Dead on MAYn

A ghost led him to an abandoned building where hostages were being kept. They were friends with one of the hostages.

Danny didn't want reveal Phantom in Gotham so what better disguise than one of the Bats. Especially, when this new gang wanted to taunt Hood in particular. They thought they could gain an advantage over him in a gunfight while using the hostages as meat shields.

Danny liked Red Hood, he was his favorite of Gotham's Bats and Birds. The way he looks after his territory felt similar to his own days of protecting Amity Park.

He hid close by to keep an eye on the situation, Hood was certainly taking his time. Danny looked at the hostages, they seemed okay, taking things well with that Gotham grit.

Except one unconscious guy that was beaten up and tied up with extra rope. He was built like a tank and had black hair with a striking white patch in the front. There were some kids that had shuffled behind him. Was he injured trying to protect those kids?

Wait a minute! That was his kind, hot neighbor, Jason! He helped him carry his stuff to his new apartment.

Danny was getting nervous. Hood wasn't appearing and the gang leader was getting impatient, twirling his gun dangerously at the hostages.

So he made a decision. He shifted to look like Red Hood. He used his invisibility to quietly take out some goons.

Then when there was only the main cluster left he flew to a sky window and let his invisibility fall so it'll look like he came in threw the window. He let gravity take hold and stomped on the leader. While the goons were stunned he knocked them out with quick solid punches.

Danny turned to the hostages and oh, Jason was awake. He hurried to free them cause if they start asking he had no idea how Red Hood would answer and Danny "I'm not a ghost!" Fenton was a horrible actor. Better not to push his already terrible Fenton luck.

The ceiling windows shattered and Robin, Red Robin and Nightwing dropped in. It was silent for long tense moment, Danny could feel their intense stares.

"Who are you?" Nightwing growled and yup that was his que to leave.

He booked it. Nightwing and Red Robin gave chase leaving Robin to handle the hostages.

That led to his current situation, Red Robin and Nightwing had caught up to him and the next rooftop was too far for a normal human to realistically jump.

Danny had no choice but to jump and use his powers to escape. He smiled to himself, he couldn't help but tease some of Gotham's best.

He winked at the vigilantes and jumped of the roof instantly going invisible and shifting back to normal and flew away from the rooftop.

Jason sighed as he headed up to his apartment. What a awful day.

While walking to the grocery store saw bold fledgling gang trying to kidnap some alley kids. Woke up to see Red Hood beat up said gang and free the hostages. Nightwing and Red Robin chased him off and lost the copy cat. Dickwing wouldn't shut up about naming the copy cat Hoodwink. Demon brat called him a disappointment for getting ambushed. Got lectured by B.

Bruce tried to make a case to investigate this imitator which he absolutely shot down. He was going to investigate his own imitator fuck you very much. He didn't need other bats or birds stomping all over his turf and scaring off the imitator.

Jason had a gut feeling the copy cat wasn't out to drag his name into the mud.

When he reached his floor he saw his neighbor, Danny, trying to grabbing his keys to enter his apartment with grocery bags hanging off his arms.

Damn it, Jason thought, forgot to get groceries too.

Danny noticed him and waved happily at Jason. He really wasn't a local. But he seemed so earnest, that actually lightened his mood a little.

Danny's eyes widened as Jason got closer, noticing his bruises. "Oh! What happened? Do you need a first aid kit? An ice pack? I bought some frozen veggies like you suggested even though I'm fine with just eating burgers."

"It's called having a balanced diet, Danny."

"Never heard of her."

Concerning.

"…Anyway, thanks but I'm fine."

Danny seemed like he wanted to protest, must be the mid western hospitality but decided not to. He nodded and lifted a grocery bag with a smile. "Ok, but if you need anything I'm here. Even if its ice cream!"

Jason huffed a laugh, "thanks, I appreciate it." He's grateful he backed off, some of his family could learn a thing or two from Danny. He waved as he passed him and entered his own apartment.

Word: - Hunger - Humming - Facade - Outlaw - Jewelry - Shadows - Lost

Situation: - Danny stays up all night Reading out lod to Jason after Jason had a nightmare - Meeting for the first time at a worl-ending catastrophe - They end up hiding in the same closet - Danny fixes Red Hood’s gear. - Jason takes Danny to a gala. - Jason gets lost in the Ghost Zone and meets Danny.Red Hood rescues Danny from a fire(s) caused by Danny’s cooking.

Tropes: - “Book-toked” - GIW take Jason - Summonings - Blob ghosts and Jason - Stray/homeless Danny - Ghost Fange - Publicly “revived” Jason

Dialogue: - “I need to stop this hotdog revolution before it’s too late” - “Can’t patrol tonight, I have a date.” - “See, he was dead!” - “Bold of you to assume I plan anything.” - “I charge extra for that.” - “I should have stayed dead.” - “I know this looks super bad, but I am not a criminal.”

A small reminder at the end that all sort of fanworks are admissable, not just fanart and fic, for example: moodboards, playlists, fic rec lists, metas, really whatever you can think of.

Finally he reached the door with the right number. Juggling the box so he could balance it on one arm as he fished out the key he was glad of his ghostly strength or he would have surely toppled over with his two bags and the backpack slung over his shoulders and the way he kept being jostled. He inserted the key and the door reluctantly allowed him entry - he would have to oil it. He wondered when that had last happened, which immediately led into the thought whether his parents would remember to change the echo filter without him to do so.

Danny expected that when he went into the room and closed the door he could finally relax in what was to be his home for the foreseeable future, but that was not what happened. Danny froze in the doorway. Someone was already in the room.

Danny’s instincts screamed intruder. He tightened his fists, then consciously relaxed them. He was just high strung after the utter goat market outside, that was all. It was just his roommate.

His roommate, who was six feet tall and buff, turned around with a scowl. Danny grit his teeth at the thought of rooming with an unfriendly jock, he was not spending his college time getting pushed around, he’d had enough of that in high school.

He plastered on a fake smile that probably looked more like a sneer. “Hi, I’m Danny, you must be my roommate.” He held out a hand, he’d learned manners, but nothing could get him to say ‘nice to meet you’ right now.

It looked like it took his roommate just as much effort to school his features into neutrality as it took Danny and the way he looked at Danny with disdain twitching across his features made Danny want to bite him. He had to remind himself to breathe, because that was not a human response.

Finally his roommate took his hand with a simple “Jason” and predictably squeezed too hard. Danny matched him bit by bit, until finally they let each other go.

“I took the right side. Don’t touch my stuff,” Jason grumbled.

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And they were roommates...

I have plans for more of this, them being the roommates from Hell to each other, but this is what I managed for now.

Hood snorted, the sound ugly through the mask. “Yeah. Hurts like a mother too.”

“I’m sure.” The figure was a broad one—broader than Hood was maybe. It seemed like they filled up the entrance to alley. It wasn’t threatening though. In fact, they seemed almost hunched in on themselves. “I’ve got my bike close. I can give you a ride to wherever you need and completely forget where I’ve been after.”

“Yeah? Good at forgetting, are you?” Hood rasped.

“I’m a college student in the middle of finals, chances are I won’t remember this at all,” they said dryly.

“If you try anything, I can still kill you,” Hood pointed out.

“No doubt of that at all!” they said, way too cheerfully. “I’ll grab my bike and be right back.”

Hood let his head thump back against the wall. He gave it an eighty:twenty that guy would come back himself. Forty:sixty that they would try something on the way. Seventy:thirty that this would come back to bite him in the ass later. But his leg fucking hurt.

He could save himself some trouble now and later if he got dropped of at Leslie’s instead of a safe house. The clinic being somewhere Red Hood would shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. It would mean a lecture, though. And possibly some heat for Leslie.

He was pretty sure the knife didn’t hit anything vital.

Hood was just pulling out the last of the bandages he’d need with the person came back. The roar of a beast of a bike was the first hint, and then their shadow blocked the alleyway for a moment before they approached.

They were pretty nondescript. Unruly Black hair, slightly scruffy beard like they jut hadn’t had time to trip it up lately. They had on a hoodie under a worn leather jacket and jeans. It was only the bright turquoise eyes that really caught Hood’s attention.

“Time for the knife to come out? Let me help with the bandages while you do the pulling,” they said, still annoyingly cheerful.

“I could kill you with the knife,” Hood pointed out, just to be ornery.

The guy just snorted. “Sure, you could, but you wouldn’t. You’re the Red Hood and I’ve not fucked with anything on your nope list. Hell, the worst thing I’ve done this month is glared at a little old abuela because she was talking so loudly on her phone on the subway. Like, okay, you’re old, you’re look one sneeze away from scattering into dust, I’m sure there’s hearing loss, but spare the rest of us, you know?”

As they chattered, they took the bandages from Hood and then squatted down. And Jesus their thighs rivaled Hood’s. They made quite a sight down there at Hood’s feet like that.

Fuck, get a hold of yourself, Hood. So it’s been a long time, but this wasn’t the time.

Hood yanked the knife out with a bit back noise. The guy’s hands were there instantly, pressing the gauze down tightly for a little bit before wrapping it under the bandage. It was crude, but Hood just needed it to last to the safe house where he could clean it up properly.

He tossed the guy a wet wipe to clean up with and then took the trash and stowed it away to burn later. Then Hood pushed himself up off the wall, ignoring the offered hand, and limped towards the entrance of the alleyway.

The bike was impressive, even Hood had to admit it. His fingers itched a little to poke and prod at the beast. It was an old school hog, or a least that’s where most of it’s bit came from, but it was clearly a custom work in progress. It actually looked like it could support both of them too.

“He’s a looker, isn’t he?” the guy asked with a proud smile. “Not done yet, of course, but I’m working on it! Oh, I’m Danny.”

“Danny,” Hood repeated with a little nod. “He/him fine?”

Danny blinked in surprise at the consideration. “Yeah, good with me. Um, right, I know you know how to ride, just signal where you want me to turn and things.”

Hood gave a little nod, waited for Danny to climb on to his bike and put his helmet on, and then carefully settled behind him. The engine roared to life with a lovely purr and then they were of.

Danny didn’t try anything.

“I knew you were going to be a fucking problem,” Hood growled as he stalked across the roof to where Danny stood bashfully, as if he hadn’t just basically put up a bat signal to summon Hood.

Two out of three wasn’t bad.

-

“I mean, I didn’t show up at your house or anything!” Danny defended. “I just—look, we just need to talk.”

Hood crossed his arms. “Talk?”

“Or I’ll talk, and you can just listen! That’s fine too!” Danny said. “Look, so after I took you where you needed to go a few weeks ago I went home, showered, and crashed hard. But then I woke up and—look, I’m sorry for this, but you’re the one who got stabbed there!”

And then Danny started undoing his pants.

Which, what? Hood was pretty sure that he wasn’t dreaming this time. He focused on imagining a red ball to check if he was lucid dreaming.

Nope, nothing.

Danny was still pulling down his jeans over his very well toned thighs. And Jesus if Jason hadn’t been having dreams before—

“See?” Danny said. “I have a fresh scar right where you’ve been stabbed! And I haven’t done anything that could have given me it.”

There was indeed a pink, freshly healing scar on Danny’s legs, right where Hood had been stabbed. But Danny couldn’t be implying that.

“That’s one scar, it doesn’t prove anything,” Jason snapped even as he stepped closer.

Scar soulmates were one of the rarer types. Jason had never even considered having one. He had always thought empathy was mostly likely for him, with his moods. No one should have the scars that he had. No one should share his marks, not even a soulmate.

“It’s just one little scar, I know.” Danny yanked his jeans back up but didn’t bother fastening them before he pulled his shirt and hoodie up instead. An ugly, surgical Y crossed his chest. “But this one’s a little more distinctive.”

Jason stumbled back from Danny, hand pressed to his own chest.

Danny just stepped forward. “You had to have wondered where that came from. People don’t just get a scar like that.”

“What?”

“It’s—I was—”

Jason shook his head. “No, that’s my scar. I died.”

Danny paused. “What?”

“I died. And then I woke up in my coffin. I had that scar. I always assumed it was an autopsy scar…” but that didn’t make any sense, did it? Why would Bruce have let an autopsy happen? It was clear how Jason had died. And that how was revealing, too revealing. Why had Jason never thought of that before? Why had he assumed? “But… it’s not, is it. It’s yours?”

Danny nodded.

Anger surged through Jason, bubbled up like the growl in the back of his throat. He stalked forward. This time, Danny took a step back.

“Who did that to you?” Jason growled. He yanked Danny’s shirt back up and pressed his gloved fingers over the scar. “Who hurt you?”

“Well, you know, the usual. Shadowy government organization intent on studying me like a lab rat,” Danny said with an awkward chuckle.

Jason was going to get more information than that. He was going to find them and end them for what they had done to Danny. He was going to—

“Hood, breathe,” Danny said. “I’m okay now. I’m right here, aren’t I?”

Jason ran his fingers over Danny’s side and the round scar there. A bullet from his Robin days. Batman had been pissed after that one. Or was it worried?

“Can we—is there somewhere we can go to talk this over? I’m not… I’m not expecting anything from you,” Danny said in a way that already sounded heartbroken, “but I feel like we should at least talk about it, right?”

“Yeah.” Jason swallowed back his nerves and every part of him that wanted to wrap Danny up in his arms and never let go. “Yeah. Come on, I have a safe house close. We can talk there. We can talk about everything.”

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Danny, who always knew cause wow Jason has a lot of scars, patting Jason's back and very amused and flattered that Red Hood wants to go destroy the GIW for him. Maybe Danny will let him.

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