omen with malevolent urges

They warned you, you want me

Together, we can bring ruin to the kingdom”

Protector of Ghosts

Even big scary ghosts need affection and emotional support.

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Danny Fenton in a hoodie looking murderous while gently cradling the face of a monstrous Phantom with one hand. Phantom's body is black and shadow-like with glowing neon green ribs, palms, eyes, mouth, ghostly tail and fire for hair. Phantom has four hands, three of which he is using to hold onto Danny, and the fourth hovers reverently over the human hand cradling his face. /. End ID]

Original sketch under the cut:

They say Gotham is haunted.

Not just by the usual things—regret, poverty, old blood in alleyways—but by something else. Something stranger.

They say the shadows twitch wrong on certain nights. That if you walk the Narrows during a thunderstorm, your reflection in puddles might smile before you do. That if you laugh too loud after midnight, something laughs back—higher pitched, younger, aching with glee.

And if you ask the wrong people, in the wrong bars, beneath the flickering neon where the rogues drink and the bats won’t tread, you’ll hear about him.

They call him Joker Junior in the files. JJ in the headlines. The Painted Prince in the streets.

But his name was once Tim.

The lost Drake boy. The one they didn’t recover. The one who didn’t die—but didn’t escape, either.

He laughs like he’s trying to drown something. He smiles with too many teeth and talks to himself in riddles no one else can follow. And behind the greasepaint and the scars and the violet shadow of someone else’s madness… there was once a boy who loved maps and logic and riddles that had real answers.

He’s the one Gotham forgot how to mourn.

People say he changed the city. That when he came back wrong, Gotham did too. That he left it cracked down the middle, laughing and bleeding, and no one dared to glue it back together.

But he’s not the only ghost in town.

Because they say another came for him.

Not one of Gotham’s own. Not Crime Alley born, or Arkham-bound. A boy, if you could still call him that. This one came with wind in his lungs and frost at his heels. With a laugh that froze the river and eyes that could see every version of the city stacked on top of itself like broken teeth. Glowing blue and ancient-eyed, like someone who knew too much about love and death and the cruel ways they blur.

The ghost didn’t belong to Gotham. But he stayed for him.

They say Joker Junior didn’t run when the ghost found him. Didn’t scream. Didn’t hide. Just looked at the boy glowing in the sky like a neon omen and said: “God, you’re late. I was beginning to think I made you up.”

And Danny—because that’s what the children call him now, just Danny—grinned like a god who’d waited lifetimes and said: “I thought I was supposed to stop you.”

Now they move through Gotham like a storm and its shadow. One trailing riddles, chaos, and grinning violence. The other bending light and chill, and humming softly to the bones of the dead.

They don’t save people. Not the way the capes do.

But the monsters scatter when they’re near. The haunted buildings go quiet. And the kids who get lost in the dark come back changed—smiling like they know a secret.

Some say Danny pulls Tim back from the edge every night. Others say Tim is the only thing keeping Danny from becoming something godlike and cold.

Others still say they’re both already long gone—and what walks Gotham now are just what love leaves behind when it starts to rot beautifully.

But here’s the part they all agree on:

They’re in love.

Twisted, terrifying love. The kind that warps magic and makes death look romantic. The kind that turns ghost stories into gospel. The kind you want to stay away from—but can’t help watching when it passes.

And sometimes, on Gotham’s highest rooftops—clocktower, cathedral, the burned-out pier of the old amusement park—they’ll dance.

Tim in blood-slicked purple. Danny in frostbitten black. Laughing like the world’s about to end.

And maybe it already did.

Maybe they're all that was left.

This image shows the mid-infrared light emitted throughout the Pillars of Creation, captured by the James Webb Space Telescope. Many of the youngest stars give way to older and cooler ones, as well as the dense regions of gas and dust.

This region has historical significance for many in astronomy as a means to understand the intricacies of star formation. This region has also been observed in infrared by the Herschel Space Observatory and Spitzer Space Telescope, in X-ray by the Chandra X-ray Observatory, and, most notably, in both visible and near-infrared light by the Hubble Space Telescope (one of its most iconic targets).

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