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it's been around in this sentient form as majiks for at least a thousand years, and in the story's present 402 out of 3185 known majiks are "acquired" by witches:

in the whole world only 402 are with witches. once acquired, they take the form of a jewel:

there are 35 majiks in this panel:

Desscareas single-handedly holds at least 8.72% of all majiks in the entire world.

Dorsal view by the same photographer:

And from the side:

bonus/proof:

He is sore, tired, and just wanted to lay down. Sleep.

Plans changed, apparently, looking at the water. Taking measured breaths, he makes his way to his small bedroom, taking out all his vigilante stuff and packed them in a bag, thankfully dry. It was annoying, but what could he do?

Certainly not go back to the mansion.

With everything stored away, the bag was slightly overpacked, it didn't dether him as he returned to the hallway just as his landlord came. Others were already outside complaining about their own flats and Dick left for now, he would... handle this after he got rest.

Dick doesn't ponder long on who to call, not really. Jason is out of question, Bruce isn't even considered.

He didn't want to leave Bludhaven... which meant there really was only one option.

"Hey Danny? My flat got flooded, could I...—"

"I didn't even finish asking—"

"What—"

"Danny, I'll be over in... 10, thank you, really."

His coworker had an enthusiastic response to his request, Dick felt unbearably fond of it. Him.

—☆

Or, Danny is a Detective in Bludhaven that occasionally visits Gotham.

The thing is, Dick figured it out pretty quickly when he started working in Bludhaven, that Danny was genuine in his business.

Not corrupted, not bought, not fake.

Haley looks as if she's playing with air. Dick just thinks she's quirky. She sometimes looks at him strange when he plays with her. Looking at one place, or trying to get the air to play with a toy he was with her. Like a kid questioning why no one saw their imaginary friend.

Until he's given the Obol.

The shadows in Bludhaven seem deeper. Darker. There's low chatter, whispering at the back of his mind. He just wants to sleep. When he gets to the apartment, he climbs through his window. He didn't have his civilian clothes to switch to. They got stolen or something else.

He peels off his costume shoving it into a drawer. Sweat pants are the only thing he puts on afterwards, with the plan to take those off as well when he gets back to his room. But he wants to go get Haley and maybe a glass of water. Maybe a few bites of that store bought charcuterie that's in the fridge. Danny banned him from cooking when he burned box macaroni for the third time.

He's dead tired as he walks to the kitchen. He knows these walls blind, there's no point in having his eyes fully open. It isn't until he has two slices of cheese and a cracker does he realize the sounds in the living room sound strange.

"Hey, Danny? You said before that you love dogs. Ever had one?"

Dick tries to figure out if a suspicion of his is right.

"Uh, yeah? His name was Cujo. He was originally a puppy trained by an organization to act as a watch dog. He failed out of the program. Too playful. Wish you could have met him. He was so sweet. He was always ment to be a family dog. Not to say he was a bad guard dog. But, he was too smart for them. He chose who he would protect. Didn't see value in machines over people. They... Decided that he couldn't be decommissioned and in a home. He was, first and foremost, government property. He was put down. I didn't have a body to burry, since that was also government property."

"Oh. I'm- sorry for having you bring that up. That must have been traumatic for you."

What about the first time Dick sees Danny while holding the Obol? He's holding the thing to see Cujo, but tries not to hold it while Danny is around. Because if he was seeing a ghost dog, he knew himself well enough to not avoid petting them. And that would just look weird. The first time he actually looks at Danny, while having the Obol in his pocket, he's stunned. It's like looking at an image of an angel superimposed over the other man.

Dick, blinded by Danny's divinity: Yep. Just have something in my eyes.