Feral :D

guy who kept the coffin of the buried in his living room and used it as a coffee table

walked out of the spiral because his dog needed dinner

the plumber who was so inattentive that the stranger put on a whole spectacle for him and he straight-up missed it all

The hallucinations - because that’s what they were - were almost see-through with how faint they were. He could hear them cheering, could even make out Jack praising Maddie, but it was muffled - as though he were underwater, listening to a conversation through a wall. He could tell that there’d been an attempt at restraining him - ecto-ropes supposedly tied tightly around him - but if he didn’t look right at them, they didn’t even seem to exist.

Well, they didn’t. Not really.

The Rogue’s eyes narrowed, glaring gleefully down at his captive, “a resistance, perhaps? But of what? No matter, increasing the dose works just as well.”

The plunger had just met the syringe when a cape burst into the warehouse. It was almost pathetic how quickly Nightwing had Scarecrow pinned and tied down, but Danny had already promised himself to not engage with humans so it’s not like he would’ve done that himself.

The hero stepped through the image of his parents preparing for surgery, an image that was stronger sure but still so far away and faint that it was difficult to imagine being scared of it. “Can you hear me?” Nightwing seemed wary, holding his hands up and observing Danny.

“Huh?” Danny pulled his attention from trying to figure out the source of the buzzing nearby, looking back at Nightwing. “Oh, yea. What’s up?”

The mask followed along as Nightwing blinked several times at Danny’s nonchalant attitude, “you were injected with Crane’s fear toxin, correct?”

Danny shrugged, “I mean, probably. I dunno what else he would’ve given me.” Danny paused a moment, before tacking on, “and he gave me two doses. I think. Unless the syringe had more than one dose. Probably only two.” Danny paused again, waiting for the hero to say or do something, before deciding to ignore the baffled reaction. “Anyways, could you like, untie me or something? I’m pretty tired, and the hallucinations are prolly just gonna be there until I get some sleep I’d guess.”

He didn't really know what the cause of his brokenness was, just that he clearly and obviously was. Even before he died, he couldn't see color.

Unlike Jazz, whose soulmates began with their parents and continued to appear into her life and then stay in her life, Danny appeared to be soulmateless if it weren't for the fact that he still couldn't see color. Jazz, and everyone else in Amity, had the full rainbow and then some available to her before she even made it to middle school.

Jazz's soulmates were an easy and short list. Mom, Dad, her friend Kyle Weston, and her friend Spike. She had met Kyle in kindergarten, and Spike in third grade. All of her soulmates were platonic and familial, though there was still a chance that she was seeing darker shades of colors than they're supposed to be - it was more common than not for a romantic soulmate to brighten up the world that someone could already see.

Danny was in high school. And all he saw was grey, grey, and more grey. Occasionally, he could even tell that he was looking at black. It was unusual. He was broken. What else was he supposed to understand from that?

"Maybe your soulmates are somewhere else? Like, your soulmates are all French or something," Tucker suggested, offhand.

"Maybe," Danny pretended to agree. Frankly, though, he wasn't holding out hope.

He was already dead, after all.

If someone's soulmate passed, they just lost the ability to see whatever colors their soulmate had given them. Danny doubted that him being dead before meeting his soulmates would affect that specific phenomenon in any meaningful way. He would just never know.

So why the hell could he suddenly see this- this- this beautiful color after meeting some dude? He didn't seem to have noticed the change of colors, rushing off with a bright apology for running into Danny, as Danny's whole world flipped on its side. He- he had no clue how to find that person again. What was he supposed to do now?

Maybe... maybe start with googling what this color is.

Blue. Blue was the color of the sky, of oceans, of brightly colored birds and butterflies. It was so beautiful. Danny's eyes were blue! Danny decided just then that blue was his favorite color.

Who knew he'd finally find a soulmate after moving to Gotham? Maybe, just maybe, he'd find his other soulmates here too.

He shook his head; Danny knew better than to hope. Danny was dead. He can't have soulmates, now. Even if Danny could now see colors- or, well, one color, that didn't mean whoever was connected to him could also see their missing color(s). So even if Danny was connected to them, they... probably weren't connected to him.

...

"Sorry, Jay, I got held up at wor-" Dick trailed off, looking at his little brother's eyes.

They weren't that green before. He knows they weren't; after meeting Damian, Dick could see green. They could all see green after meeting Damian. Jason and Damian's eyes were both an olive green, only a slight shade difference between them, everyone in the family agreed. Not... not this neon bright green.

Jason's gaze snapped to Dick from where he'd been glaring at someone across the diner, and the brightness dulled. It didn't go away, but calmed down. No longer seemed like it was lighting Jason's face up. "What?"