Proof I exist

The pedestrians rule the streets, you find them everywhere. You can also find me. They walk the roads cars drive, and the cars drive around them. You'll see them sitting on the sidewalks and park benches, not homeless just smoking, or drinking a pop, or occasionally enjoying a bite of food. Some people walk on the 'proper' side of the road and cars change lanes to avoid them, others walk the opposite to watch for cars.

Some people are walking to the last bus of the night, others a restaurant that was busier earlier that evening. Most stores stay open all night, and those that close only do so for a couple of hours. Only big chain stores truly close for the night. Single moms, working dads, teenagers, little kids, everyone is up late into the night, in winter and summer.

What's the point in getting your car out of park to go to the sushi place two blocks away that's open until 1:00 a.m.? What's the point of driving down to the Burger joint when you have your bike? Maybe it's because the apartments are above the businesses.

Now all I can imagine is Gotham being like that, it's just as safe at night as it is during the day. Which isn't all that safe but does it matter? Everything has to be open all the time. There are several safe injection sites all over. teenagers get part-time jobs that are from 6 p.m. to 1 a.m. so they can go to school and feed their siblings. Single parents work from 10:00 p.m. to 6:00 a.m. so their kids can have normal lives

Cars seem to just go to sleep at 7:00 p.m. and the pedestrian's rule. But I think the nicer neighborhoods would sleep through it, there has to be at least a little crime/ corruption in an area for it to work this way. So definitely The Narrows, Crime Alley, and The Bowery; but also maybe Burnley, Amusement Mile, Chinatown, and Robinson Park. I know it's not all of the maybe's but I'd like to think so.

"mother why have you forsaken me" >:(

Anyways I drew it

P.s. sorry for the shitty drawing, I'll make a better one later

I can just imagine it goes the way every other pit au goes where Damian at like 2 years old is toddling around the edge of the pits and a concerned Danny just appears like why you here?

Out of concern he follows him around for a while, then they start talking. And Danny realizes he would die for this child, because what do you mean the 3-year-old knows how to play with a knife? What do you mean you're teaching him how to play with a sword?

Damien only talks about him to someone once, the beating he takes is horrendous but there's no room for imaginary friends in the LoA. And it's not like you told Ra's he probably didn't even tell his mother, either of which might have known that pit demons were real but...

Half of Damien's kills are actually Danny protecting him and his innocence, his first kill is supposedly when he is four. His real first kill is when he's seven, and he cries. All choked up and scared Danny comforts him, and Damien is just sitting there like I can't be your day anymore because I killed someone. And Danny just says

The day still gives life even when it burns, the sun hurts everyone but we still worship it. You are life and light, but that means you cast a long shadow. Don't be afraid of it, if you are it'll bury you.

And Damian gets to learn exactly why he's called day, because to Danny he's his reason for half-living but when the days are long the crops are dry and dying. When the day is short people cry because of the cold.

I just love the idea of Danny showing up to protect him in full Cosmo King horror biblically accurate god of the dead and space, calling out for his day his sun his star his light.

Danny happily running to Damien,

Danny: Day!! It's been so long

Damien: Nox, it's only been a month

Danny: you know time works different, plus I was helping Kronos with a time stream issue. It's been six's months for me day

Damien: of course that's why you've been gone, off playing in time

Or Damien calling for him during his travels,

Damien: Nox!

Danny: Day, what's wrong

Damien: I'm worried what if father doesn't wish for another child

Danny:...

Damien: I don't wish to return to mother or grandfather

Danny: I could take you to the pit realms with me, you wouldn't be human anymore but you'd be safe

Damien: I'd rather like that I'm sure (:

Or the first time Danny calls him Day

Damien(age 4): what if I grow to be like them Nox?

Danny: well you are my Day, no matter how many people you burn you will still be worshiped, my prince.

Damien:...

Danny: Day, you bring hope even if you're covered in blood. The sun forges its own, it burns brightly in the sky, everyday a chance for it to move just a little bit, most of the time it's unnoticed but sometimes it lines up, right when it's perfect. You are perfect, my equinox

Damien having pact symbols on his arm, that are Danny's. Because Danny took one look at that toddler and said it's mine, and that's recognized, the realms recognize it, and Damien is their prince.

Danny staying with him for the rest of his travels to Gotham, comforting him nightly and going about his duties during the day. Damien calling Danny his Nox, his moon, his star, his void, his regent.

Damien as Robin being kidnapped with some of the bats and being told he's going to be sacrificed, to the pits. And just,

Damien: and whom are you sacrificing me too?

Cultist: well brat, we're sacrificing you to the highest and noblest King. In hopes that he will bless us with the ability to purge this world.

Damien: *well it has been a while since I've seen Nox*

Damien: how do you even know he's a real? Honestly you probably wouldn't even be able to do it right. You don't even know his name, isn't that important to rituals.

Nightwing:*what is he doing, is he trying to die*

Cultist: you implement child, bring him here.

And Damian just gets dragged over not even making a fuss, well not more than you would expect of him anyways. And the cultist with his self-important attitude takes the ceremonial dagger, and goes to slit Damian's wrists. And Damien just bites through his own shoulder and flings himself back into the pit. Only for some creature too emerge from the angered and bubbling pit, holding his Robin close to him.

Danny in ancient thousand year old creature form: who dares to hurt my day!!

Cultist's running and freezing and screaming:...

Cultist: is he already yours?

Danny freezing him in place: haven't I made that obvious?

Danny having to push himself back into his more humanly form, Damien being excited to introduce his family, the family being shocked.

For once he had actually gotten all of his homework done, and as a reward was going out to get coffee. Now he didn't know often get coffee as it had no effect on him preferring during stressful finals to just take an ecto shot, but this was supposed to be a treat. Supposed being the operative word here. Just as Danny put the money on the counter turning to say thanks to the 24/7 Cafe worker, he felt something tugging on his core. It was panicked and strong and he barely had enough warning to knowingly said his coffee cup down. 

Appearing in the middle of an alleyway, to what appeared to be a child's murder was not what he expected. Staring sort of disbelievingly as sweetie Gotham panicked above the child, one of her kights. Recognizing him as the youngest Robin, he moved quickly understanding what lady Gotham was asking him for. 

"Save him" she all but pleaded, the thought of her kights being killed deeply rattling her obsession, "please King, I will owe you immense favor"

'You don't need to convince me,' he wanted to say because she really didn't his own obsession tugging at him harshly it was a miracle he hadn't drived for the child right away, but instead he simply sighed and said "you'll have to pay me back for the bats, and the bats alone" which he figured was true enough, he had no clue what he was going to do about them. 

Giving into his instincts he damn near flies to the kid, half dead and mostly unaware. Pulling the kids had onto his lap he just starts to hum as a shield filled itself around them keeping the other bats away. He doesn't know if it's him or Gotham but either way it's appreciated. He's not sure how he knows what to do, but something tells him to; to comfort this child, this hero. First and foremost.

The tune originally is aimless and directionless, but with the intention of comforting the child it takes on shape. 

"Hmmm hmm-mmm hmmm-hmmm

I'll hmmm thmm hawaym

Intomm a land of enchantment

Follow sweet hero~

I'll show thee the way

Through all the pain~ and the sorr-ows

Weep not little hero~

For life~ is this way-"

Outside of the bubble the bats show up, Batman had been near anyways and the second Robin's panic button had gone off he had RAN. But Nightwing and red hood were not far seeing as it was on the edge of crime Alley, when Batman got there he had been shocked. Unsure what was happening, only knowing that the youngest vitals were low. He SCREAMED. Nightwing who showed up only half a minute later, tried to calm him down. 

Somehow someway he figured that this young (?) meta(?) child(?) would protect Robin, was protecting Robin. His vitals hadn't changed in 2 minutes that's roughly how long (he'd?) they'd been here. And something instinctual in him told him it would be okay, not that that helped. Trying to convince a papa bat that his pup was safe(?) almost dying with an unknown. Impossible. 

"Hush now dear~ hero, it must be this way~

Too weary of life and decep-tions~

Rest now little hero~

For soon we'll away~

Into the calm and the quiet-"

As he sung he was completely oblivious to anything outside the bubble, a Lazarus green vapor seem to swirl around them effortlessly. He knew that this child, this baby, had experience death before. That the scars under his costume still burned white hot like they did when he got them on nights where the Stars shown bright. 

As Red hood pulled up to the scene, within 30 seconds of Nightwing; the pits they ROARED. How could they? How could they argue while little one died (?) as protector did all that he could. How dare they. The insolent fools, that was their KING. Without a thought and with very little control, he grabbed both of them. Slamming them into each other. Before bowing to the Great one, Nightwing followed suit Batman didn't. 

"Come little hero~

I'll take thee~ away

Into a land of enchan-tment~

Come little hero~

The time's come to play~

Here in my garden of shad-ows-" 

Bruce was shocked, but what could he do. His youngest, his child, was dying (?) and his eldest to seemed in a trance. He felt powerless to stop it, yelling didn't seem to help or to stop. And the two would fight him if he tried again he was sure, so he watched as the lazarius vapor surrounded the two. 

Without stopping his humming, as it seems to be comforting the young child, he pulled out a green tube of ecto. Pulling off the topper without thinking, he pulled the child's head up closer tilting his mouth open and dumping it in. Slowly pulling more echo into his hand from the ambient environment, he pressed it to the stab wound in his gut  and the slice along his throat. The child's soul still in the air, still in the body, didn't seem to mind.

Comforted in a way he hadn't since he was young, he swallowed the viscous liquid that tasted like citrus. His mind almost elsewhere foggy and clouded, all he felt was love and adoration. Is warmth seeped into his wounds, for just a minute he thought he wanted to see the stars. He just wanted to see the stars one last time, to sneak out of the Manor in the middle of the night. And sit on the barn roof with Alfred and Titus, just outside of the city border you could see the stars. Just one last time you wanted to sit up until sunrise, before climbing down and eventually falling asleep on bat cow. 

Just one more time. 

"Follow sweet hero~

I'll show thee the way

Through all the pain~ and the sorr-ows

Weep not little hero~

For life~ is this way-"

And then all at once it seemed to snap together, his injuries fading like they've been scars forever. But red and puffy like they've been aggravated, his pulse slow but steadied where it was. His hair for just a second seemed to be bright white with green accent again. Lazarius green. For just a second he was inverted. and then with the heat of dying Suns, the sound of the cat yowling, and the smell of dry hay catching a blaze.

He was alive. 

Staring up into green green eyes, he couldn't help but be amazed. As all of his feelings of detachment faded away, the beautiful fool currently singing to him was cold as a corpse, or maybe he was hot as a star. It's hard to tell, when lava meets ice after all, who's really burning?  Other than his savior and his family he wanted nothing more than his animals. 

Because really we could talk about ecto and emotions any day, about how when you want something so bad, you don't disappear. We could talk about how having ectoplasm in the area will allow you to heal if you are a creature of the Dead. We could talk about a little boy who's died a time or two before. But really what fun is that? He just wanted to see his animals again. And we already know how this story goes.