Timebombed

He knew his body was moving, with the aches in his legs and sweat dripping down his forehead. The slight weight of his soulmark on his ribs. He was running and not stopping he couldn’t stop. If he stopped something would happen. It itched the back of his head. The knowledge of if he stopped something would happen to him and it wouldn’t be good. Like if he looked away it would pounce on him. Bite through his jugular and parade around with his blood in its fur.

He wanted to go home. He wanted to come home to Aunt Iris in the kitchen making food with a smile on her face. Uncle Barry running in soon after him already out of his hero suit. Wrapping an arm around Wally’s shoulder’s as he explains what happened on the mission. Aunt Iris would listen only to laugh when she thought of a joke and be unable to say it out loud without laughing.

He wanted to go to his home. He wanted to see the smile that was different than all the other hundreds that appeared on his face. The one that would only grow when he saw Wally. He wanted to see his best friend happy and cart wheeling around while Wally struggled on homework. Then distract Wally and end up asleep on the ground a movie playing on the TV. Only to wake up with him wrapped around Wally stealing his body heat. Their soul marks light near each other.

Every once in awhile he’d get a glimpse of them. Of a more somber Aunt Iris and Uncle Barry. Looking around like they’d expect to see someone running out. Only to see another shorter red head and still smile but grip each other’s hand a bit tighter. A glimpse of his Rob being serious on missions. Never having that smile Wally loved. Laughing at something on the TV and turn to look at an empty space next to him. See no one and clench his fist as a silent ‘oh right’ came out. Then a dark room as the TV was turned off with Rob sitting in the dark torturing himself with the cold he felt.

Sometimes Wally doubted the sweat running down his face was sweat and not salty tears. Every deep breath stopped short he wondered if it was his last. Sometimes he wished it was. He couldn’t deal with the images of crying from his family. The sight of Dick in front of a grave he never saw the front of. A grave that always had flowers and packages of snacks on it.

He didn’t know how long it was. Years? Months? Seconds? Eons? He knew he was still running. Still alive and breathing. Only having a few moments of lucid thoughts. Of glimpses of his friends and family. Then it was cold and wet. Then he wasn’t running he crashed onto the ground rolling leaving behind a trail of piled snow. Then he felt the pain and tiredness. The soreness of his legs. The steam rising off his body from the snow evaporating from the heat of his body. The old heavy weight of his soulmark burning on his ribs.

He breathed deeply as he pushed himself up. He could think clearly. He could breathe without the scent of ozone. Now he smelt.. clear air. Cold. It went through his lungs like a nice drink of water. A slight hint of salt in the air as he stood up his legs shaking. The he smelt the ozone again. He took a step back only the feel weakness in his legs make itself known. He fell in the snow the cold seeping through his tattered suit. He heard a loud boom of thunder before his mind was invaded with the glimpses he saw before. But they were different.

All the old glimpses had someone morning for him. Something keeping him running. These felt like it was trying to get him to stop. To give up. Like it wasn’t worth it. People watching the news and seeing the news of the old Kid Flash dying and skipping past it. His father groaning saying something that was similar to ‘Good riddance.’ His mother not blinking at the news and before moving on. How his death wasn’t worth the effort of a funeral. The sight of his soulmate cursing on his grave tears going down his cheek.

“I didn’t want to leave you. But the coronation was getting closer and I knew I wouldn’t be able to give you a normal life in the infinite realms.” His Dad started to say. Jason wasn’t listening, could barely listen. His dad looked different yet so much like the picture. The same scar the same hair. But his teeth were sharper, his ears more pointed. He looked more animalistic. Was Jason not human.?

“You’re.. really him?” Jason interrupted staring at the man. He started to clench his fist feeling the familiar pain of his nails digging into his palms. The questions flooded his mind. What are the Infinite Realms? Coronation? What was he? Was Jason also that?

The other frowned and looked at him the sadness in his eyes seemed to multiply. “I.. yes I am Danny Fenton. Your father.”

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Danny watched as his son went through all the stages of grief. He was so much bigger than him, clearly taken after Danny’s own father. He has the white tuff of hair eyes that sometimes green flowed through. More scars than before. But he also still had the curls, and the overall demeanor of his son.

His core also felt bad. Like it was sick laying down reaching out for its parental core. Now that Danny was so close and Jason was distracted. Danny could reach out and grab the hand reaching out for him. He felt his ectoplasm leave him and rush to Jason, it quickly replenished just as soon as it left.

Jason looked at him like he betrayed him. As his eyes turned green and started to sway on his feet. Danny didn’t want to do it like this but Jason’s core felt so bad. On the verge of cracking bad. He had to. He floated forward and caught Jason as he fell to the ground. He easily moved him to lay on the now way to small bed. Jason’s legs were hanging off the edge.

He curled into himself floated up next to the bed. Jason was sick. The consequences of him being sick and trying to reach out to Danny’s core for support was getting angrier every time he failed to find Danny. He was a horrible father. He let his kid be sick all alone and go through ecto deficiency without him. It was a mistake to come. He should just go back to the realms but. He couldn’t. Not when Jason’s core is still growing and needs him. He couldn’t leave the bab-

…

Baby core? People only gain cores when they die. Or when they’re born with them. And Jason wasn’t. Danny would’ve noticed. So. Jason died.? It wasn’t natural his core wouldn’t be this sick if it was. His core is only 4 years old. Danny heard Lady Gotham crying about losing a knight a few years ago.?

Jason was clearly a protector like his father. So. Oh.. what did Lady Gotham say?

Her favorite knight killed by some parasite..

He needs to find Lady Gotham.

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“Ugh..” Jason groaned bringing his hand up to hold his head. He pushed himself up in the bed and looked around. He was in his old room.? His father! He betrayed him. He brought the green. He.. laid him down in his old bed.? And he’s gone?

He stood up a hand rubbing his chest as the faint weird feeling in his chest where he felt something different inside. Where was his dad?

Jason tried to fix the bed to the way it was before he sat on it. Not wanting to ruin the old memories that the room held. He walked out the room and his attention was immediately caught by his helmet blinking. An emergency call?

Jason hurried and put on his helmet, “Barbie? What’s happening? Why the emergency call?” Jason was checking his supplies. His guns check. His knifes check. Check. Check. Check.

“Jason! Where were you?! We need you in down town. There’s two giant glowing beings. One has the Joker. We think your all blades might be able to touch them.”

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Danny groaned as he got up from his bed. He was just about to go to bed but a knock on the door stopped him. He walked through the clean apartment to the door. He took a deep breath before he opened it and looked around. He didn’t see anyone- a baby?! He quickly bent down and checked on the kid.

He picked him up feeling the soul of the small human made him scared he was gonna hurt it. Cradling the baby to his chest he then paid attention to the letter on the ground.

‘Daniel. This is your baby. I can’t take care of him anymore. All his documents are in the bag. I’m sorry I pushed the burden to you’

Danny glanced at the black backpack before he looked at the baby.. he had his nose.. oh what bad luck. He picked up the bag and dragged it inside putting it on the table he then sat on the couch holding the baby. He couldn’t believe.. he didn’t know how to take care of a child. He could barely take care of himself! He didn’t make barely enough money to take care of both of them. Especially a baby.

Oh but he was now forced to care for him. And he would do a damn good job if he had any say.

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Jason had looked into the Fenton family also. It was bizarre stuff. The site looked to be completely abandoned everything was unedited since 2016. All dates were old and pictures never updated. So he looked up individual people.

Jack Fenton, Jason hummed when he noticed he had the same middle name as his first, he was a big burley man the skipped leg day often. He had the.. same white hair by his nape as his dad. Blue eyes like him. He had died in 2016 in some freak accident in his home.

Madeline Fenton a lady who had many PHDs and seemed like a great mother. Her hair ginger and eyes purple? Jason didn’t know peoples eyes could be purple. She had records of being in martial arts and had her guns licenses. She had also died with her husband in 2016 in the same freak accident.

Jazmine Fenton a girl who looked like her mother. All As in high school and was on the road of being a therapist. She was accepted into college and planned to go before he died in the accident along with her parents.

The last one, was Daniel Fenton. He was- Jason stopped when he saw the screen. He expected the son to be dead dying in the accident. But he had a missing persons case.. that had a picture of a very similar man. The same man with a scar. Jason figured out who his father was. And he was gonna figure out everything he could.. starting with going to his apartment. It was an abandoned building left to rot due to mold and unkept problems.

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Danny looked around his old place. His stuff was still here.. he knew the building was going to be destroyed so he thought he would’ve appeared in old alleyway or something. Not have a trip in memory lane.

The pictures of him and Jason still hung on the wall. The hole that was made by Jason when he threw a baseball at him. The messy living room that was never cleaned up because he left as soon as he dropped Jason off. He stepped around the toys as he stopped in front of the door that had an old paper pinned to it.

It had the faded words of ‘JASONS RUOM. Sta out dad! IL throw the bal at u agin!’ With stars and rocket ships decorating the sides. Danny smiled at the memories of Jason’s sounding out the words on the table. He walked through the door not risking ruining anything by actually opening the door. He teared up at the room. The old books still on the bookshelf and the bed still unmade. The teddy bear on the bed tucked in on the other side. The room a mess with toys and glow in the dark stars that fell off the ceiling.

Danny shoot up hearing the sound of the front door opening. He turned invisible not risking being caught this early on the mortal realm. He would leave immediately but.. he could feel the ectoplasm in the air. It was similar to his.. could it be Jason?

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Stepping into the apartment was weird to Jason. He could feel the memories in there but he couldn’t remember them. He closed the door behind him looking around. He reached up and took off his helmet. This was Jason’s moment not Red Hoods. Setting the helmet on the table he glanced at the pictures on the wall. Stepping to them picking it off the wall and looking at the picture.

It was him.. and his dad holding him up under his arms holding him up to reach a book. Grabbing the next picture it was of his Dad with a bunch toilet paper wrapped around him and Jason in a doctor getup wrapping more around him. He set the pictures on the wall swallowing the lump in his throat as he moved to the living room glancing at the papers and crayons on the table.

He took a deep breath as he stopped in the doorway. The apartment was small but it was well lived in. The layer of dust on everything made it worse. He could imagine before it was left to dust.. how it would look. How he would run in and his father closing the door behind him. How he would watch TV hoping his father wouldn’t notice his bedtime had passed.

He’s eyes looked at the toys on the ground a story he would never know in each place spot. Maybe the stuffed dinosaur was a doctor in his childhood mind or even an evil he had to defeat. Maybe his dad played with him and that was his Dino he force him to play with. He would never know.. he ignored the tears appearing in his eyes. He walks to his door if the paper was to go by. Before he went in he looked over to the door next to it. He went and opened it. It was another bedroom his father’s. The layer of dust was suffocating.

The forgotten remains of his past. The bed was made and seemed thin. The stopped in front of the desk.. it had bills on it. Eviction notices.. he would have never guessed.. with all the toys. He bit his lip in an effort to stop the attention to his feelings. Focus on the pain. He walked around the bed. A picture of him and his Dad smiling at the camera. He’s eyes looked left the room before he started crying in the middle of the ghost of his dad.

A shaky breath and a hand over his mouth he walked into his old room resolving that he would cry when he went in. But he stopped as he looked at a man. The same man that was in the pictures. The man would looked so strong in the pictures next to a kid Jason yet so much smaller and frail now next to him. He felt to big. To much.

They looked at each other one in shock and tears falling from his eyes. The other looking at him in guilt but all the same with the tears falling from his eyes.

“I’m sorry..” The voice broke the silence with a startling start. That was Jason’s dad. He was here in his old room. The voice that was smooth. Less echoey than before. He had questions about so much. His father was right there to answer them.

@vasia-k

Sorry for any misspellings or grammar issues. It’s late and I had a headache when I wrote this.

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The battle field was busy. The aliens were an octopus looking bipedal creature. They had tentacles but walked on two legs. After one too many jokes about calamari and kabobs. The Batfam finally had time to breathe when the menace ghost started to take back some city. A long with Jazmine, Samantha, Tucker, and another ghost Dani.

Jazmine had a metal bat she called freak stick and was hitting the aliens left and right. Their blue blood splattering on her freckles face.

Samantha had a hammer like Harley Quinn. But it was metal and had a symbol like Jazmines Freak Stick. She ran through the place squishing the aliens like it was wack a mole.

Tucker held another strategy of staying back but doing something similar to Oracle. He spoke into a comm with a handheld device that he was caught kissing a few times.. he had cameras pulled up and told the others where to go and to watch out if a octopus got to close.

The other ghost, Dani was protecting the male. Blasting a green fire at the octopus’s that tried to get close. The battle field started to smell like burnt calamari which was not doing much for the puns coming out of Nightwing.

Phantom however was doing the most work. Flying through the place using powers the Batfam didn’t know he had. Freezing some aliens into octopops, punching through some aliens. He was bashing through the aliens with a grin passing out puns left and right dripping the blue goop of the insides of the aliens.

“I’ve never said this before.. but the dead are pretty cool. Actually.. those dead is pretty cool. Don’t wanna give you an ego, hood.” RR breathed heavily looking at the battle leaning on his Bo staff only to be shoved forward by Red Hood.

“You’re lucky I ran out of bullets, replacement.” RH’s voice changer made the sentence seem much more threatening than it actually was. Luckily Red Robin was unfazed. Even flipping off the older one.

“Boys. Now is not the time.” A tired voice interrupted the two. It was Batman, he had a cut on his cheek but otherwise seemed okay.

“Yeah, we have to figure out what to do with the buffet of calamari.” Nightwing gestured to the ship that more aliens jumped out off. At this point he was questioning how they all fit in the ship.

“The only thing I’ve noted of the aliens are that their heads are a weak spot and that the species may be going on quantity rather than quality. Think that ship is just making more as we kill more?” RR shrugged he was holding his side after an alien got a lucky hit right on his side. Luckily it was at most a broken rib.

“Also low blows work. Pretty well don’t kill them though,” Spoiler added, Orphan nodded next to her. The boys winced just a bit in pity one even turning his body away from the girls, “C’mon, it’s not like they’re friendly.”

Spoiler looked out of breath sweat dripping from her brow. Orphan next to her only had the slightest hint of a workout. Even then it was likely it was just water.. it was Gotham after all.

“Without-“ Batman was interrupted by a scream from a woman. That forced all their attention to the still fighting team. Phantom was floating on the same height to the ship and was taking in a long breath. The woman was Jazmine who had her ears covered.

“GET DOWN AND COVER YOUR EARS!” The Bats didn’t hesitate and listened. Batman pulled his kids closer and covered as much as he could with his cape. It was a sound blocking material. It wouldn’t do much if what Phantom had said about his Ghostly Wail was true but he still did it.

Then the loudest scream came. It reverberated through the city. It shook the ground and echoed through the world. It sounded as if every horror movie scream came into one but was so much louder and bloodier. The sound was hard to explain at all. It made the remaining aliens scream and hold their head before they fell to the ground lifeless. It had a bit of static in it but at the main sound. The loudest thing was a scream of a teenage boy. It sounded like they were in so much pain.

It physically hurt Bruce. It reminded him of how he was too late for Jason. The scream Dick made when his parents hit the ground. The scream he himself made when his mother was shot. Everything he ever wanted to forget was brought back up and it lasted forever.

Dick dug his fingers into his head. The scream brought up failsafe, the rainy night with Tarantula, his parents, finding out about Jason, Tim and the tower, Bruce when he died. He never wanted to hear it again.

Jason screamed his helmet glitching out as he squeezed it. It reminded him of his screams when he was tortured. His regrets, his anger, the rage and the green. When he didn’t have a mind and was weak to everything. His Ma’s overdose. The betrayal of Shelia. Willis. Living in the street in Gotham. The horrors of his job. He wished he didn’t come back. At least he wouldn’t have to hear this if he did.

Tim pushed his head into the concrete ground, his hands tightening against his ears. He clinched his eyes shut as the feelings ran through him. The feeling of abandonment by his parents. The feeling of betrayal after his parents broke yet another promise. Guilt after he force Bruce to take him in. Hurt when he was cast out for Damian. Betrayal yet again. Betrayal. Pain. All at once. He hoped he stopped feeling it hurt to much.

Damian went limp in his father lap the cape over his head as he held his breath refusing to cry at the painful memories of his life. His first kill. His second. The rest that followed. His murder attempts on his brother. The words as everyone told him his life was wrong. How everything he had ever know was wrong and he has wrong. The punishments from his Grandfather. The training. He wants it to stop..

Cass whimpered holding her head under her own cape. It brought up the memories of her father and his ruthless training. The murders she was forced to do. The feelings of her family falling apart again and again over the worse things. She was crying, something she would be punished for with that man.

Steph cried out, tears welling in her eyes at the pain. It reminded her of finding Bruce fighting her father. It reminded her of when she came home and her father was talking of his plans. It reminded her of the screams her parents made during the divorce. The fear she felt as he ran from home hoping those men and her father didn’t chase after her. She wanted it to end.

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When the sound finally stopped everyone who heard it went limp to the ground in relief. The Batfam were all in a pile. Batman in the middle with his kids surrounding him. The youngest in his lap tears welling in the kid’s eyes. RR on his knees to his right his forehead pressed to the ground as he was overstimulated. RH pressed onto Batman’s back recovering from the ringing that still was in his ears. Nightwing on Batman’s left pressing himself into his side his hands shaking. Orphan between RR and Robin with Spoiler pressed into her side.

Batman looked up, seeing the destruction of the scream. Buildings had cracks, trees had been uprooted, the ship was gone. Now only a hunk of metal on the ground. Windows shattered, car horns bleating from everywhere.

The damage was a ton. The stray animals that are likely deaf, the humans, the damage to the city, the panic this will cause.. possibly in other cities as well.

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Phantoms team all stood up looked a bit wobbly. They seemed to be doing much better than others. Not mentioning what the scream brought to the team. The scream of Danny when he died. The faint memories of the death from the clones DNA.

Danny should visit his baby later. When the helmet thing is off. He can take care of the core problem as he does so. His baby doesn’t know who he was. He didn’t leave a picture or anything with Catherine but the kid did mention something about a picture.. maybe he should go as human? So the kid doesn’t realize he’s the same ghost! Perfect idea!

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Jason was furiously typing on the laptop. He was searching all he could about ‘The Ghost King’ ‘Phantom’. The only thing coming up was Pariah Dark and a autocorrect to Fenton when he typed a bit too fast.

The link that came up with Fenton said something with ghost so he clicked it. That led him into a black hole of information that just seemed biased. He read all the articles published by the scientists. Then in 2006 they started mentioning a ghost.. a certain ghost that Jason was just looking for.

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Jason learned a lot of information about Phantom and the Fentons.. Jason now just needed to find a way to summon the ghost once again and make him talk. The ghost seemed nice and not destroy the world just because he could type of being. Then again Jason wasn’t the most.. sane? Normal? Person to ask about what is normal and not normal. He would ask Dick but he was still likely drugged and concussed. He didn’t want to deal with that. Not to mention Dick also wasn’t normal.

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“What the ancients..” Danny muttered looking at himself in the mirror. He transformed back to his human form not even a hour ago and he’s already regretting it. He still looked like his 20 year old self. He didn’t age a day from when he first transformed. The clothes were even the same he left in.. he could only pin point a few differences on his body. Like the more ghostly attributes. The pointer ears, sharper teeth, and paler skin.

Danny knew he should’ve shifted between forms more but it just didn’t seem right without the kid next to him..

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“Daaaa! Deeee!” A child’s yelling pierced the air followed by a loud crash then a giggle.

“I’m coming! I’m old- okay. Accept it while you still can.” A young man’s voice came followed by a black hair with white on the back young adult. The man had icy blue eyes and a scar on his bottom lip. The child the man was talking to looked like him.

The child had curly black hair not a hint of white unlike his father. Darker blue eyes that seemed to shine when he saw his father. Chubby cheeks and stubby fingers. The kid was wearing a shirt that had the words ‘I’m just outta this world. Floating by the stars’ surrounded by stars. Along with jean pants and a gray jacket. The shoes stuck out due to the bright yellow color of the rain boots.

“Oh don’t give me that look.. I know I’m only 20! You make me feel 50 years older than I am. Specially with all your sass.” Danny put his hands on his hips and looked down at the kid.

“Aunt Cathy say it comes from you.” Jason put his hands on his hips and looked up at the kid.

“I know it did. I can’t blame anyone else but myself and it’s horrible.” Danny huffed sticking his tongue out at the child which was followed by the kid doing the same to the young adult.

Suddenly the mood changed and Danny’s expression changed into a more somber one. He couched down and looked at the kid.

“Jason, you know how I sometimes leave you with you Aunt Cathy?” Danny felt horrible. His core hurt and he wanted to hug the child and not let go.

“Yeah? But Daddy always comes back so I ain’t scared!” Jason grinned moving forward and putting both hands on the adults face.

“Jason what I say about the hands and other peoples faces?” Danny brought his hands to the kids and pulled the hands off his face but didn’t let go of the kids hands.

“Not to do it.. but don’t worry! I only do it to you!” Jason hopped on his feet unable to stay still like any child.

“Okay, you’re such a bully.” Danny deadpanned, “This is serious Jason, I don’t think I’m coming back this time.”

“What? No. Daddy you gotta come back. You can’t leave .” Jason looked up at his father not really understanding the situation .

“I don’t want to kid but I want you safe and I’m not that.” Danny pulled his son into a hug burying his face into the curly mess that was on top of Jason’s head. He stood up picking up the toddler his arms surrounding the other in a tight hug.

Danny knew it was stupid to say this while he still had the child. He should’ve just left the kid at Catherine’s and not return. But then he thought about the kid getting all ready to come back to him waiting at the door with his to big backpack only for him not to return. He didn’t want that for the kid. He didn’t want his kid to be sitting in front of the door sad because he couldn’t understand what was happening and why his father wasn’t there. He wanted just a bit longer with his child.. even if it was in tears.

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Jason was sure he had the right man. The scar was exactly the same. It was a line on the bottom right lip the that split into two at the bottom. He didn’t know what to think of the being.. his father? From what his Ma told him. Catherine not Shelia. His father was a good man. A bit too sarcastic for his own good but it also made him funny. He had weird ways of saying things. Never used a saying right or just made it his own. He had a slight lisp and had an accent. Couldn’t cook to save his life and hated toast. Hurt himself with stupid things but was incredibly smart. Could turn a microwave into a gun in a hour alone.

Jason wondered if he got some of those qualities.? Before he died and turned into a monster. Dick always said he had a lisp and used some words wrong. Like fruit loop and ancients.. apparently he used one as an insult and the other as a replacement for some words.

Wally was glaring at the ranting hero in front of him. It was Green Arrow who had to save the team on a mission because something went awry. But of course Kid Flash and Robin were at the crime scene both about to be seriously injured if it wasn’t for the arrow that stopped the villain in time.

Oliver was of course stressed. He almost saw two kids die right in front of him with him being only yards away. So he started taking it out of the kids. He knew he shouldn’t be yelling at the two. They’re still kids and still learning but god damn it they scared the shit out of him. So he was yelling.

“You two are the most reckless idiotic kids! Why would you two think going into the main control room with no backup was a good idea?.!” Oliver kept on only stopping to take breaths before he went back to pacing in front of the two ranting.

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Dick had stopped listening to the hero a while ago. He learned to tune people out when he was younger so it came easy to him. He was just staring at the pacing man bored. Letting the other get his energy out.

Dick glanced over at him friend a grin on his face about to joke about the situation. When he saw the tightness of KF’s jaw. The vibrating on KF’s fist and his eye twitching glaring at the hero with unknown anger.

He stepped over and nudged his friend making the other look at him. Dick looked at him in question with a tilt of his head. Wally took a deep breath and seemingly calmed down. He didn’t look at Oliver the rest of the hero’s rant. Staring blankly at the wall.

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Wally hated it. He hated having to watch idiots do something he could do in seconds but wasn’t allowed because “he would mess it up”. He knew his chemistry, science, anything that his uncle taught him.

But he was a kid. And he wasn’t an expert in chemical formulas. The only thing they were doing was pissing him off. Not to mention shutting up the only person in the room who knew what a fucking reactant and product was.

Wally was sitting by the wall watching Superman stare at the screen that held the chemical formula for fear gas.

The mission was for the JL to get to a villain gang that stole other villains things and played it off as theirs. The mission required Batman, Superman, Flash and Green Arrow. They needed the brains of Batman, the power of Superman, the speed and knowledge of Flash, and the marksmanship of Green Arrow. Sadly, Batman was distracted with tracking down the villains and Flash was passed out by taking a hammer to the face. Which, Wally would like to point out, did not laugh only merely chuckle.. a lot and loudly. Green Arrow was fanning Flash off having nothing to do.

The only reason Wally was there was because of his uncle and Batman. Barry suggested that Wally come along as Wally was better at chemistry than Barry. Wally seriously doubted that. Batman agreed and allowed Wally to join. Both Green Arrow and Superman were hesitant at taking a kid to the mission. They had Barry they didn’t need to endanger a kid for the sake of the mission they said.

And now look at them. Superman was struggling with a simple antidote for fear gas. Wally knew it. Wally had the formula forced into his head when Batman realized that he’d come over to visit Robin with or without permission. Batman took precautions and gave Wally a crash course in Gotham about what to do and what not to do.

“You know I could just-“ Wally pushed himself off the wall looking at Superman.

“No, sit back down Kid Flash. This is way to dangerous for you” Superman interrupted before looking back hearing Barry’s heartbeat speed up. Indicating that he was waking up.

“Ugh.. my head hurts.” Barry groaned sitting up rubbing his head, “what’s going on? Why are we still in here?”

“Well, Superbrains here can’t figure out Gotham science so we were waiting for you to wake up.” Green Arrow spoke behind Flash standing up

“Me? What happened to Wally!.?” Barry hurriedly stood up before noticing his nephew by the wall slumped down with a glare on his face.

“He’s fine, been a bit moody after we told him to back down when he tried to touch the chemicals,” Green Arrow shrugged walking past Barry to stand next to Superman, “You should work on his ego. He was snappy after we shooed him away from the computer,”

“What? Why would you shoo him away? He knows this Gotham stuff better than I do?” Barry asked watching as Wally sped to him stopping beside him. He put a hand on Wally’s shoulder noticing how pissed off Wally looked. Barry usual focus was on things not related to Gotham. So Wally, Robins best friend, learned after crashing into one too many lessons with Robin and Batman. It was to the point Batman quizzed Wally whenever he saw him.

“Wait, you were serious about that? We thought you were just playing up the kid’s ability” Green Arrow asked glancing to the teen then to the computer with a guilty looking super in front of it.

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Wally noticed how whenever he had food and it was stolen by someone that wasn’t Robin he got indescribably angry. He didn’t know why it was only Dick that didn’t make him mad but he was okay with it. Most people knew not to mess with a speedsters food, they needed it after all. Dick barely took food from him if he did it was usually just a few chips or a bite. Wally didn’t mind that he knew he could always get more.

But for some reason Roy didn’t get that. He would take a whole bag of chips out of his hand and sit down right in front of him eating it with a cheeky smile. Usually he had another snack on him so he could calm himself down with it.

But this time Wally was on his last bag of chips and he hadn’t ate in a hour so he was starved. But just as he was about to take the first bite it was snatched out of his hands along with the chip. Wally’s first instinct was to grab at the person who took his snack.

Wally grabbed Roys arm glaring up at him as Roy shoved a chip in his mouth,

“Hey, Walls! Just enjoying my snack here. Don’t mind me!” Roy grinned shaking the bag like it was his.

“Roy that’s my last bag. I haven’t ate in an hour. I’m hungry. Give it back.” Wally said his voice calm but his face blank.

Wally was seeing red, he really was hungry and he was really mad. He wished there weren’t consequences for kicking someone but someone could wish. But at that moment Wally really didn’t care for the consequences he was just angry and wanted to take it out on something. He’d go to the training room or even go for a run but he was hungry and didn’t have the energy.

“Give what back? This is my snack! I brought it from home-“ Roy teased unknowing about the storm growing in Wally.

Wally was about to say something his grip tightening for a moment before it loosened by a voice,

“KF! Guess what!” Robin stormed in rushing to his best friend. He jumped and tackled both of them off the couch. They landed in a heap on the floor Robin on top of Wally and Wally on his back looking up at Robin with a strange normal.

“Rob! What’s up? Did you finally convince Batgirl to go on a date?” Wally asked a grin growing on his face his anger completely dissipated at the sight of his friend. Now ignoring the slight lump at the thought of Batgirl and Robin.

“No.. but I did manage to convince B to give me his credit card! We can go get whatever we want! Maybe we can go out and get food then you can run us to France so we can hang out!” Robin stood up dragging up Wally with him a grin on his face.

“Oh how cool! I’m so hungry! I haven’t ate in an hour!” Wally followed Robin out the room leaving Roy alone with chips he didn’t even like. He just wanted to annoy Wally.. now he’s craving bread.

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“Nightwing! Do you know what happened with the Justice League?.!” A reporter shoved a microphone into Nightwings face. Wally, who was still Kid Flash, stepped in front on Nightwing glaring down at the reporter.

“Haven’t we told you guys! We aren’t answering questions right now-“ Wally said annoyed.

Both he and Nightwing just got off a mission from Canada. A hero based there needed help and Rob had asked Wally to bring him to Canada. Turns out it was a good thing Wally had came along. There was a villain who had set up markers around the place and if they didn’t find all of them in time the towns would have been wiped out. Wally was a great help in getting around and getting all the markers in time.

However, it was a stressful day for the two men so they just wanted to go home. Or to Nightwing’s apartment where Wally could crash as he was too tired to run to Key Stone. In reality Wally wanted to hang out with his friend just a bit longer. Rob was having a horrible year. His younger brother died and the emotionally unstable man didn’t inform Dick till the funeral passed. Actually the man didn’t inform him at all. He had to find out by someone offering their condolences to him.

“Nightwing! Can you tell us what’s happening in Gotham right now? Is it true that Robin is dead? Is Gotham-“ Another reporter shoved a camera and microphone in Nightwings face. They were interrupted by a red gloved hand grabbing the camera lens and shoving out off Nightwings face.

Wally couldn’t believe the balls the damn reporters had. Asking that to Nightwing? In front of him? They were lucky if they could walk after he was done with them. Wally was about to step forward when an all too familiar hand grabbed his shoulder pulling him back and resting their head on the back of his neck.

“KF.. bring me home please.?” Dicks quiet voice wasn’t heard by anyone else besides Wally.

Wally turned to the reporter who was looking at him with a scandalized look that he had the guts to grab there camera that was playing live and push it away. Wally glared at them and turned around picking up Nightwing who wrapped his legs around Wally and ran off in a flash of yellow lightning.

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‘Faster!’

‘Don’t stop!’

‘Get to Rob!’

‘Get to him! Help him!’

‘Ignore the pain!’

‘Ignore the hunger!’

‘Run!’

‘Run faster and go!’

Those were the last thoughts that were running through Wally’s head before he was blinded by the bright white and then the pain in his legs. Then he felt the cold of the snow under his hands and legs.

“Ow- ow- ow- fuck!” Wally collapsed in the snow. The biting cold was a welcome feeling from the shock of the speed force. The speed force was like a never ending tunnel that even if he turned in any direction it would end nor change. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t know what would happen if he stopped but the over whelming gut feeling of don’t made him not want to find out. The never ending blur of white, yellow, blue, and sometimes red was blinding. The speed force was continuously feeding him energy with hits of lightning. The energy bursts were good but they hurt. The only thing that kept his mind from deteriorating was the idea of getting back to his Robin. He couldn’t leave his Birdy alone. He was sad! His brother died not even a few weeks ago! He needed to be there for him.

“Oh my god- my feet hurt! I’m hungry. I miss Rob. Rob! Where is he?” Wally felt like he was speaking too fast for even himself. Like his mind was merely a text he read thousands of time that he could say word for word. It was too fast and too slow at the same time. It was hard to think of anything else than Dick.

Wally struggled to sit up, his legs shook and his arms felt like jello. But he managed to hold himself up just in time to see the two streaks of color running at him. They were slower than he remembered. He could even count the amount of times their feet hit the ground before they skidded to a stop in front of him.

“Wally!” Barry couched down in from of Wally a hand on the others face like he was making sure the other was the real one. Bart, or impulse or from the looks of it Kid Flash. Was sitting to the right of Wally on their knees a hand on Wally’s back helping with holding him up.

“Hey, cool suit. Looks as good as if I designed it.” Wally’s voice was unused and gravely. But that didn’t stop him from teasing the kid.

“Wally! Your back! I thought I would just continue the hero name like Robin! But-“ Bart was cut off by Wally’s shaky hand on his shoulder.

“It’s fine- keep it. Uncle B, my face hasn’t changed that much right?” Wally looked forward at the man who was staring at him. Then Wally was surrounded by the older man’s arms. Wally relaxed into the hug. Soon the younger speedster also joined in on the hug just before Superman along with a kid how looked just like him showed up.

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Wally was sitting in the medical cot. He was bored and he couldn’t stop thinking. Everything was so much slower and time dragged on. He had already got to have a heart felt reunited with his Aunt Iris and the other heroes. But he hasn’t seen his Robin yet.

Wally was tired of being treated like a glass doll. It made him angry. He wanted his best friend! He wanted to get out of this boring room! He wanted to go fast without the pain and with the freedom! He wanted to confess- okay. He didn’t think he could do that.. he just got back.. he knew he had been gone for almost two years. Did Dick even remember him? Was he still Dicks best friend? Did Dick change? Was Dick okay?

He needed answers! And a way to calm down! He noticed he got angered easier and even more violent with his anger. Not that he admitted that.

Wally was tired of watching the same thing over and over again. The TV in the corner of the room only had a cartoon and the news. Wally, as a grown man, watched the cartoon of course. Then he realized it was just a replay of the same cartoon after the third round. Then he turned on the News.

“-udhaven’s vigilante, Nightwing, is on the scene! Nightwing looks to be injured and barely dodging hits!” A woman called a microphone in her face. The video beside the woman was from a helicopter it was blurry but it showed a fight between a giant mechanical robot and Nightwing! His Rob was okay! Mostly okay.. Rob could dodge those hits easily. He and Rob trained a lot and his reaction speed was the best of the best. Due to training with a speedster.

Wally couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His best friend was fighting robots injured and no one was helping. Wally knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he got up and took a glance at the TV before he speed out the door.

He borrowed one of his uncles suits. It was one that had the top cut off showing Wally’s red hair. He didn’t know where Barry got it but it was his exact size. Wally then ran to the Zeta Tubes and hoped his code still worked.

To his surprise it did and he was transported to Earth. Now all he had to do was find his Robin.

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Nightwing knew he wasn’t doing well. He stopped taking care of himself after Wally died. No. Went missing. After Wally went missing he ignored his friends and only got back in touch with his family because of how persistent Tim was.

His apartment was a mess, old moldy food, dirty clothes, just a mess. He couldn’t be bothered to clean. It wasn’t like anyone would come over any more. Not like he had a reason to even be- he should stop thinking.

Nightwing dodged a giant metal fist that hit the ground making the concrete crack. It was slower than he normally would but he blamed that on the injury and not the lack of food or sleep. He needed to get to the controller. The man that was making his creation do this. He was standing on a concrete bench laughing at Nightwing like it was a video game.

Nightwing was about to dodge again when a blur of red rushed to the controller and slammed into him. Making the man hit the ground with the remote and a crack.

At first Nightwing thought it was Barry. He knew Barry came to check up on him as a favor for Wally. Helped out when he could. But Barry wasn’t that violent and the streak wasn’t yellow so it wasn’t kid flash. Not his kid flash. No matter the many times Dick had smiled at the sight of the suit only to realize his friend was dead.

The man that had body slammed the other to the ground making the robot stop moving and the helicopter in the air go silent beside the wind. He had red hair sticking out the top.. like Wally. Green eyes.. like Wally.. the freckles that stuck out at the revealed skin on their face was exactly the same as Wally’s. His Kid Flash.

The maybe Wally turned to Nightwing who was frozen staring at the other. He held up a hand and did an awkward wave reminiscent of the same wave Wally did when they first met. Nightwing stumbled forward his mouth open in a silent plea.

Wally rushed forward and pulled Dick up and held him. Dick almost desperately put his hands on Wally’s face looking at the freckles Dick saw every day in his nightmares.

“W- Wa. KF.?” Nightwing only just remembered the helicopter that probably had audio. He spoke desperate and like he was trying to speak softly.

“Hey Rob, no one tell you I was back? Guess that’s why you didn’t visit me in the watchtower,” Wally teased he was holding Dick gently. He didn’t know where he was injured but he didn’t want to aggravate the injury more.

“Really.? You’re back.? How long?” Dick wrapped his arms around Wally’s neck pulling the other in a tight hug. He shoved his face in the speedsters neck savoring the scent he missed.

“ ‘bout a week. Was never dead to begin with. Was stuck in the speed force,” Wally felt normal again. Like his brain wasn’t going two hundred miles too fast. He missed how the other melted into hugs. The warmth and realness of himself.

“I knew it.. they didn’t believe me..” Dick mumbled against the others neck. Tightening his grip on the other as he heard the sound of other heroes coming to the scene.

Wally did as well, he knew if he was caught by the heroes especially his uncle he’d be put in the room again. And the slight chance Dick wasn’t gonna be allowed in. Wally picked Dick up the others legs wrapping around just like they used to and Wally was off. He knew he got faster he didn’t know how much faster so he tried to keep it slow for Robin.

Wally just inside the other’s apartment. The first thing he noticed was the smell. Then it was Dick seemingly falling into himself. Lastly he noticed the mess of an apartment it was. Wally almost gaged at the sight before him, but didn’t cause the one living in it was still holding onto him.

Oh it made Wally angry. Why the fuck was Dick living in this. Why had no one came and checked up on him. What the fuck was wrong with people. Dick lost his younger brother then his only support in less then a year then god knows what and people didn’t come check up on him? He.. he was so gonna yell at Bruce.

“Dick, I’m gonna set you down. Okay?” Wally said gently setting the others legs on the ground having to bend slightly as the others arms didn’t budge.

“Wally.. Wally.. I’m sorry-“ Dick lifted his head up tears growing in his eyes,

“Oh no, no. You don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry about.” Wally comforted the other cutting them off at the word sorry. He felt the others arms loosen so he took that chance and slipped out his speed already effecting him. He looked around and grimaced before he started to speed clean.

It wasn’t the best, but the moldy stuff and the gunk was gone. He had new sheets,, it was the best he could do before he got hungry which he then ran out and collected food brought it back set it on the now clean table and went back to Dick. He stood in front of him as he slowed down the world seemingly moving again. Dick stumbled now hugging thin air before looked up and lunged at Wally again. Wally wrapped his arms around the other resigned to being hugged for a while.

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Wally was standing in front of Batman, and the rest of the league. He was in civies after the suit was taken away. He glared at Bruce the man he used to look up to till he saw the what he let Dick drown in.

“Wallace, You didn’t have permiss-“ Batman started before he was interrupted by Wally,

“Are you stupid? Or just plain ignorant?” Wally crossed his arms trying to ran in his anger.

Batman didn’t respond only narrowing his eyes at Wally. The rest of the league stared at the two with shook. Barry almost melting in his seat.

“When I found Nightwing he was injured fighting alone in a fight he wasn’t gonna win. Then I took him back to his apartment only to find the place a mess. Moldy food, dirty clothes, trash, bugs everywhere. How could you let your son live in that? Did you ever check up on him? He was putting himself in an early grave because of how depressed he was. You’re his father? Least you call yourself that, then why didn’t you check on your son?” Wally ranted, the league having a mixed reaction, some shocked, others angry. Batman was silent not an emotion on his face.

“Yeah! It means.. be respectful of others bubble’s and no ghost things! Also don’t tell other people of things I shouldn’t know about them but I do know-“ Danny licked off the last bit of the ectopop enjoying the melting ecto in his mouth. He then gave a short scream as Jazz attacked him with the cold wipe. Cleaning off the ecto off his face and hands. She took the popsicle stick and wrapped the wipe around it and put it in the diaper bag.

“That’s right, now I know you’re not as old as you used to. And I don’t know your mental age right now. But I promise you won’t get in trouble if you do have an accident or something you would describe as childish.” Jazz stood up picking up the backpack in her hand and putting one strap over her arm and walked out of the stall. Where she was hiding when she noticed Danny looked dizzy and a bit pale. She guess it was the old ectoplasm in the air that he was absorbing. She guessed right and when Danny ate the emergency Ectopops he went right by back to normal.

She sat Danny in the bathroom sink and put the bag to the other side of him. Her body was in front of him so he couldn’t fall off the counter. As she washed her hands getting rid of her own stickiness Danny had put on her. Then she put the bag on both her shoulders and picked Danny up resting him on her hip Danny arm wrapping around her forearm instantly.

Danny was looking around as all babies did as Jazz walked out the bathroom pulling out her phone to look at her schedule.

“Okay, first is introductory psychology. Which in in building F.” Jazz mumbled to herself looking up and putting her phone back in her pocket and started to walk through the dorms.

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“Danny, you remember what happened last time you chewed on a pen?” Jazz asked looking over at her brother who was sitting in the seat next to herself. The chair was pulled closer and a random assortment of things were on the table in front of him.

“It explodes in my mouth..” Danny frowned taking the pen out his mouth. The pen had many teeth marks.

‘Well that explains the blue mouth of the kid..’ Tim thought to himself he was two chairs back a bit higher than the two siblings. He had started to wonder about the stained blue mouth and the blue marks on his hands and around his mouth. Even the kids teeth were stained blue.

Tim was in introductory Psychology as his minor. He needed to know more about what was going on in peoples head. It would help with many things.. even learn some tricks he could use on his siblings maybe? He was majoring in astronomy weirdly. Tim knows just about anything on Earth but when it came to the stars he was admittedly lacking.

He was curious about the kid when he overheard the kids sister suggested to the kid about asking the astronomy professor if he could sit in during a class as the kid was incredibly bored in the psychology classes. Danny, names were also learned from his eavesdropping, looked at his sister like she hung the stars which Tim didn’t doubt that to him, she did.

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Oh. My. Clockwork. Jazzy has the best ideas! And Profess Brunn is so nice! She says I can sit in on a lesson and if I’m good I can do it again! Jazzy just dropped me off at the classroom and gave me to Profess she sat me down in the front row so she can keep in eye on me. I asked if I could ask and answer questions and she said yes!

“All right guys! Since we just came back from break we’re gonna be getting back into it with our last lesson! I’m gonna do a review on last lesson and then hand out a paper. It will be worth a grade so please actually try” Professor Brunn started the class with energy most of the class didn’t have.

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Who the hell is this kid?!

Tim stared at the laptop with a blank face. He was in the front of the class staring at the paper taped to the board. Usually he wouldn’t bother but that kid, Danny, finished quickly and even asked if there was more. The professor sent out the five best grades to encourage or something. Usually Tim was first.. but he wasn’t this time.

Or the next. Or even the next before that.

It was fine because it was just the one class for almost a week. Then that kids name just started to show up more and more on each list. Till on every class Tim took it was Danny Fenton first and Timothy Drake second. Jasmine Fenton third usually second before Danny appeared.

Tim was genuinely questioning if he was mind controlled. Did he get a concussion and not notice? Did he have a chip in his brain that made him stupider? Was he losing his mind? Did he need to start sleeping more regularly.? Did he need to cut down his caffeine intake? He only drank a few coffees a day.. not including the energy drinks. But- but. What’s happening to him?!

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“What’s going on with Drake?” Damian scowled as he looked over to Grayson next to him. He was standing behind Drake with Grayson after he had been called to pick up Drake after he had picked up Damian from school. Damian followed his brother’s gaze to Professor Smith, the engineering professor, who was at his desk looked at them with amusement.

“He was second place in the scoring this week, he’s been staring at the paper for maybe half an hour after class ended” Professor Smith told the brothers

“So?” Dick shrugged looking back to his brother putting a hand on Tim’s shoulder which snapped the other out of his despair, “It wouldn’t be the first time,”

“Yeah, but this time it’s been multiple weeks and to the same kid. A four year old to be exact” Professor Smith added before looking to door as someone knocked and it was opened

“Sorry, Danny here forgot his notebook in here” Jazz held open the door for her little brother to slip in and run to a table that had a black notebook with stars draw on it. Jazz held her hand out for Danny to take it as he came back. Danny turned and waved to the Professor as the door shut after them

“Danny, the child genius, has beaten Timothy here.. five weeks in a row now in this class. But Danny only came to the campus after Christmas break. But I’m guessing the number will only continue to grow,” Professor Smith continued as he watched the door shut and the two other wall away through the door window.

“God damn it- The fuck are you even supposed to be?” Jason glared at the being pulled his brother up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Ghost, like you.?” The being spoke it looked awkward and it was picking at its nails similar to a kid.

“Like me? The fuck you know about me. I ain’t know you and you don’t know me. Actually let’s keep it that way. Fuck off back to wherever the hell you came from-“ Jason adjusted his helmet onto his head and looked around for his guns and the Dickheads sticks. Ignoring that panicking face of the being.

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“God damn it- The fuck are you even supposed to be?” His son- his baby.. he can’t believe that his baby is right in front of him.. the very same one that he held all night when they wouldn’t stop crying.. the very same one that had explosive poops almost every night. Okay he didn’t miss that part. Or the other.. but he missed when he could look at his baby in the bed sleeping as laugh at the small snores that reminded him of his father’s. Or even the smile the kid had whenever he got back from work and picked him up from the neighbors.. oh god.. he really fucked up.. he gave his child away because of how selfish he was.

Back on track- wait did his kid not know he was a ghost? Actually he couldn’t judge. He didn’t either.. kinda really just thought he gained meta powers and not died.

“Ghost, like you.?” Danny said to his kid he felt so damn awkward.. he knew he should be more confident- being the king god thing of basically all does that to one. Take Pariah Dark for example. He was ugly yet still had the confidence to speak like he was the toughest guy around. Good reasons too, at the time he was the toughest guy around. Ghost? Guy? Same thing. No it’s not..

“Like me? The fuck you know about me. I ain’t know you and you don’t know me. Actually let’s keep it that way. Fuck off back to wherever the hell you came from-“ His kid truly hadn’t had a clue what he- wait. No, no, no he can’t lose his kid again. He already lost the rest of his friends and family he can’t lose his kid. Sure he had the ghosts and Ellie but this was his kid! The same kid that he held for three hours straight the night before he had to give his child away. He couldn’t let go again he couldn’t- wouldn’t. He knows where he is now- his core! He almost forgot! He needs to do something about that-

“No!” Danny yelled a bit louder than he wanted. His kid looked over at him his face was covered by the helmet thing. Why was his kid wearing that? “I mean- Your core it’s malnourished. You stay like that any longer you’ll- uh.. I don’t know I didn’t pay that much attention to Frostbite. But you need help-“

“My core? That fuck is a core, also back the fuck up.” His baby- grown up baby.. he didn’t see his baby grow up- held up the gun he had found on the ground pointing it at Danny,

“Oh- sorry” Danny floated back a bit he didn’t even notice that he got closer, “Your core, it’s basically your soul, mind, and organ in a tiny ball. It’s malnourished because- your parent was horrible and didn’t get you your ectoplasm!”

Danny was a horrible parent wasn’t he? He horrible, horrendous, good for nothing parent. Oh.. he shouldn’t ruin his baby’s unlife anymore than he did. He should just fix his core make sure he is okay and leave. Is it getting hard to breathe or is that just him..? He could feel his core crying out to his baby’s core.. he couldn’t leave him again. He couldn’t but he had to. His baby had a life that wasn’t with him. He needed to respect that.. the lump in his throat didn’t go away.. in fact only got worse at the thought.

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“No!” The being yelled. It scared Jason. It was like his insides, his brain.. the pits wanted to go up to the being and hug it. Like it could fix all his problems with just a hug and a few words.. like he felt when he got those faint memories of his bio dad. He was told he was adopted or given away by his bio dad to his mom. His Ma explained that his dad, better than the Willis, His dad had wanted nothing more than to keep him. But he was in big trouble and made the decision to give him away for his safety. Lot of good that did. Sometimes he wondered what his life would be like if his dad didn’t give him away. Would he be happier? Would he have different siblings? Would he be in college and become a lit major? Or even an author? Would he have died..? Would his dad avenge him unlike Bruce.? Is his dad even alive..?

“I mean- Your core it’s malnourished. You stay like that any longer you’ll- uh.. I don’t know I didn’t pay that much attention to Frostbite. But you need help-“ The being continued, who the hell was Frostbite? Jason didn’t care enough to ask. He needed to not be near the thing that made him think so clearly.

“My core? That fuck is a core, also back the fuck up.” Jason almost relaxed his body with how close the being got. He needed to not be here. At all. Away.

“Oh- sorry” The being floated back even apologized, “Your core, it’s basically your soul, mind, and organ in a tiny ball. It’s malnourished because- your parent was horrible and didn’t get you your ectoplasm!”

“My parents were fucking awesome! My Ma was the best mother I could’ve asked for- Sure my adoptive dad was shitty as hell. But my Ma told me even my bio dad loved me like a life line. That he gave me up for my safety! Fuck even the only damn picture I had of my father he looked at baby me like a was the best thing in the world!” Jason snapped he knew he didn’t turn out like Dick or even fucking replacement, the picture perfect son but he knew his Ma and Dad loved him like they were supposed to. The only picture he had of his Dad was destroyed in the explosion. The picture was of his Dad, the somewhat skimpy black haired with white at the nape man, the blue eyed the was cold but looked at him with warmth, the man that had a scar on his lip and inhuman sharp teeth man holding a two or three year old Jason who was sleeping in his fathers lap. He loved that picture like it was the last bit of air on earth. He reminded him that he had someone out there that loved him out of the streets, when he was fighting with Bruce, when he was an idiot and got himself killed.. fuck.. he even tried to yell for him when he was laying on the cold concrete covered in his own blood after the Joker left him.

The being looked at him with wide eyes, it tilted his head and his mouth open a bit like he was gonna say something. That’s when Jason noticed it. The scar on the beings lip. The exact same scar that he used to look for on every man in Gotham when he was younger. The same scar that he looked at for years in the picture of his father. The same scar he wanted to give himself just to have something to remember him.

“Wait-“ Jason started his voice cracked, like a fucking teenager. Then the fucking man himself, Batman, broke through the window making Jason look at him then back over at the being in a panic only to see nothing but an empty room. Not even the summoning circle was there. The only evidence left was Wickham..

Holy ancients, that’s my child. That’s baby JayJay. And he has a core. A dying core. I did that. I left him to stave..

“My king? Is something wrong?” Okay I’m grateful to you for bringing me here but shut up space man. Danny looked down to the summoner and with a flick of his wrist the man tumbled to the ground like a bag of bricks.

Danny floated up and flew to the edge of the summoning circle looking down to see what shields the summoner had put.. only there weren’t any and Danny concludes that they were a complete baboon.

Danny walked out the circle and to his child. His ectoplasm was rancid, old and stale. From his core trying to absorb ectoplasm without the ability to clean it.

Danny bent down in front of Jay, “Hello, Ghostling” Danny said in fake confidence.

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Jason was not panicking he would like to point that out. He was merely trying not to yell. Or scramble back away from the being. Who was just crouching down in front of him. The being put its hand on his shoulder. It was cold yet warm at the same time. Like how one would feel after getting out a cold refreshing pool into the warm air.

“Hello, Ghostling” The being spoke to him, it was comforting and softer then how he spoke to Wickham.

..

Ghostling? The fuck was a Ghostling? Why did he have to be a ling? He’d much rather be just a ghost. Not ghostLING. That makes him sound like a child. Which he was a few years older than that.

Then Jason’s body felt cold and lightless then the ropes on his arms were off and his arms are free. Jason immediately scrambled back bragging his older brother in the process not taking his eyes of the floating man as he untied the vigilante.

“Ow- cramp,” Dickhead groaned as rolled to the floor holding onto his foot. With his now free hands. “I hate being tied up, Little Wing- holy smokes you’re not human.” Dick had fixed his mask as it was slipped down from sweat earlier blinding him. His eyes focused on the being that had floated back looking between the two vigilantes.

“No I am not, mostly at least.” The being shrugged looking at the two with a sly smile like he knew something the other two did not.

“Mostly.?” Dick repeated in a mumble sitting up

“What the fuck are you? Why do you quiet the pits?” Jason spoke as he stood up dragging Nightwing up with him.

“The pits? What are the pits.?” The being spoke with a tilt of its head.

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What are the pits? Should Danny comfort him? Oh it was so much easier when the kid barely had the ability to think. He missed the baby Jay. Now it’s big Jay. He certainly took after his grandpa. Guess it skips a generation..

“The pits? What are the pits.?” Danny asked his kid tilting his head in confusion. The pits.. pits? Armpits? No doubt it’s that. Mud pits? Danny gave up on trying to guess whatever a pit was. He was more concerned at the stale ectoplasm in his son. Could he even call him that anymore.?

“The Lazarus Pits! The bright green liquid that was used to summon you!” Jay grew angry? He doesn’t feel that angry.. his core is panicking? Does this Lazarus Pits force emotions? Or amplify it?

“You mean ectoplasm?” Danny asked glancing over at the other vigilante other than his son. He didn’t have a core, so he was still alive and mortal. He did however look atrociously high. Or drugged.

“What- you mean that shit from ghostbusters?” Jay seemed to relax? Maybe Danny’s clean ectoplasm is filtering into his system.

“If I had a hotdog for every time I heard that sentence. I’d have enough to start a war with the vegetables.” Danny floated up into a sitting position crossing his ankles.

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Man, I miss Wally. He’d pay attention to me.. but no. I’m here listening to sparkly king dude and my Little Wing talk about something I could barely make out. Hotdogs? I’m hungry.

“Hotdogs..? Ain’t the saying dollar? War- what are you talking about-“ Little Wing said from beside me. King sparkles was looking at me. King sparkles kinda reminds him of little Jay.

“I think your friend is drugged.. looks like a second away from passing out.” King sparkles gestured to me, then Jason looked at me.

I’m gonna throw up.. Is that bad?

“Oh finally! I’ll get to summon my king to this blasted world” Wickham stepped back from his summoning circle with a wicked grin, “If only my king didn’t have such strange needs to be summoned..” Wickham looked over to the vigilantes and moved in front of them his hands folding behind his back

“I guess you guys don’t know what I’m summoning do y’all?” Oh great.. he’s about to go on a rant.. “Don’t worry! You’ll find out soon!” Wickham turned to his circle again and stood in front of it. He got down to his knees bowing his head and bringing his hands together. He started to speak, a language Jason had never heard, and by the sounds of it neither had Dick.

The circle started to glow the Lazarus green. Jason felt like he couldn’t breathe. The weight of the ritual was suffocating, and despite feeling like he could grasp Wickham's words, they remained nonsensical.

Strangely enough, Jason couldn’t understand what he was feeling. It felt like longing for something that he never had.. like a warm hug from his father, Willis. He could feel excitement and yearning for the green to overcome the room and cover him in the comfort of.. the distant memory of singing and the cold of a rooftop.

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Despite what many had assumed of Danny, he quite enjoyed the summonings. They weren’t too often and gave him an excuse to leave his boring meetings. When he felt the pull of a summons he grinned and waved to the idiot ghosts that were arguing in front of him and disappeared.

He opened his eyes seeing the usual scene of his summonings.. ignoring the strangely dressed mortals that were tied up near the wall.

“King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of space and the unknown, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Honored of the Far Frozen, Knight of-“ The summoner listed off. Danny sighed he should really get rid of most of the titles..

“Blah- Blah- Blah. What do you want, Mortal..”Danny asked looking down at the summoner and hesitated at the end seeing the slight transparency of him..

The summoner stopped speaking and bowed further to the ground, “My King! I ask that you cleanse this cursed world and take it for your own! With me as your trust-“ Danny once again interrupted

“I’m good, already own this dimension. It’s only one of the infinite-“ Danny groaned before he froze.. this dimension.. it was his home dimension. The very same he was born in and dead. The same he protected with his undead life when ghosts invaded his town.. The same he left his child in to live in..

“My liege?” The summoner spoke up hesitantly glancing up at the halfa.

Danny didn’t bother to acknowledge the mortal. He was to distracted by the small very similar essence to his own only a few steps away. He looked to the tied up mortals and stared at the one that had a red helmet. The red helmet stared back his core begging for help and the support of its paternal core essence.

When Danny was first introduced to the idea of being king he was put in lessons by the many leaders around the realms. First was with Frostbite, the Leader of the Far Frozen, who taught him the biology and science behind ghost. Embarrassingly, he also had to sit through the sex talk once again. But from what he was taught when a ghost has a child or Ling short for Ghostling. That Ling would be connected to its parents or parent for ectoplasm as it would be to young to absorb ectoplasm on its own. The steady stream of ectoplasm would be used to power the young ghostlings core and nurture it to start absorbing ectoplasm on its own. The connection also helped the parent when they needed the location of their ling or just wanted to check up on them. The connection was like a cellphone that only connected to the child to the parent. It told them the location, needs, even if the Ling needed extra ectoplasm. It could be used for a call to come or even a scream for help.

When Danny was younger he had a kid.. the baby was an accident that he didn’t know about till it was left on his doorstep with a letter saying it was his. He called the kid his Baby JayJay short for Jason. He couldn’t feel a core inside the child so he assumed that Jay didn’t inherit his ghostly habits. So he didn’t form the connection between their cores, he didn’t want to hurt the still living soul of his baby by feeding it unneeded ectoplasm. Danny couldn’t stay in his dimension however.. due to the active laws against his kind. And he didn’t want to drag his child into something he didn’t need to be apart of. So he forced down his core wants and said goodbye to his baby JayJay. Then left for the infinite realms to be crowned and ever wondering what happened to his baby.

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Jason couldn’t describe the feeling when he saw the being Wickham had summon finally appear.

It was a human body despite the many not human things. Their hair was a snow white and their eyes glowed a bright green. The clothes they wore had similarities of kings clothing it was a black with gold accents and a star covered cape. The cape floated like it went beyond gravity which Jason assume it did. The man had sharp canines and pointed ears. His hair floated similar to his cape, defying gravity. The feet of the being faded to invisible as it reached the floor. The glowing green flickering off to blue crown on the beings head drooped back a the being landed on the ground.

“King of the Infinite Realms, Ancient of space and the unknown, Defeater of Pariah Dark, Honored of the Far Frozen, Knight of-“ Wickham started before being interrupted by the being.. King Phantom?

“Blah- Blah- Blah. What do you want, Mortal..” The kings voice was echoey and smooth, Jason swore he heard the voice before.

“My King! I ask that you cleanse this cursed world and take it for your own! With me as your trust-“ Do Wickham was a stereotypical cultist. Only wanting one thing that will likely never gain. The being interrupted him again.

“I’m good, already own this dimension. It’s only one of the infinite-“ The king rolled their eyes before they froze their voice stopping with them. They were looking off into the distance so Jason could only guess the being realized something.

Wickhams voice felt muffled when Jason heard him as the being looked straight at him and Jason stared back.