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Danny would do anything, anything, to get a good night’s sleep and some freaking money. As much as he looooved- note the sarcasm- his minimum wage job that barely covered the cost of his tuition, he’s in desperate need of funds. If he had to survive on boxed Mac n’ Cheese, as good as it is, for another week, Danny might actually consider taking over the world.

Lo and behold, Gotham’s on brand shady ass pharmaceutical companies offered $500 to people who would trial their new sleep medication. Danny, being new to the city and desperate, had no idea that any medication not from Wayne Enterprises had a 70% chance of fatality and/or caused some horrible brainwashing side effect. To be fair… Danny couldn’t exactly get dead-er. Well, maybe his human side could die but it sure as hell wouldn’t be from a pill that didn’t contain blood blossoms.

So he took the plunge, and entered the trial. Oddly enough, they gave him the money first.

Danny shrugged, popped the pill in his mouth, and went home. After stopping by the grocery store to grab snacks, of course. After that… well, his mind went blank.

Which leads to now, as Danny blinked back into consciousness. He sat up from his wonderful couch and promptly did a double take.

Danny’s apartment was kind of bare before. Now? There’s new shelving- that he did not remember putting together mind you- and an assortment of random furniture cluttered around his studio.

The most damning, most bamboozling, part of his new surroundings were the fucking Gotham vigilantes tied up on his floor. They stared at him. Danny gawked back.

Jason calls Dick "Duckie" from time to time. Some people think it's a mock of Nightwing's eagle symbol.

if god doesn't exist how come I have this fucking picture of him?

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

squashes you :)

so i struggle with depression (shocking i know) and occasionally thoughts about being worthless and the like pop up, but i’ve come to a realization. its ok if history doesn’t remember me, its ok if i’m forgotten, because i know i am alive, and I’ll know i was.

i witnessed my own existence and experienced the world in my own way, and even if humanity forgets me, the universe will remember, and so will i. i created art, i laughed, i played games, i cried, i sang, i have provided comfort and received it. and i’m still young, i have plenty of time to continue doing so, and i will.