My Obsession is DpxDc

So I've seen each of the Trio individually as Half-Ghosts and the whole Trio as Half-Ghosts but I don't think I've ever seen Sam and Tucker becoming Half-Ghosts while Danny stays human?

But imagine.

Sam and Tucker are the ones who want to check out the Portal and in this universe they enter it instead of persuading Danny to do so. And luckily for them while they still do accidently active it they also because Half-Ghosts instead of dying.

Which is not ideal, especially since he wants to put some money aside incase his parents find out and things go south.

Not that he believes that they'd hurt him! Of course not, his parents love him. He just wants to be prepared, just in case.

Dog walking, tutoring, baby-sitting, and anything else is kinda out of the question with all the ghosts attacking him.

What about YouTube? He can make his own hours, choose what he wants to create.

Its not he has anything to loose.

And so the YouTuber KingPhantom posted his first video titled "What to do when your turkey fights back."

So his camera can't see ghosts.

Danny doesn't think of this as a problem—it's probably better for everyone that it's almost impossible to record good video of ghosts—and the camera can still pick up physical effects of high ectoplasm just fine, like the annual Thanksgiving War and the time the hotdogs organized a hostile takeover. Or his ice, if he isn't careful.

But there is at least one video where Danny sidesteps absolutely nothing only for a massive crater to get blown into the street behind him. Independent analysis of the impact by the Bats and the speedsters indicates that whatever did that would have hit him if he hadn't moved.

It happened! The cat distribution system finally chose me!

[Image of Danny sitting on his back porch with a large grey and brown furred feline with tufted ears laying on his lap]

Jazz-Fenton Commented: Oh my gosh! Danny get away from that thing!

Dash☆Baxter Commented: oh my Phantom fenton is gonna die rip i guess

Danny_Fenton Reply to Jazz-Fenton: But I was finally chosen. :( Look how sweet she is.

◇Tucker-Foley◇ Commented: Danny that is a Lynx! Not a cat! Get away from it!

Danny_Fenton Reply to ◇Tucker-Foley◇: Her >:(.

◇Tucker-Foley◇ Reply to Danny_Fenton: I'm sorry. Danny that is a Lynx! Not a cat! Get away from her*!

♡♡Paulina_Salgado♡♡ Commented: This is great. 3 days after graduating and Fenton is murdered by a bob cat

◇Tucker-Foley◇ Reply to ♡♡Paulina_Salgado♡♡: Lynx.

♡♡Paulina_Salgado♡♡ Reply to ◇Tucker-Foley◇: don't care

XxSam-MansonxX Commented: Yes she's very pretty Danny, but she is NOT A HOUSE CAT. GET BACK IN THE HOUSE!

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Okay so I named her Vela and brought her in the house. I was looking her over and she has a few ticks but no fleas! I think shes kinda on the older side, but she was so nice for her bath and actually seemed to love the warm water. I don't have any cat food so I gave her the fish I bought earlier. Made a vet appointment for tomorrow, and now I'm gonna go buy a bunch of supplies for her. Do you think a crystal decorated collar is too gaudy?

Jazz-Fenton Commented: [facepalm gif]

XxSam-MansonxX Commented: [facepalm gif]

◇Tucker-Foley◇ Commented: [facepalm gif]

Danny_Fenton Reply to Jazz-Fenton, XxSam-MansonxX, ◇Tucker-Foley◇: You're right, I should go with pearls.

Wes×Weston Commented: This is amazing.

Danny is retired and moving to Gotham. Ever since becoming half-ghost he’s not aging as fast. He could claim baby face all he wants but staying at the same height he was in freshman year is started to get noticeable after everyone else had their growth spurts by graduation. Of course there’s always a chance it’ll happen in collage age but Danny’s not about to stay in Amity long enough for anyone to find out.

Ghosts don’t really care about real-world money unless it’s part of their aesthetic. Being gifted things around your death day can help with the pain, he got a ton of space things from the realm. Kinda like a ghost birthday. Things that were discontinued, were only ideas in the real world, are impossible to make or incredibly rare.

Danny decided to buy one of the many empty shops or wearhouses in Gotham and fill it with everything themed he’s got over the years.

If he spends way too much time painting the walls and ceiling black to paint with glow in the dark materials who’s to judge! It takes a while till he opens it but he’s not sure how to totally advertise his store that doesn’t sell anything he realizes. It’s just a space themed space for his own satisfaction. Not really a real business…

Not that he needs to make profit to keep it up. He has a million treasure hoards nobody cares about in the ghost zone. A ‘sea of gold’ is a common thing to see. Any ridiculous saying or figure of speech probably exists in the ghost zone somewhere.

It’d be too weird to walk around asking kids to come hang around, even if he still looks like a kid himself. He ages like 1 year every 5 years! It’s a pain. He also feels like he can’t ask any adults walking around, like ‘hey come to my building, I don’t sell anything but it looks like space.’

They’re totally gonna think he’s a new rouge with a theme and pepper spray him. What kind of dilemma…maybe he should just make little paper stars and hand them to people for no reason. He hasn’t tried out glow in the dark paper yet, how cool would that be.

Eventually, maybe people will start talking and ask around. At least a couple people will see him walk back to his building and want to take a peek inside.

Holy ancients, this is social anxiety marketing to the max. In Amity he was expected to be a Fenton, weird, unpredictable. To be fair most people in Amity are weird for living there but people in Gotham just scare him. Even the animals here have juked him out on multiple occasions…pretty sure they’re mutated specifically for Gotham.

Right so, Danny has about a million identical paper stars to make and sprinkle around and give to people. The stack of glow in the dark paper he gets is abysmal, it like having a night light in the room when he turns everything off.

M'ari, walks up to him curiously: What are you drinking?

Danny, taken off gaurd by the random child: Uhh...

M'ari: Because it kinda looks like Uncle Jason's blood. Are you a vampire?

Danny: Yes.

M'ari: Oh. Did you get permission to drink that blood? If not that means you're a bad guy.

Danny: I got permission, only weird fruitloops don't get permission.

M'ari, nods seriously: That's good, cause then I'd have had to beat you up. And I like your star hoodie, and I wouldn't want to accidentally ruin it.

Danny: You a hero then?

M'ari: No, Daddy and Mommy are heros though, and that means I'll be a hero one day too.

Danny: Got your whole life figured out huh kid?

M'ari: *proudly nods*

Danny: So where are-

M'ari: Is your skin sparkly because you're a vampire?

Danny: Sparkly?

M'ari: Yeah! It looks like snow when its in the morning and its all glittery.

Danny, snorts: No thats because I have use ice powers.

M'ari: Really?!

Danny: *crouches down and puts his drink down. He holds out his palm, and it starts glowing blue before a glittering blue ice sculpture in the shape if a star materializes in his hand, followed by small ice droplets that turned it into a necklace.*

M'ari: Pretty!

Danny: Tell ya what, you tell me how to contact your parents to come get you, and you can have it.

M'ari: I know Daddy's phone number!

Danny: That'll work.

*one phone call with a panicked father later*

Dick: M'ari!

M'ari: Hi Daddy! Look the Mall Vampire made me a necklace! Hey will it melt?

Danny: Not unless I will it to kid.

Dick: You scared the stars out of me Princess! I turned around and you were just gone! You can't do that!

M'ari: But I was bored, and you walk away from Uncle Tim when you're bored.

Dick: Ah well thats different-

Danny: *snorts but tries to cover it by taking a sip of his drink*

Dick: Thank you for holding her attention long enough to contact me.

M'ari: The Mall Vampire is cool! He knows more about the stars and planets than Mommy does.

Dick: Mall Vampire?

Danny: *smiles at him, showing off his sharper canines*

Dick, pales: Right! Well Granpa is waiting for us M'ari! Thanks for the help sir, goodbye.

M'ari: By Mr. Mall Vampire. *waves excitedly over Dick's back*

Danny: *lazily waves back*

Jason: yes? I'm assuming you're 'mall vampire'?

Danny: *snorts* yes. I need you to pretend that you gave me some of your blood, so that I could drink it. It's to freak out your older brother. .

Jason: *thinks back on Dick stealing the last powdered donut three days ago*

Danny loves his friends, they have been with him since they were little and they have experienced too many things together, things that have helped them grow, things that only strengthen their friendship. Because Sam and Tucker were everything to him, as he was everything to them.

But at the same time, Danny could admit that he hated his friends; not always, but there were times where they wouldn't stop fighting, where they forced him to choose. The halfa could understand, Sam and Tucker had different world views, they saw different things and occasionally Danny thought they only got along because of him.

That was okay, he learned to live with them, to be the center of their arguments. And when they moved from Amity to Gotham, when they decided to rent an apartment together and go to the same college (which miraculously had all their majors), he thought everything would be fine.

It was idiotic of him. Because at the time he could only see a repeat of what had happened in high school; Sam was having a protest about the cafeteria menu and Tucker had organized the meat lovers (again), and the halfa knew how it was all going to end.

The point is, Danny was tired of repeating the same cycle, a cycle that apparently included Waylon and Poison Ivy fighting in the cafeteria at his new college (and how the hell did his friends manage to get the Rogues of Gotham into their fights?), so when he saw the people in bat suits he exploded.

When Sam and Tucker turned to ask his opinion he shook his head, pointed at Lunch Lady, who had her arms crossed and decided it wasn't his problem before disappear. Literally, no matter if half of Gotham was calling him meta, he was tired.

Red Robin gawked at him before turning his attention to Lunch Lady, who was gathering all the meat around her to form a giant meat monster. And Danny decided it wasn't his problem.

Danny wondered why he thought anything would be any different.  He sometimes wondered if the only reason Sam and Tucker hung out was because of him.  They two had started the same argument they did in freshman year, basically the day after he died!  Danny didn’t know why he expected anything different to happen. 

He thought that maybe by moving away from Amity and all the stress from highschool would help.  He thought that maybe if they moved to a city with its own heroes, they wouldn’t have to do anything or worry.  He thought that maybe they would be able to have a normal college experience.  But of course, his damn Fenton luck caused this.  

The fight had escalated, there was no coming down from this.  He was exhausted and couldn’t deal with this.  His ghost sense went off and he almost cried, too tired to put up with anything.  He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder.  “Don’t worry love.  I’ll take care of these troublemakers.  Interrupting lunch…those hooligans…”  Lunch Lady said.

When Sam and Tucker turned to him, asking his opinion, he glared, eyes flashing green.  He stood up with his bag.  He pointed and they turned, spotting Lunch floating there, drumming her fingers on her arm, glaring.  Danny then disappeared, leaving the cafeteria and going ghost, flying off.  Sam and Tucker looked at one another and back to Lunch.  “Shit…”  They said.  

“You should all be ashamed for interrupting lunch!  Lunch is sacred!”  She yelled, raising her arm as meat surrounded her.

Sam and Tucker quickly dodged the meat she launched, years of practice giving them a leg up.  They had to find Danny.  “What the heck is that?!”  Poison Ivy yelled, blocking the meat with a plant.  

Nightwing dodged, as did Red Robin.  Sam and Tucker chose to leave, running off to search for Danny.  “Hey wait!  You know her!  What is she?!”  Red Robin yelled.

Sam and Tucker ignored him, leaving the cafeteria.  Lunch glared at the two of them but refocused on the people in front of her.  Some students kept eating in peace so she gave them a cookie for their troubles.  They thanked her.  

Danny landed on a building, switching back to human form.  He sighed and sat down, pulling out his laptop and notebook.  Might as well get something done while he stayed away.  His phone was buzzing but he ignored it.  His ghost sense went off.  He looked up.  A cookie appeared in front of him.  He smiled, taking it from the air in front of him.  He felt something ruffle his hair.  He chuckled and began to munch on the cookie.  

Red Robin and Nightwing were trying to deal with the meat monster.  Ivy and Waylon ran, leaving the two vigilantes to handle the problem.  They called in assistance, the fight having moved outside.  They couldn’t even touch the woman.  Nothing they did worked.  It just went through her.  She glared, slapping Nightwing with a steak.  She grabbed Red Robin around the ankles with sausage, throwing him across the street. 

Signal was the first to show up to assist and he was rightfully confused.  A flying, somewhat transparent woman with the ability to control meat was attacking.  That checks out.  Just a normal day in Gotham.  She was bright as well, a strange glow in his vision.  Batman showed up next, equally confused.  Nothing they did worked at all.  The woman just got angrier, yelling about them disrupting lunch, how food fights were not allowed.  “If food fights aren't allowed then what are you doing?!”  Red Hood yelled as he arrived.

She instantly threw a whole turkey at him, sending him crashing to the ground.  Batman helped him up.  They were all covered in meat juice at this point, the ground slippery.  Civilians were confused and scared.  How were they supposed to beat something they couldn’t even hit?!

Sam and Tucker were looking for Danny, frantic.  The boy just vanished and they realized their mistake.  They had promised each other they wouldn’t do this anymore, they wouldn’t pull Danny into their arguments, they wouldn’t have arguments.  Or at least they wouldn’t let them escalate to where they did.  But they did, and Danny ran off.  “I think I found him!”  Tucker said, holding his PDA.

They were lucky that Tucker saved his ecto signature in the PDA.  They began to go to the location.  The dot moved.  They paused.  They scowled at it.  Danny probably saw them coming and was still annoyed.  They didn’t blame him.  They had been trying to text him and call him, but he didn’t respond.  They heard a noise behind them and turned around, spotting Danny sitting on a ledge, leg dangling, eyes glowing slightly, an unimpressed look on his face.  “Danny…”  Sam started.

“Ah.  If you are going to ask me whose side I’m on, you can go ahead and shut up.  I’m so tired of this.”  Danny said, holding up his hand.

“Look dude.  We are so sorry…”  Tucker said.

“You always say that!  Yet shit like this keeps happening!  I sometimes wonder if you two even like each other!  You're always fighting and I can’t take it anymore!”  Danny cried, pulling on his hair.  

They both realized just how stressed he looked.  The boy had been walking on eggshells and finally broke one.  He was just so tired.

“I don’t want another empty apology.”  Danny said.

“Then we will give you a promise.  We promise to never, ever drag you into our arguments.  We promise to make sure they never end up like this.”  Sam said, taking Danny’s hands.

“We promise to do better with not having these arguments in the first place.”  Tucker added, putting a hand on Danny’s shoulder.

Danny smiled.  He could take improvement.  He could take work in progress.  He hugged the two of them.  His eyes widened.  “You two left Lunch to terrorize the vigilantes…”  He said.

“Fuck…we did.”  Sam said.

Danny facepalmed, white rings traveling him as he switched into ghost form.  He sighed, running a hand through his white hair.  “I’m just gonna go tell her to knock it off.”  Danny said, floating up.

Sam and Tucker nodded as Danny flew off.  

The bats were at a loss for what to do.  The floating meat controlling lady was causing chaos.  Ham and steaks layed on the street as she continued to attack them.  They didn’t know what to do.  All of a sudden a green blast of energy shot the arm of meat that was coming down at them.  “Hey Lunch, knock it off please?  I really don’t want to do this.”  An echoing voice said.

Lunch Lady looked up at the floating boy.  She smiled and floated up to him.  She handed him a cookie, patting his head.  She opened a portal and went through, leaving the floating boy.  He looked at the heroes, cookie in hand.  “Seriously?  Aren’t you guys like, professionals?  How could you not deal with her?  She was my first opponent, and she wasn’t even trying.  She was just upset.”  The flying glowing boy said, white hair blowing in a wind that wasn't there.

She accidentally got the attention of a small GIW branch in the middle of nowhere, probably a prison or containment unit, and they hunted her straight into the town she managed to find.

They also used their weapons on her. Their weapons...tuned for Danny. Her template.

Dani is down an arm and a leg, powers on the fritz because of the weapons they shot her with, sprawled in the middle of the road while horrified onlookers scream, with the GIW agents bearing down on her.

She closes her eyes and braces, and hopes it's at least less painful than melting. The adrenaline has already numbed the pain of losing two limbs, and she's grateful for that, but she's not sure it'll be enough to stand up to...well. Getting shot over and over again.

But nothing happens.

The screams slowly die down, and a hush falls over the area. The air itself seems to go still

She peeks open her eyes, and the GIW agents are still and tense, staring at something behind her. The people on the street still look scared, but now they look scared in a different way.

It's a struggle, but she manages to turn her head to see what stopped the GIW in it's tracks.

She's expecting Danny, or one of his rogues. Maybe even Vlad, in her wildest dreams.

What stands behind her, though, is none of them.

There are four people, all wearing similar outfits, not saying a word as they stare down the GIW with red hot glowing eyes.

She thinks she recognizes some of them, but the blood-loss is catching up.

The last thing she thinks before she passes out is that she really, really hopes she didn't hallucinate being saved by the Supergirl, cuz that would be really cool.

Alfred Pennyworth will be the first to admit that he tends to be a little too lenient on Bruce.

Ever since he came across the young boy covered in his parents' blood, the once bright, hopeful light in his eyes was dead, and a burning vengeance that set everything around him ablaze, Alfred could not find it in himself to deny him anything.

Bruce was fragile in a way that many wouldn't understand, not unless they had seen plenty of fellow soldiers fall apart slowly over the years. Alfred knew so many who physically came back from the battlefield with him, but they died on that field all the same.

Also, I think him being younger than Bruce? Or seeming younger to those who don't know? Hilarious. Adds a level to the way the batkids will respond. Especially if Danny is showing off that Ghost King wealth. Alfred being showered in gifts Bruce would think are a bit much this early in a relationship.

Batkids impressed and appalled. Like damn Alfie, good going! But also, really! He can't be any older than B!!! For shame! You old dog you!

Follow to the Damian revenge one, Damian isn’t the only one to make attempts on Tim’s life. How does Dan react to the knowledge of Jason’s attempts, the Council of Spiders/Widower, Daughter of Acheron, and Joker?

Answer:

Tim tells Dan everything and Dan tells Tim everything; for such an obsessive, odd, and borderline disturbing relationship, being honest with each other is something they strangely excel in

There’s no secrets between either one of them, and while this is makes for great communication skills, it also makes for either one of them to decide to go on strange quests for vengeance in the other’s name. Tim gave Vlad’s business hell to go through during tax season, Dan spent time haunting the Justice League for not believing him when Bruce was stuck in the timestream, and so on

Quests of vengeance weren’t a new thing for them, it was practically their love language; which is why Dan had a list. A list of people who had hurt Tim that he planned on making their lives (and afterlives) hell.

And he was ready to start crossing names off

~~~~

Jason

Dan knew that Tim had forgiven Jason for Titan’s Tower a long time ago and the two were even on good terms as of now; but Jason had still hurt Tim, and Dan wasn’t going to let that slide. It just meant he’d have to go easier on him than he had originally planned.

But not too much.

Jason woke up to everything in his apartment moved an inch to the right, spent the rest of the day fixing it, then came back from an errand to find it now all moved an inch to the left.

His guns were covered in glitter, his helmet was hot pink and shimmered, and every single one of his safe houses had been repainted bright neon green.

And let’s not forget the Joker green hair dye in his shampoo, either.

And he knew exactly who did it.

“I thought we were chill!” Jason threw his hands up as Dan sat on his (now clawed and ripped up) couch, eating the last bag of Doritos and wiping his orange hands on the wall, “We were grave buddies!”

Dan just held direct eye contact as he put another slash into the couch

“What the hell!?”

“You attacked my haunted moonlight at Titan’s Tower,” Dan’s forked tongue flickered out to lick the remaining cheesy dust off his hands, “Now I attack your home,”

“I had pit madness!”

“And I ate my godfather, but you don’t see me blaming my lack of humanity for that!”

“You—“ Jason faltered, “Wait a minute you ate someone—?”

Dan went invisible and left the Red Hood to his mess of apartment, his core singing happily for avenging his love as he did so

~~~~

Council of Spiders/Widower

Dan calmly ate popcorn as he watched an army of venomous, immortal, and aggressive ghost spiders attack the Council, relishing in the screams the members let out as waves upon waves of spiders devoured them whole.

One of the glowing green spiders crawled on Dan’s leg and up his ghost form’s body until it was perched on his shoulder.

The Dark Phantom grinned as he handed the spider a piece of popcorn, “Good job, Henry,”

Henry, King Arachnid and Lead Devourer, let out a confident, amused chirp as he ate his popcorn.

~~~~

Daughter of Acheron

Dan hummed a little tune to himself as streamed to dead woman’s intestines around the cave he’d killed her in, decorating it in his own, morbid way.

“Isn’t this lovely?” He told her bloody, cracked skull, “Maybe I’ll bring Tim here for our next anniversary!”

The dead woman did not respond, as her soul was currently being used as Cerberus’ chew toy for all eternity courtesy of Dan and Hades’ odd little friendship.

(Persephone had become fond of Tim and he, the two of them visiting the couple regularly for tea and gardening lessons. And, well, if Persephone liked them, then so did Hades—he really was a sucker for his wife).

~~~~

Joker

Dan watched with great joy as he dangled Joker over a vat filled with ghostly crocodiles who had developed a taste for human flesh due to Dan’s extensive training with them.

“You’re an odd little thing!” Joker laughed, though his eyes gave his fear away, “We could be quite the duo, you and I!”

“No thanks,” Dan’s grin was predatory, “My loyalty lies with my cursed treasure, and you have crossed him; and therefore you have crossed me.”

He let go of the ankle he held the Joker by and watched with great amusement as the man was torn to peaces, his core flickering with the warmth of vengeance.

Question courtesy of @descriptivepessimism-daa !!!

Hope you enjoy this!!!!

One of those soulmate aus where you have the last words your soulmate says to you written on you.

Each time Danny goes to his Phantom form, he technically dies.

Someone is very confused about why their soulmate would decide to say "I'm going ghost" on their deathbed.

"Whoops"

"Watch this!"

"Guess that's the end for me"

"Guess I'll die"

"What's that?"

Whoever has Danny as their soulmate just has this ever increasing list winding around their body in a rainbow of colors

Either that or they have a single phrase just randomly contorts and changes colors and words but stays in the same spot

"How far do you think i can kick this bucket"

"Technically the radiation is only at the bottom of the pool so"

"The femur's tough to break, good job!"

"I may have gotten too silly this time"

"Happy birthday grimace!"

"Is that a brick?"

"Mum this tastes different, did you put anything different in it?"

"Who's Joe?"

"When you say 'predatory', how predatory do you mean?"

"AAH BOXY WHAT THE FUCK"

"Hey Vlad, ever tried 'updog'?"

"YOLO"

"YEET"

"Dude, seriously, I have a test tomorrow"

Tim had always hated the idea of soul marks, he thought they where cruel, you would never know if someone was truly your soulmate until you lost them forever. Some people spent their entire lives convinced they where soulmates only to find out they weren’t when their partner died.

Frankly if his soul mark didn’t mention a portal Tim would have probably just ignored it. But no Tim’s natural curiosity got the better of him which caused Tim to research portals at length, trying to find out what could kill his soulmate.

Everything changed one day when Tim felt the sharp pain coming from his soul mark. A pain he knew meant his soul mate had just died. Tim tried not to let it bother him, he continued patrol as usual, and went to bed that night refusing to even look at his mark and it’s fading color.

What Tim was not expecting when he finally gained the courage to look at his fading soul mark was a new set of words “anyone know how I did that cause I don’t”. Tim had heard of this phenomenon happening, it was becoming more and more common as medical technology advanced. The appearing of a new soul mark was believed to mean there soulmate had been brought back to life. Those that had a soul mate resuscitated where believed to be lucky, now they knew at what time their soulmate died which made them much easier to track. Some countries even had laws that required people who came back to life to be put on a registry with their time of death and final words so there soulmates could find them.

Tim was one of the lucky ones and despite not living in one of those countries he had access to the bat computer and death wish coffee, time to find his soul mate.

….

Tim had looked through the reports of everyone who had been died when he felt his mark burn. None of the last words matched. Maybe his soul mate was revived outside of a hospital, maybe he was in an area without hospitals. Tim even contemplated his soul mate not being on this planet. Tim was about to see if there was some kind of galactic registry of soul marks when he felt his mark burning again.

Tim’s soulmate had just died, twice in the same week. Tim scrambled to look at his mark. “Okay so if I do this I shou-“ was now branded on his skin. Before Tim had a chance to let the words sink in the burning returned and the words ripples green before his eyes. “So you really think a catch phrase will help me not -“.

…

Tim hasn’t known it at the time but this was just the beginning. Somehow his soul mate was dying and coming back to life multiple times a day. Most often his soul mates dying words where “Going Ghost” but other times, well they just got weird.

Tim has taken to photographing his soul mark ever time it changes, hoping to find some kind of pattern. He even made a scrapbook out of his favorites and the ones he considered most bizarre.

Some where mundane

“Whoops”

“Watch this!”

“Bet you I can”

Some where humorous

“Look a distraction”

“Who you gonna call”

“Happy Birthday Grimace”

Some where confusing

“All right Wes if you really want to know”

“Damn it Boxy I have a test tomorrow”

“Because of the three of us I am the only one who speaks Purple Backed Gorilla”

And some where just concerning

“That should not bend that way!”

“Did you just fucking SHOOT me?!”

“Oh shit, not this guy again”

…

Needless to say Tim was concerned about his soulmate. Whomever they where they died and revived more times than a comic book character. If it wasn’t for how short the time between deaths there were (current record was 6.2 seconds), Tim would think the Lazarus Pits were involved (he checked during his world tour of League of Assassins bases).

When Tim finally tracked down his soulmate he wound wrap the idiot in the strongest bubble wrap he could find and lock them in his secret Red Robin Cave (no Bart, it was not his secret lair for when he finally joined the dark side) where nothing could ever harm them so they would stop dying already.

Damn, Tim did not have time for this, he had to interviews for the new WE position, luckily Tam agrees to let him have them at his favorite coffee shop. Then he had to meet some relative of Jason’s lover, check out Duke’s new classmate who he thinks is a meta, help Damian track down a weird animal he saw, go to this goth circus with Dick, and all the other things his family tricked him into doing while he was sleep deprived.

My contributions so far are:

I wonder what this big red button does

If I had a nickel for every time a girl I had a crush on turned into a dragon and I had to fight her id have two nickels

Im sure he was bluffing, see!

Now I just have to keep Vlad from killing Dad!

Not now Sam, My hellhound needs a walk

Cujo I will play with you if you agree not to eat my homework

Im borrowing mom and dads shrink ray!

Wolf accidentally tore a semi-permanent hole into out dimension again and I gotta go help him fix it

Oh, nuclear launch codes

You're the one who's been making all those children disappear?!

Thats a lot of snakes

Thats a really big spider

Im sure its perfectly safe

Fairies aren't real, its just a ring of mushrooms

Dont make me get the garlic count chocula

Is that a ninja?

"What is with people and mind control?"

"DAMN IT JAZZ! PUT THE GUN DOWN!"

"So when you say 'death ray' is that literal or-"

"Once again Vlad, I won't be your son!"

"I'm not interested in being adopted."

"What part of 'mum's not interested' do you not understand?"

"So you put the wire here?"

"Why is it always clowns?"

"You can keep you're creepy basement to yourself."

"I know Judo!"

"I am armed and dangerous."

"When you say poisoned..."

"Vivisection? Been there done that."

"I rate this experience a 0 out of 10."

"Eh maybe a 5, you're getting there."

"Now that's a 2 gotta put more 'bleh' into it."

"You want me to jump into that? Okay."

"...You know the saying, 'who died and made you king'?"

"Is this the 'Year of the Cults' or something?"

Jason gets his hands on it.

He thought it would be a wonderful source of blackmail, but now he has concerns.

The book is full of annotated quotes accompanied by dates, times, and handwriting analysis. It doesn't have any notes about the writer’s vernacular other than tallying how many memes get used.

Baby bird always struggled with literary analysis. Time for Jason to offer his assistance.

"Hey Tim, did you ever think of consulting the Linguist in the family "

"Bet you i can fly around the whole world in 20 seconds flat"

"Oh.. ive been impaled"

"Did you know i can just take my head off. Whenever?"

"Dude can a guy just enjoy a milkshake! Just once please!"

"FRUITLOOP!"

"Jazz! The hotdogs are revolting! .. again!"

"I live and die for chaos"

"Boo"

" you really need to get a cat vlad"

" im gonna go watch the meteor shower From space"

“Oh why the fuck is the sky green again”

“If you eyeballs don’t stop popping up in my closet and trying to make me ghost king-”

“Wait, no, DaNI nOt ThE FaCE”

“i swear to aragon’s smelly dragon toenails if someone tries to use the nasty burger sauce as an explosive again i will LOSE IT”

“SORRY JAZZ CAN’T STAGE AN INTERVENTION IF I’M DEAD LMAO”

“i can’t believe hiding things in the walls backfired on me.”

“everybody do the flop-”

“FOR THE LAST TIME SKULKER I’M NOT GONNA LET YOU SKIN ME”

“hey remember when my evil future self tried to kill us all?”

“Oh, buddy, if you’re not scared of me, you should be.”

“oop, ‘scuse me, gotta go eldritch terror for a mo’“

“ah fuck i knew i should have made it more difficult to summon me”

“alright who the fuck is john constantine and why does he owe me his soul like twenty times over?”

“ooh, a gecko- shit, fUCK NOT A GECKO NOT A GECKO”

“i need to start charging for rescuing people from liminal spaces.”

“jesus fuck those are big teeth”

"Oh hey Fruitloop I thought you were-"

"No Cujo I can't play right now"

"Oh look. The vultures are back."

"Shit shit shit I thought I fixed that"

I feel that Tim is crazy enough to purposely stop his heart and have it restarted just to chew out his soul mate for all the shit he put him through.

Danny has had the words "please stop dying" since he was a kid. Before the accident it seemed very concerning. But at one point at his start of his Phantom career, he realizes with his friends that his soulmate's probably seen a bunch of phrases in their wrist by now. That's what pushes him to start using puns. To try to calm his soulmate.

During a live interview, Tim winces, and the interviewer immediately realizes what it means and offers condolences. Tim shakes his head.

"Nah, it's fine. They die all the time."

"...Excuse me?"

"They die. Over and over again. Their record is 6.2 seconds between deaths."

"How?"

"I wish I knew."

"What does it say now?"

Tim shows them. The camera zooms in on Tim's soulmark, which says "Testing testing, 1 2 3."

The interview continues, but then Tim winces again and he checks the soulmark. It changes on camera to "Holy shit, that worked. My soulmate is Tim Drake."

Tim's jaw drops, and he quickly covers it. He refuses to let anyone see it until the interview is over and he can look at it again in private.

At the next Rich Person Event™ Lex tries to question Tim about his soulmark because what does it mean if Lex's soulmark changes too?

Lex had never given much thought to his soul mate. Lionel had drilled into Lex from an early age that soul mates where a weakness men of business should not have, that Lex could not have. It was easy to convince himself that Lionel was right whenever he saw his soul mark “Aaah! Bogus!” Whomever uttered that as their final words was obviously not worth Lex’s time.

Lex felt almost relieved when he felt his soul mark burn, at least now he wouldn’t have the weakness of a soul mate for his competitors to try and use against him. Unfortunately for Lex is appeared his soul mate was resuscitated shortly after and his mark changed. Lex found “I refuse to die in a place like this” much more preferable to his previous mark, though he did find it odd that his mark seemed to slowly fade over time, perhaps his soul mate was dying, how tragic, anyway-

Little over two years elapsed before Lex thought of his soul mate again. Once more his mark burned,once more Lex breathed a sigh of relief and once more the mark changed. “I refuse to be weak” was now engraved on Lex’s skin, now much more vibrant than it had been since it first changed.

Lex thought little of it, people where revived from the dead everyday, perhaps his sickly soulmate died during life saving surgery and was brought back, not that Lex cared about his soulmate. But the mark kept burning, kept changing, the words etched on his skin changed nearly everyday, this was not normal.

Lex did his best to ignore his soul marks peculiarities just as he planned on ignoring its existence when he was a child but he couldn’t help but note some of the phrases that decorated his skin.

“Cheese and Crackers!”

“Oh I think you’ll soon find I get everything I want”

“Do we have a deal”

Lex finally got some answers to what was going on with his soulmate the day his mark changed to “Imagine my surprise when I find you, the second ghost hybrid his foolishness created”

Ghost hybrid? What did that mean? And how exactly did you create one? Lex tried to shake these questions out of his head, soulmates always brought trouble and they could betray you in the end. He knew the second he heard his mothers final words and found them written on his father her killer’s skin.

So Lex did what he did best when it came to his soul mate, he ignored them, he knew it would hurt less to never meet his soulmate than to be inevitably betrayed by them.

Lex through all his attention into strengthening LexCrop and convincing the public that Superman could not be trusted. An alien with no connection to earth should not have that kind of power, perhaps if Superman was a human things would be different but if Lex couldn’t count on the loyalty of a soulmate, he was not going to trust the loyalty of a random alien to a planet not his own.

Lex would have kept on ignoring his soulmate until that blasted Drake had to reveal his own soulmate was dying and reviving regularly, that Drake’s soulmates ability to die on command meant they could communicate with each other, that they could find each other.

Lex blamed Drake because his own soulmate had apparently gotten inspired or at least was annoyed into doing this because when Lex looked at his mark the next morning.

“Fine if it will get you to stop bugging me I’ll do it, Hello my name is Vlad Masters and I am your soulmate, happy now?”

Tim's soul mark was bright pink,

"You have to find me, too, wink emoji."

Dick had always tried to imagine what led up to his soul mate's last words when he was younger until Jason died and left him filled with a sense of shame.

"Over my dead body, that's my baby brother."

The script of the letters were jagged shifting between black, dried blood, and a firey, blazing red at certain points. The letters looked as snarled out on his skin as he was sure they would sound coming from his soul mate's mouth.

Even when Jason came back, Dick refused to dwell on his words again. At his age Dick had resigned himself to the fact that he would probably never meet his soul mate before he lost them and as he sat with his family in the manor watching a live government broadcast of a pursuit he was horrified that he was right.

A young woman stood blocking the path of the white SUVs with long red hair pulled into a tight ponytail, a teal headband holding back bangs. Her sharp teal eyes narrowed with rage and her fingers curled around a pair of batons almost reminiscent of Dick's own escrima sticks. She stood straight backed and tall in her black flats, dress slacks, and teal blouse as the agents ordered her to stand aside. The woman's face twisted into a sneering and before she even began to speak he knew.

"Over my dead body," She snarled taking a step forward towards the agents and the guns they leveled at her. A twitch of her fingers and the batons she held crackled with green lighting. "That's my baby brother."

Dick let out a wounded cry as they shot her down as he watched it happen live on the TV.

~*~*~

Jason used to fantasize that his soul mate's last words were about him when he was young and stupid and thought that kind of thing would be romantic. Then he'd died. Then he came back. Now he prayed they they had nothing to do with him because there was nothing romantic about it.

Wish granted. He thought staring numbly at the screen with a burning arm, breathe stuttering and stuck in his chest.

"You'll have to go through me." The scrawny, tiny black boy had said in a firm, measured tone on live TV with a grim look on his face as he'd rapidly tapped away at the PDA in his hands without looking at it. A fleet of drones had assaulted the government SUVs and damaged them but the kid -man- had challenged them to run him down with their vehicles and they had.

~*~*~

Steph and Cass loved each other but they'd always known they weren't really soul mates. Steph had already died, even if she'd been resuscitated afterwards, and her last words didn't match Cass's mark. They'd decided they didn't care.

It looked like their soul mates might have felt the same.

On the screen there was a young female vigilante dressed in red riding a hoverboard with a gun wielding goth girl balanced behind her.

"How dare you attack my fellow hero?!" The red dressed vigilante had shouted at the agents on screen before taking a shot directly to the face.

Those had been Cass's words.

Cass had gone utterly still and silent beside her and Steph sobbed as she watched the goth girl -they both loved purple- roll out of the line of fire screaming at the agents for shooting her girlfriend. She hadn't said Steph's words yet but it felt almost inevitable now.

Steph's heart was cracking in her chest.

The goth girl's fun was shot out of her hands.

"Stand down." The agents commanded the young woman on screen. She glared back at them in disdain like they were less than the asphalt beneath her boots.

"Fucking shoot me. I won't stay dead."

They did and Stephanie screamed.

~*~*~

Bruce had been right outside the door to the living room when Dick made that first ungodly sound. His arms laden down with popcorn and snacks for the movie marathon they were supposed to be starting. His eyes had snapped to his oldest at that cry to see his child clutching his arm to his chest, shoulders curled inwards as if to shield it as he stared with teary eyes at the screen.

Bruce dropped the snacks and Batman snatched open his JLA communicator. He wanted answers NOW.

Damien reached to comfort his older brother as their father contacted his team, the pursuit continued on screen heedless of the devastation it had caused his eldest sibling.

Todd's tea cup slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor as another person was gunned down on screen. Damien turned to look and stiffened at the glowing eyes and pale, distant expression on his face. Drake moved to lean against Todd's armchair offering closeness to ground him without touching.

The next two were killed on screen in quick succession and Damien and Tim were both horrified to see Steph and Cass reacting to the deaths of their soul mates as well.

Damien felt both shamefully relieved and bitterly angry as Superman slammed into the ground between in front of the agents on screen just as the goth woman fell. Too slow. Always too slow.

But at least his own soul mate wouldn't be next in their path.

Damien paid no mind to the vitriol the supposed government agents spewed at Superman on screen. He remained focused on his task comforting Grayson as Drake handled Todd and the girls cared for each other. Their Father could handle that for now and they could exact justice for their lost halves after the initial grief had passed.

A bright green glow drew his attention back.

Damian choked out a startled sound that had all of his siblings looking back up at the screen as well. Brown letting out a hiccuping laugh as the purple goth girl rose up again before their eyes on unsteady feet. Her eyes glowed a swirling green as purple vine-like markings slithered across her exposed skin. She grinned at Superman and the agents with sharp teeth as the red dressed vigilante began to rise behind her with a groan.

By the time most of the Justice League, both sides, arrive, the GIW is hanging from lampposts with signs saying “I shoot kids for fun”, “I love back assward thinking”, and “I shot the ghost king and all I got was being strung up like a piñata”. Superman is trying to corral the teens from hurting the agents too badly but wishes Captain Marvel wasn’t helping the teens make and hang the signs. It was equally disturbing Captain Marvel was being inducted into their group as a fellow “liminal” whatever that was. However the seriously happy expression on Captain Marvel’s face halted any major actions from Superman.

Batman arriving on scene immediately gets all the teens in order. Big dad energy.

And one of the batkids has absolutely none.

Sure, they've got freckles (an embarrassing amount, actually), scars, the occasional beauty mark; but no soulmark.

This means a few things; their soulmate doesn't exist, they haven't been born yet, or that they died before said batkid was born.

Seeing as Soulmates can be entirely platonic, even becoming family units later, not getting a soulmate until later in life is not unheard of.

So that batkid is waiting for their soulmate to be born, lowkey embarrassed that they're going to inevitably follow in Bruce's footsteps.

Until a chance encounter with a Soulmark specialist while they're in their civvies changes absolutely everything with one sentence.

and now to the DPxDC content I tend to hyperfixate on.

For Tim, who has literally countless constellations dancing across his skin, this is a huge problem.

Esp if I change it so that his first indication isn't a soulmark specialist, but Danny going ghost.

Middle of a patrol? Two am, on top of a rooftop?

Sudden source of light that has Bruce tackling Tim to the ground, only to realize that it's coming from Tim's freckles.

But they aren't freckles.

Both Tim and Bruce realize at the same time what it means, and then...

The light fades away again.

His soulmate is alive.

A close call, to be sure. Tim stays at the Manor that night, nursing a mug of hot chocolate and staring at nothing.

Then it happens again.

And again.

And again.

His soulmate literally keeps fucking dying, and every time he does Tim's soulmark lights up with a faint green glow. Which means he goes from having what looks like regular freckles, to having glowing freckles.

Bruce is running himself ragged trying to find Tim's soulmate, and can't find any medical records that match up to the deaths. But he's getting nowhere with it, and J'onn, upon scanning his mind, tentatively let out the suggestion that Tim's soulmate is being experimented on.

With Bruce paying attention to soulmarks more, he's looking at the one on his back-Jasons. It's a platonic soulmark, for parents and children, and as he goes to cover it's glow with a bandage he actually looks at it.

It isn't glowing anymore.

Bruce is now piledriving himself into the ground looking for Jason and also Tim's soulmate.

Tim tells him to focus on Jason.

(Bruce absolutely does not, but caves and calls out to Clark to hunt down a heartbeat he'd long stopped listening for)

Tim alters his life to fit this new...quirk.

Tim starts getting homeschooling, so he can dodge questions about his soulmark lighting up like a christmas tree.

Now Robin has an entirely new suit that covers every inch of his skin, so that nothing identifiable shows through.

His parents never notice, and doesn't that just say everything?

But the distance learning teacher does.

My first thought was red wings wrapped from his back going over his shoulders in hues of orange and reds and warm shades — at first in reference to his vigilante identity.

But what if for Tim it represents a sense of freedom when he flys through the skies of Gotham?

(If anyone else has better ideas please add them! 😭)

Now back to Mr “the only true braincell” Lancer who is connecting the dots fast on Phantom being Tim Drake-Wayne’s soulmate and the fact his constellation marks stop glowing when Phantom disappears — Mr. Lancer realizes then that Phantom had to be one of the living students.

He isn’t quite sure how Phantom is dying and living on command but it’s Amity Park, anything is possible.

Mr. Lancer doesn’t want to give false hope though and is trying to figure out which student is the possible soulmate when Phantom just ups and disappears entirely.

And subsequently so does Danny Fenton.

The ghosts still come but have now become wary when Phantom doesn’t show. A week. Two weeks. And then a month.

Mr. Lancer notes how there is a lack of men in white crowding Amity’s streets. He also notes how Jazz Fenton has stopped coming to school, as have Sam Manson, and Tucker Foley. The three are haggard as they wander Amity Park, devices in their hands and refusing to return home.

The Fenton parents have not been seen in a long time, though Mr. Lancer had visited Fentonworks once, just to see, just to check and calm his racing heart because Maddie and Jack Fenton are ghost hunters but surely they would be able to tell that their son —

Maddie is in bad shape.

Her hair is longer and ragged.

From the doorway he can see the various ghost hunting gear having been torn apart in the kitchen, and Jack mending them into something.

He asks if they know their daughter is out on the streets.

Maddie’s expression is twisted in something like self-loathing.

“Yes,” she says, “She’s looking for Danny.” And then the door shuts, and nothing more.

Mr. Lancer nor Amity Park have seen Danny Fenton of Danny Phantom in more than a month.

There is a tension in the air that no one speaks up on.

As the second month roles in Mr. Lancer stares at Tim Drake-Wayne through the screen of his laptop. He watches the way the glow of constellations brighten and die far more frequently than when Phantom had been masquerading as a hero.

On and off, on and off, until it settles on glowing for the rest of the night. Until it would occur again in the next session.

He watches, going quiet, and then finally says: “I know who your soulmate is.”

It was just his luck that his remote learning teacher just happens to be the one who had any leads on his soulmate. He's long used to the ridiculousness of his life, but even this is a bit much. He'll deal with it, he needs to get to Amity Park as soon.

He needs more information.

Now, all while Tim is scrambling to find a way to Amity Park without his parents and Bruce's notice. Jazz is not having a good time.

No, Jazz is having a horrible time.

She is doing her best to keep her parents distracted by trying to find Danny. Anything to keep them away from the GIW labs. It's the least she can do for her little brother right now.

Ancients, she wished they could just break him out! Sam, Tucker, and her just storm the place. If they did that the consequences to Danny and their parents would be too great.

Tim: Oh thank god! We’ve been assuming he’s being experimented on!

Mr Lancer: …well…um

He isn't aware of it, but this does, in fact, greatly influence how his ghost form looks as he grows up.

His appearance starts getting more rugged, eyes a paler, more piercing green, hair a bit more uncontrollable and wild.

He packs muscle easily, even in human form.

When in ghost form, he has an aura of something patient and dangerous, and that sense only grows the older he gets.

Basically, our boy starts to look like a viking.

No matter how goofy and bumbling he really is, his first impression is always a horrifying moment for whoever is meeting him.

And as his ghost form grows with his human form, he outgrows his hazmat outfit. Frostbite and the Far Frozen fashion him some new clothes-which only compliment and play off of the viking aesthetic he's got going on.

And with the height he inherited from his father?

Our man is a very, very intimidating figure to look at. More so than Dan; because while Dan was dangerous and scary, he was all energy and lightning and rage.

Adult Danny comes across as lethal and terrifying, all ice and persistence and that final, terrible silence before you realize you've already died.

Dan felt like the warrior in front of you. Danny feels like the wilderness in winter, vast and unforgiving.

Anyways, when a summoning for Klarion goes horribly wrong and Danny gets called instead, the Justice League has a moment where they're convinced they've summoned something much, much worse than Klarion.

And Danny, standing there completely confused, is not helping by remaining silent and still while staring John Constantine in the eye.

Good news, the bad guys are also very concerned about the weird ghost viking and are actually moving to stand side by side with the Justice League on this.

Bad news, who the fuck is this guy?

"...Fuck," is all Constantine whispers, backing away slowly.

I FOUND THE HALF REMEMBERED ART THAT PLANTED THE SEED FOR THIS

The summoning ritual was finished, and John braced himself for Klarion's imminent arrival. Bruce could only hope that what the mage had to offer would be considered valuable enough for the chaos demon's assistance.

But something was off.

Instead of the burst of hot air that so often heralded Klarion's arrival, there was a silent rush of cold.

And someone much more intimidating stepped through.

The man's hair was white, his eyes were a pale, glowing, piercing green, and his skin was as pale as the snow that had started to fall. Taller than Superman, quieter than Batman.

He wore a furred mantle that bore no resemblance to any animal Bruce knew of. His hair was braided out of his face, his armor bore shimmering Ancient Nordic designs that were so old, Bruce couldn't find a single rune he knew.

Hovering above the man's head was a crown of solid, glittering ice. It sloped and spiked, and every movement shook snow from it's small peaks. Above that, hovering between reality and a dream, a miniature Aurora Borealis flickered in and out of view.

The crown was less a crown and more a small group of mountains, plucked from Norway and shrunk into something befitting the being in front of them.

Looking upon him forced Bruce to confront his own mortality, because this entity was dripping with lethality. Not the type he was used to, not the kind that could be met with the cold steel of a blade or the sudden, numbing hot-cold pain of a bullet.

The kind of mortality that he feared.

The quiet death in the wilds; alone, hungry, and scared.

Staring at the being that had been summoned, Bruce was struck with the feeling that he was watching a wolf as it observed him. Patient. Cold.

Knowing that no matter what it did, it was going to get a free meal if it only took a day or two to wait.

Bruce was broken from that silent, obtrusive knowledge when the entity looked away from him, eyes searching the battlefield.

Then the being took a silent step forward, ice tendrils branching out from where he stepped, his eyes having entirely fixated on the Mage that had summoned him.

The cultists that had been working for Nergal slowly turned and started standing in line with the Justice League, prepared to defend against...this.

Whatever this was.

Constantine backed away slowly, swearing under his breath and shaking.

The entity looked towards the cultists, letting out a small, disdainful hum.

As one, the cultists bolted, leaving behind their tools and sacrifices to summon their false god.

The Justice League, far too preoccupied with whatever was in front of them, couldn't do much to stop them.

The being took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, causing a gust of wind cold enough to make Bruce's skin sting.

"Well, this is awkward," the being sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, "Uh...did you guys need me for something? I was kind of in the middle of hiding from the Observants."

Bruce's brain paused. Rewound.

Restarted.

Assessed.

Oh God this was another Clark; frightening stature, polite, down to earth nature.

"I'm sorry, hiding from the who?" Bruce heart himself ask faintly, as he forced his body to understand that he wasn't in any present danger from the...person in front of him. The man turned his attention from the wheezing magician and back on Bruce.

"Kinda like a council, super annoying, keep trying to make me do paperwork."

"I...see. We were actually trying to reach Klarion, is he unavailable?"

The man sucked in air through his teeth and rested his hands on his hips, scuffing one of his shoes on the ground.

"Oof, yeah; Klarions a little bit in Time Prison right now. Genuinely didn't think anyone wanted to willingly deal with him, or I woulda sent you guys like, a note or something. Want me to just do what you were gonna have him do?"

Constantine stared at Bruce with wide, terrified eyes and shook his head.

Bruce considered it.

"What price would you have? We wanted the cultists captured and their artifacts broken."

Constantine graduated to desperately crossing his arms in an "X". Superman was looking at Bruce like he was insane. Bruce ignored them.

"Uh...my little sister is actually a huge Static Shock fan. Any chance of an autograph?"

"I can arrange that."

Dick struggled.

He struggled because if he did not, then he would watch Tim die, and he absolutely refused to do that.

The cultists had his little brother tied up, and the one with the big fuckall knife was chanting while his stupid little helpers were painting runes on Tim's unconscious body.

The chanter finished-

-Dick finally tore free from his restraints-

-The knife started coming down-

-Tim was unceremoniously shoved off of the altar and out of the spells range-

-And a knife buried itself into Dick's shoulder.

He screamed.

Getting stabbed would always hurt, but being stabbed with a magically enhanced blade was an experience he never wanted to repeat.

There was a pull of something, a hot metallic feeling flooding his veins as the magic tried to work with what it had.

Tried to summon...something.

So Dick mentally tried to derail it.

It was his blood being offered, so he ideally would get at least a little sway.

'I want to get out of here. I want someone who will help me get away from here, please, we have to run away-'

The runes carved into the concrete below him lit up.

The air changed; from stagnant and the smell of trash to breezy and carrying the balmy scent of the sea.

A woman stepped out of the air.

Her clothing draped across her, exotic silks and otherworldly colors. Metal glittered on her fingers and her neck, although Dick could not tell what type it was. She decorated herself in a mix of fashions he both knew and had never seen before; although he could swear her earrings were Kryptonian in origin.

Her hair was wild even as it was tied into a ponytail and out of her face, whipping in a wind much stronger than the light breeze that tickled Dick's skin.

Tattoos that shifted and changed seemed to literally dance across her skin, Verdant Green eyes scanned the room before settling on Dick, and calloused hands tugged the Falchion Swords on her hips.

Those, too, were made of a metal that Dick could not identify.

It kept shifting colors-from steel grey to shiny gold to something in between that his mortal eyes just couldn't seem to comprehend.

She stepped forward, and the movement made only the jewelry she wore jingle.

The step itself made no sound.

Neither did any of the steps that followed, as she drew her weapons and seemed to dance through the ranks of the cultists. Her movements, while elaborate and showy, did not waste any time.

And while Dick was fully aware that he should have been stopping the bleeding from his shoulder, he couldn't help but be enthralled by her fighting.

It was like a performance that was meant for his eyes only, and he refused to look away.

To be fair, though, that could have been the bloodloss talking.

Then she was kneeling in front of him, a cocky smirk on her face and a first-aid kit in her hand.

"Sorry it couldn't be taken care of sooner, but my powers are acting up today," she said, and Dick could suddenly understood completely why sailors threw themselves off of their ships for sirens.

It wasn't so much the melodic quality as it was the undertone of adventure, an unspoken promise to go places no one had ever seen and see things no one was meant to.

Dick forced himself to the present.

"S'fine," he slurred, leaning forward so the summoned spirit could treat his wound, and found himself watching her arm tattoo tell a story he couldn't recognize.

The characters looked Martian, though.

She laughed at him, and Dick couldn't bring himself to mind.

He'd have to remember to ask Constantine who she was, he thought as the world blurred around him.

@quemda10da20 @hdgnj @angryricepudding

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Jason was shit out of luck.

He was out of bullets, down a leg, Damian had gotten himself knocked unconscious, and they were still completely surrounded.

Jason still nudged the youngest Bat as far behind him as he could.

He'd been the only one close enough when the word that Ra's had finally managed to kidnap Damian had reached him, and was still too late to spare the kid from the League of Assassin's particular version of a warm welcome.

He'd still been the first on scene, and fuck him for admitting it, but Bruce had been right.

He should have waited for backup.

Because he had not only fucked himself, but he'd also screwed over Damian.

The League began to close in.

And Jason had nowhere else to run.

He back was quite literally to a pit, and everywhere else was filled with League Assassins.

Jason forced himself to stand back up.

With one hand braced against the ledge of the pit, he shifted so that his weight was on his unbroken leg.

The blood running down his arm dripped into the Lazarus Pit, he took only a brief moment to watch it mix with the vibrant green.

'If I don't get out of this,' Jason thought as he turned away and back towards their enemies, 'Then at least let me fall in the Pit so I can make the Pay.'

The League Assassins...started taking steps back.

Jason, against his better judgement, turned his head just enough to peek behind him.

Then he turned around so hard he accidentally threw himself to the ground.

There was something rising from the Lazarus Pit.

It...looked like a man, ascending into the air until his feet didn't touch the green Waters he hovered above.

The air, which had had at least a small bit of movement from crossbreezes and rising heat, went completely still, and the scent of blood and ozone polluted the air.

White hair flickered like fire, licking at the air. The man's clawed hands flexed, and his dead dead dead red eyes bore into Jason's soul. His skin was blue, but wasn't that normal?

All corpses had a blue tint to them, after all.

And Jason had seen so fucking many.

The man's clothes appeared to be tactical in nature, or they had been at one point. They were battered, stained, burned. There was a shawl of sorts that clung to him through no visible means, it's ends turning into a wispy mist that shrouded and outlined the man in equal measure.

He floated soundlessly, not even pretending to take any steps as he moved forward, those glowing red eyes completely focused on the buffet of prey in front of him.

Jason could actually hear some of the Assassins attempting to run.

Hell, he could feel the Pit within him cowering.

The man in front of him was fucking dangerous.

Everything about him screamed Pain. Every movement was restrained, like a panther going in for a kill.

Then the man smiled; a cruel thing that Jason had seen on far too many people. The kind of people he hunted, the kind of people he hired, the kind of person he'd become.

And between one blink and the next, the man was working to prove that he could deliver pain and cruelty just as well as he could threaten it, deep, harsh laughter bouncing off of the walls of the cave; even as he was decorating said walls red.

Lightning lit up the cavern, illuminating just how well the new red paintjob on the walls matched the mans eyes, and Jason looked away. He instead used that opportunity to check on Damian.

He ignored the screaming and the begging, the wet noises and charred flesh scents, and came to the satisfactory conclusion that Damian would be alright with medical treatment.

Then, as Jason managed to drag himself yet again into a standing position, it was done. Everything had fallen silent, and the man was standing in front of him with a sneering smile that was all fangs and satisfaction.

"Hey kid," the man said, snapping his blood-covered fingers in Jason's face, "Pay up."

Jason jerked back, almost blacking out as he twisted his broken leg.

"Pay you...with what, motherfucker? I'm broke as shit and I sure as fuck didn't summon you." Jason lied through his teeth when he successfully fought off the light-headedness. He was, like, pretty sure material wealth didn't mean much to Spirits.

Which he was fairly certain was what this was.

Blood, Lazarus Water, intense Desire and Will?

Probably accidentally a summoning.

One Jason absolutely refused to take responsibility for.

"Oh no, you don't get to fuckin' lie to me," the man-spirit-thing rumbled, resting a hand on Jason's chest, "I just did all that work for you, you ungrateful shitstain, I deserve a snack at least."

Then the hand plunged into his chest, and Jason became painfully aware that Damian was absolutely awake when he heard the kid scream his name.

His first name.

Fuck, he was gonna die, wasn't he?

But it didn't hurt. There wasn't even any additional blood, really.

Then the man ripped his arm back, and in his hand he held...a very angry green blob?

Which he then ate.

"Fuck, that's some potent shit. Thanks for the liquor kid; you're too young for it anyways."

With that, the man disappeared entirely.

Jason slid to the ground and largely ignored Damian's desperate pawing at his chest.

What the absolute shit had just happened?

The other half of what the man had said caught up to his brain just as the rest of the family came barging in.

Damian: Jason. Summon the creature again! We can give it the location of the Lazarus Pits!

Jason:/// Are we sure that's a good idea?

Damian: It will take away the pits! It likened it to alcohol yes? It will take it away and we will no longer need fear Grandfather or the LoA!

Once they are pulled through they freeze for a second before separating and trying to look like they were not just play fighting. Danny has a light blush. Ellie is grinning manically. Dan looks grumpy as anything that his brawl was disrupted.

Constantine grins at his boyfriend, winning playfully, which causes Ellie to wolf whistle as Dan to playfully shove him. The nearly start to fight again until Batman coughs pointedly.

Danny: ... Hello again. How can we help?

Dan: And what'll you give us?

Jason: You uh, took the 'booze' last time right?

Dan: Wait. You have more?

Batman: There are several pools of it on Earth. They are used by an Assassin organisation to revive the dead.the

Ellie:... Well that's not ideal!

Nightwing: Nope! We were hoping you might want to go and collect them? As you guys use it to get drunk? Better than leaving it out here!

Jason: .... We call em Lazarus pits. I got dropped in one after being in a coma. Made me have black out episodes of extreme rage and violence.

Dan: Ah. Yeah well. It'll do that to baby ghosts like you!

Jason:... I'm not a ghost though?

Ellie: !!!! Wait!!!! If a halfa was formed in Ghost booze? It would stunt their growth right?!?!

Danny: Oh shit! It would! We need to take him Frostbite for a check up!

Dan: I can go collect the pools with Ellie. You and your boytoy can take the kid for a check up.

Danny:... Or, given the glare from Batman. I can summon the healer here. So he can make sure we don't hurt his kid?

Batman: .. Yes. Please.

⚠️warning blood

still love the biking style