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One bird in my neighborhood starts chirping at 4am, way earlier than the other birds in my neighborhood. If you think about it, it’s actually really annoying, and it probably pisses off the other birds too, including me, who isn’t even a bird.
Ok it really depends on the type of bird. Most birds are edible and safe to eat if you cook them thoroughly but aren’t very filling due to their small size.
However, crows and songbirds are often the hosts of many mosquito borne viruses (like the West Nile virus) but are more likely to kill/maim/attack you to avenge their fallen friend. And everyone knows what is up with the pigeons.
Here is a list of birds and the viruses they carry.
before we start posting that july is gay wrath month let’s consider that july is disability pride month first and foremost. the “be gay do crimes” memes can wait
before this post breaches containment and people start going “why not both hehehe” i want you to seriously consider the very long history of disabled people’s existence being pushed aside and/or seen as secondary. i promise you it’s not going to hurt to hold onto the memes and give disabled people space for visibility and celebration.
i say this as a disabled trans person whose trans identity is made front-and-center to the (mainly cis) people who know i’m trans but my identity as a disabled person is brushed off by the very same people.
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
grace, who has been alone for five minutes: oh my god. an alien! im not alone anymore! i hope he wants to be friends :)
rocky, coming up on 50 years of solitude, imprinting on grace in ways baby ducklings can only dream of: if you leave me to sleep where i can't watch your heart beat i am blowing up this tunnel with us both in it
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Because Bruce is a emergency foster sometimes he temporarily takes in kids with no place to go, all the birds know the drill when that happens, no vigilante talk in the manor and Bruce's office is off limits (as the entrance to the Batcave is behind the grandfather clock within) So while few and far between, it isn't unusual for a kid to stay for a few months before moving on.
What wasn't expected was for a very visibly meta teenager with bright white hair, glowing green eyes and a very obvious meta suppression anklet on his left ankle.
Danny was forced to take refuge in another dimension after a reveal gone wrong, it is only until his friends and the rest of Amity park finish driving out the GIW so he can return. Staying in ghost form was just more convenient here, apparently something called metahumans were a thing here and they were protected by law! He could take advantage of his ghost's forms decreased need for food, sleep and warmth, without getting hunted down for being so visibly inhuman.
What he didn't expect was getting caught by CPS.
Escaping them wasn't a problem, he can just phase away the second they aren't looking, easy. What was a problem is when they determined him a flight risk and slapped a high tech cuff on his ankle that somehow suppressed his powers and prevented him from returning to human form!
This was fine, the Wayne guy seems pretty absentminded slipping out the old fashioned way shouldn't be too hard!
WHY DO GOTHAM'S VIGILANTE'S KEEP DRAGGING HIM BACK!?
Okay but like, what if in ghost form he needs his powers to speak? It's pretty common thing in media for it to be impossible to hear or understand ghosts without some kind of intervention.
Because if Danny could speak he could clear things up with a "hey, this ankle bracelet is killing me," it wouldn't be too far fetched for him to tell them that. He's under the impression that the Wayne's are dumb and very very rich they wouldn't want a stain like that on their reputation. The bats wouldn't chance something like this even if they thought Danny was lying. None of them would want to be responsible for the death of a child in their care. Danny's desperate attempts at escape would just convince them farther that they're telling the truth.
If we go the angst route with Danny's halfa status things can be dragged in a totally different direction.
Danny being stuck in his ghost form doesn't bode to well for him. I'd like to think both halves work with eachother even when one is being used but the ankle bracelet...
The ankle bracelet cuts him off from not only his powers but his human half. He can't speak, no sound comes out. He can't properly breath, he can't eat/ process the nutrients he needs, he can barely sleep because he can feel his human half dieing! Nothing is working as it's supposed to and Danny realizes his situation is growing more and more dire with every moment that passes.
It's like tying off a limb with rubber bands and slowly watching it die. The panic for him would be immeasurable.
Better yet if his human half actually dies the cuff stops working and Danny turns to a batfam member and says the first words he's ever spoken to them.
"You've killed me," Before collapsing in his human form dead. His ghost core too busy trying to regenerate a new human form too keep form because his core has been specifically designed to be integrated with a human form.
We can go with Danny's core being super weird too!
Like, the crucial part is wrapped around his heart and that's all normal. But thin, root like strand spreading out from it. Integrating with his entire body, intertwined with his nervous and circulatory sytems.
Our cells can just up and collectively decide that "hey, this sucks I don't wanna do this let's do something else" and then we have cancer or something. Hell, some diseases are only as fatal as they are because they use our immune systems tactics against us! I think Malaria goes full on Ennard and hides inside the carcasses of cells it kills.
A ghost core integrated properly is ruthlessly efficient with both physical injuries and disease immunity in general. It has all the information our brain has and is like
"this is extremely counterproductive why are useless organs taking up space? They can explode!??? Why don't we regrow teeth," this goes on for months until the core just sighs and goes. "Hold on let me fix this, you don't need to cook us alive to kill infections just- let me do something real quick,"
Ghost cores fucking optimize, but they can only do so much.
I'm Imagining the batfam doing an autopsy and finding blueish green vines overgrown filling every empty space of his body. His core's desperate attempts to feed his human half and keep it alive.
The batfam can see the vines that didn't die directly after Danny did, attempting to fix damage and it's heart breaking because it's trying so hard to fix it.
@noxcheshire you've got it my friend. Angst you shall receive.
Imagine the fighting, the absolute anguish the family would feel knowing that they played a part in killing this child. Knowing that this child had likely been in so much agony as he slowly died due to their unknowing negligence.
Jason standing over his own grave staring down at the dirt knowing damn well he had unintentionally helped torture a child to death. It had to be painful, there were vines growing everywhere, dead and gnarled where they gave all their energy in a futile attempt to save the poor kid. Danny hadn't done anything wrong he rightfully didn't want to live with someone who didn't know what he needed.
Everyone knows it's the ankle bracelet that killed him or at least they theorized it did. Nobody wanted to be at fault not completely that is. They'd beat themselves up about it cursing that they didn't see the signs and take the damn thing off him. Even when Danny attempted to saw his leg off they'd been too scared he'd run before they could help him that they had become the catalyst to his death.
They have Danny's corpse and it's rotting, foul and a reminder of what they did. The rock nestled in the childs chest kept glowing though the only living vines forcing his lungs to suck in air; squeezing and pushing blood through veins as if trying to coax the child back to the realm of the living.
Lmao!! My bad! Don’t worry Danny’s not perma dead.
Damian was an older foster brother for a mere 37 days. It feels like a failure to him that Danny died of something so preventable. It was a failure on their part for not realizing there was another reason for Danny’s desperate escape attempts. Maybe if it weren’t for the Chaos of a recent Arkham breakout they would’ve been more attentive? They sure as hell were attentive now that it’s seemingly too late.
The body is rotting but Damian’s the first to notice the core isn’t as dead as the body despite the withered vines crumbling in his maggot infested chest. There’s a dim glow hidden by the human looking heart it engulfed. New vines hadn’t grown and old ones had died off leading to the hope crushing despair of their family who desperately wished to take things back. He gets grounded when he tries to pull it out.
Tim agrees with Damian on the sheer basis of a theory. He was morbidly curious the integration with the nervous system was so intricate. It’s by sheer coincidence that he discovered the core was producing something similar to brainwaves.
It’s attempting to connect and send information back and forth with the corpse. Trying to send out more vines but they can’t fight the decomposition the body is too broken, too weak. It’s when Jason says he can feel an overwhelming agony radiating off the rock does Tim decidechi to do something. He does the obvious thing anyone would do. He cuts the rock free slicing away the veins still attached. Within a few hours, the core is attempting to create new blood but there nowhere for it to go so now they have a rock that may or may not have the consciousness of a child in it that’s slowly oozing blood.
Tim decides to make a clone (as one does when your foster brother is dead) not just any clone. Really it’s just a corpse, a husk, a damaged one at that. Tim figures that the core can’t create a new body by itself and if it could it would use a detremental amount of energy doing it but shoving the core into his chest and hoping things go well seems like bad idea. He made sure the husk was missing non vital organs as the core’s response to coming in contact with it’s own DNA is to attempt to share information with the nervous system and fix problems with the physical body.
It takes a year for the core to properly intergrate with husk properly.
Danny wakes up in cave in pain with an overwhelming sensation that everything is new despite remembering everything. The bats surround him, he’s confused why they’re so relieved by Danny’s safety. They aren’t his family. Danny didn’t have a family. They helped kill him.
The fluff is good but I don't think we talked enough about the horror that is living inside a dying body.
A body dont just shut down, it's a progress, a painfull one, one that is stretch further than it ever shoud because of Danny funky anatomy
First there is a cut in the oxygen intake, this causes pain the chest area, some among of dizziness and lower energy levels. Than the pain increases, the muscle becomes more and more rigid, the energy level drops even more as food becomes harder do eat and digest, second problem emerge from the multiple deficiencies. The pain increases. Thinking is hard and hallucinations may start to happen because of the lack of nutrients, air and function as the brain, too, start to die.
Getting out of bed hurts
It's getting even harder to breath as movement lower every passing day. Eating, moving, brathing and anything that pulls a muscle becomes harder and harder, more and more painful. It fells like you drowning. But drowning is better, because at lest there are no vivid hallucinations playing before your eyes, in your ears, on your skin. remembering things also become impossible as your brain slowly loses the ability to create memories, and those that are created are filled with horrors and pain.
You lost what days is weeks ago, you don't know the hour either.
Maybe, if you're lucky, by the time you only have a few days left, your nervous system is so deteriorated that you won't be able to feel any pain anymore, that your brain has turned so much into mush that it can't register anything anymore, that most part of the body is so deeply necrotic that theres simplicity nothing more to fell
But seeing that Danny could still speak be the end of it I don't think he had such luck.
Oh Danny was absolutely mentally present the entire time. I was listening to a vid about locked-in syndrome when I first added to the post. Because being aware as you’re slowly approaching your death is one thing. But not being able to tell anyone? Being trapped in your own body like that? It’s terrifying to think that it can actually happen in real life.
I feel like the symptoms Danny’s experiencing make this so much worse. Because it’s possible for the batfam to see what’s happening to Danny. They are watching him slowly deteriorate, hallucinating and walking around like a zombie. But they don’t take the ankle monitor off. They know Danny’s never hurt anyone with his powers but they still haven’t taken it off. Were they so worried about their secret identities that they’d slowly watch a child die just to keep him from escaping? They might not be able to see what’s happening to his human half but anyone with a brain could tell something was going on with Danny.
Imagine being brutally tortured to death because cps decided you were a “flight risk,” And your foster family were either to dumb or too cruel to save him.
I can’t say Danny would be too happy to hear the accomplices to his murder had the audacity to mourn him. To give him a tombstone but keep his rotting carcass in their basement to poke and prod at for weeks. Danny wouldn’t go all supervillain about it (Dan trauma) but he’s definitely not going to be a part of this pity party. He’s not going to give them “closure” for their stupidity and he’s definitely not going to play happy family with them. He never wants to see these people again.
YALL ARE FORGETTING!!! HE WAS ONLY MEANT TO BE THERE TEMPORARILY! HE WAS MEANT TO GO BACK TO HJS FRIENDS AND FAMILY AND HIS TOWN, BUT THEY KEPT HIM THERE AS HE DIED AND SHUT DOWN AND WATCHED AS HIS CORE DESPERATELY TRIED TO HEAL HIS DEAD BODY!
Danny hasn’t been seen by anyone but the bat’s for over a year! The Wayne’s are celebrities, so even if Danny wasn’t showing up on camera or was a big part of the Wayne family shenanigans, it was definitely known to a significant amount of people + the people who placed Danny with them that the Wayne’s were fostering a new child.
And even if Danny’s deteriorating condition was kept a secret (Sadly crap like this happens a lot irl so I can’t say it’s unrealistic that nobody checked up on him further) A whole year of not being seen wouldn’t just raise suspicions it’d sound the alarms full blast!!!
… That boy’s 100% pronounced dead.
There’s a tombstone & everything!
That gives Danny even more reason to be pissed cause not only was he tortured to death, he potentially missed his only opportunity to go home in his friends life time. (if we’re playing on the rules that the Ghost Zone is very finicky with it’s portal’s outside Danny’s home dimension.)
I would have made it that Duke wasn’t there to be mad about him having a suppresser anklet, he was out of town with a mission not able to talk to the others. I do not believe he would be okay with any meta not causing harm to be wearing one.
Like if they could prove it was a better idea to stay with them and actually try to talk to him.
Like sure they were busy but not attempt any form of communication? He isn’t deaf. Just temporarily mute.
Did they try to eat with him? Did they try to bond with him? Give him stuff for his room?
To make him feel safe? Did they think about WHY he is doing anything? At all?
Duke would hate the suppressor and would rather he be a flight risk. He would TALK to him and have a paper for him to write his response. Teach him ASL because they ALL KNOW it.
Cass isn’t usually home either. Dick and Jason don’t live with Bruce, neither does Steph or Barbra.
Duke wasn’t home when this happened. Tim has his own place he usually goes to if it isn’t work and only sometimes goes to the manor. The only ones that was consistently there was Bruce, Alfred, and Damian.
It's the name of the game to get injured being Phantom. Late nights or early mornings in different friends houses or in his own bathtub, patching up injuries with hissed exhales and clenched teeth.
Tucker has seen him missing a good chunk of his shoulder. Sam's stitched up his wounds; jutting slashes of his stomach before finals. Jazz has seen the worst— the wounds inflicted by their parents— and her fingers only shook minorly while applying ecto-burn cream.
No one outside of their friend group really notices. Long-sleeved shirts are shields and his reputation is his wielded weapon.
He just... kinda assumes it's the same everywhere as it is in Amity Park.
When Danny is forced into a Wayne gala as a begrudging plus-one to Vlad, and Sam weasels into joining them through pure spite and manipulation.
It's downright miserable, especially since he and Vlad had duked it out barely minutes before they stepped through the extravagant doors. Their usual spat made him feel weak and his hands and arms were stinging like crazy, even in human form.
Sam drags him into an empty room the moment she sees him, and only then did Danny notice that he's bleeding. His clenched fists had hid it initially, but now there's red and green tinged blood spreading and smearing on his hands.
"Where am I bleeding now?" Danny questions, almost sounding like he's whining. It's deeply resigned, exasperated, and definitely frustrated.
It's not the first time where he has millions of cuts or injuries and he doesn't know where he's bleeding from.
He instinctually removes his scratchy dress shirt to see if there's more damage on his arms. Scars criss-cross around his entire upper body, and there's more serious burns and cuts than he'd assumed from the fight with Vlad, but neither of the fifteen-year-olds are disturbed.
Why would they be? He's Phantom, and they've done patch-ups everywhere, dozens of times.
It's at this moment that Bruce Wayne stepped into a distant side room to take a call and comes across one Daniel Fenton and Samantha Manson.
Bruce Wayne stares at them, his phone pressed to his ear.
Danny and Sam stare at Bruce Wayne.
There is a tiny stream of blood that Danny can feel running down his arm like a raindrop on a car window, and Sam's hands pressed against a burn scar on his rib. Guess he hadn't dodged one of Vlad's shots faster than he thought he did.
His stupid dress shirt is tossed over to the side, wrinkled on the floor and very noticeably bloodstained in the places he had been injured. The only reason nobody else had noticed was because he'd been saved by the stupid jacket he'd been forced to wear.
None of that really fuckin' matters though because Bruce freakin' Wayne is right there, staring at the two of them with a gobsmacked expression. Danny really wants to disappear right about now.
"Shit," he breathes, and bites back a wince at the way it lances a sting of pain up his lungs, "I thought you locked the door."
"So did I." Sam says, equally as faint as he. He bets they're wearing the same dumbstruck looks on their faces.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Think fast, Fenton! What can he do to get out of this?
"Do you take bribes?" He blurts out.
That portal should've killed him completely the first time around, fuck! Danny grimaces. Bribes? BRIBES?!
Sam makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat, and her nails dig into his skin tightly. Danny hisses through his teeth and suppresses the urge to flinch away. "You want to bribe Bruce Wayne!?"
"I don't know!" He twists his head around to stare at her, "How much money you got?"
Sam makes another strangled noise, and hisses: "Not that much!"
Danny turns back around and stares widely at Wayne. Wayne, who still has his phone to his ear and hasn't dropped the gobsmacked expression and-- still has the door open!
It's Danny's turn to make a noise in the back of his throat, and it's far more high pitched than Sam's, and a lot more distressed. "Close the door!" It's bad enough that one person already saw him in a pathetic state, he doesn't want the whole party to know! He can't explain this!
He starts scrambling to his feet just as his command registers in Wayne's head, and the man blinks once, twice and then turns and slams the door shut. Then the lock clicks.
Danny's not sure whether or not to feel relieved about that. Sam grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him back down to the ground.
"Bruce?" A voice through the phone calls, "Is everything alright? I heard yelling."
"Hm?" Wayne goes, turning around to face them again. Danny keeps eye contact with him while Sam resumes whatever she's doing with his injuries. There's a noticeable hurriedness in her hands.
Danny gives Wayne his best pleading look.
Wayne looks away from him, his mouth pursing. Danny tries to intensify his pleading look, and sees in real time as Wayne begins to break. Like a sandstone getting soaked in water, he begins to crumble.
"Bruce?"
"...I'll call you back." Wayne says, hitting a button on the screen and ending the phone call right then and there. Danny's shoulders slump--which sends a biting pain down his side.
Wayne shoves his phone into his pocket, opens his mouth to speak, and Danny beats him to the punch before he can: "How much money do you want?"
"What?!"
"Danny!"
Screw it! He's committing to this! Danny grits his teeth and whirls back around on Sam again, "Sam! Give me your wallet!"
"I told you!" Sam says, "I don't have that much money!"
"Then give me my phone!" It's in his jacket pocket, and that's out of his reach. He'd use his telekinesis to pull it towards him, but Wayne is right there! "I'll text Vlad!" It's his fault this is even a problem!
Sam scoffs at him, and presses on his burn wound. "You think Vlad's gonna help you out here?"
"He's gonna have to!" Normally Danny's a lot more levelheaded than this, but unfortunately this is not a normal situation. "He can bribe Bruce Wayne for us!"
"You think Vlad is gonna bribe Bruce Wayne?"
"I'll bribe Vlad," He hisses, it wouldn't be that hard! It'd be embarrassingly easy, actually! He'd just have to sacrifice some of his own pride for it, but that's a cost he's willing to take if it means that this doesn't get out.
Because it just hit him that his reputation doesn't extend past Amity, and this is totally gonna get out.
"You're gonna bribe Vlad to bribe Bruce Wayne." Sam says incredulously, and Danny makes a frustrated sound through his nose. "You think that's gonna work?"
"I think you're forgetting that he's obsessed with me." He can bribe Vlad with spending time with him every weekend for a month, hell maybe even two!
"And I think you're forgetting that he's the reason you're like this at all."
"Excuse me?" Oh, Danny did not like that tone Wayne said that in. He looks back at Wayne and finds him staring the two of them down with an expression Danny can only describe as angry and vaguely protective.
Ohhh that's right, he's still there.
Wayne's brows furrow and he looks between Sam and Danny, eyes intermittently looking down to the various scars making cross stitch across his skin. And the blood smeared over him. Can't forget the blood.
"Vlad?" Wayne says, he takes a step towards them, "as in Vlad Masters? Did Vlad Masters do this?"
Uhhhhh-- Danny blinks widely.
"Do you take cash or credit?"
Bruce Wayne makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat.
“I’m not asking for details,” Bruce replies evenly. “I’m asking to understand the risk.”
Danny laughs, short and humorless. “Risk’s kinda his whole thing.”
That does not help.
Bruce’s jaw tightens.
“Does he touch you?” Bruce asks.
Danny chokes.
Sam makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a swear. “Jesus—”
“No,” Danny blurts immediately, too fast, too loud. “No! No, not— not like that! I mean— he—”
He stops.
Because explaining Vlad without explaining ghosts is impossible.
And Bruce’s eyes sharpen at the hesitation.
Incomplete denial.
Bruce has seen that too.
“So let me get this straight,” Bruce says, keeping his voice low and controlled. “This man repeatedly puts you in dangerous situations. You leave injured. You normalize it. You assume adults won’t help you. And you believe the only way to stay safe is silence.”
Danny opens his mouth.
Closes it.
“…That’s not—” he starts, then exhales sharply. “That’s not wrong, but it’s not like you think.”
Bruce nods.
That, too, is something he’s heard before.
“Does he threaten you?” Bruce asks.
“Uhh—”
“Manipulate you?”
Danny hesitates.
Sam shoots him a look.
Danny groans. “He’s… complicated.”
Bruce’s internal alarms go from blaring to screaming.
Complicated is what kids say when they don’t have the language—or permission—to say harmful.
Bruce stands.
Not abruptly. But with intent.
“Daniel,” he says, voice firm now, “I want to be very clear about something.”
Danny tenses.
“You are not in trouble,” Bruce continues. “You are not obligated to explain anything to me. And I will not force information out of you.”
Danny swallows.
“But,” Bruce adds, eyes hard, “if an adult is fixated on you in a way that results in repeated injury—intentional or not—that is something I take seriously.”
Sam crosses her arms. “You don’t get to.”
Bruce meets her stare without flinching. “I do when it happens under my roof.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Danny shifts, uncomfortable, guilt creeping in. “He’s not— he’s not doing what you’re thinking.”
Bruce exhales slowly. “Then help me understand what he is doing.”
Danny opens his mouth.
Nothing comes out.
Because every safe explanation requires the word ghost.
Wow, he wants to think, the unbeatable tongue of Daniel Fenton has been defeated.
All he can grasp is fear at the moment, short and blinding, his inhales becoming sharper and more increased. It tugs at the injury— he should've dodged better, this was his fault now— and he presses a hand to it despite Sam's increasingly loud noises of disagreement.
"He's— Vlad. He just."
He waved his free hand wildly. It's not like he wants to defend the fruitloop, but what can he do right now?
Tell the truth?
Then what? 'Yeah, I'm just an illegal vigilante in an unknown town fighting evil ghosts. Vlad sometimes beats me up because he wants to marry my mom.'
Whoops. Here he goes to the psych ward! Thanks, Bruce Wayne! I always wanted a new pair of grippy socks!
Yeah. Snowballs chance in Hell.
Danny grabs his coat, ignoring how weird he's going to look without his shirt, and just books it to the windowsill.
"Fuck my— Danny!" Sam shouts, racing after him as he pops open the window. The goth is trying to stuff her medical items back into her bag as she runs.
The boy wriggles out, almost falling into a rosebush as he starts to run in any direction, really.
Sam is right next to him, and he hears his named called in the distance— which must've been Bruce Wayne— but they dart through a forest. Sam has abandoned her dress shoes (which wasn't really all that bad, they were terribly gaudy and useless anyway) and he almost runs into a tree.
A branch hits him in the face and he finally decides to dart behind a large trunk, his friend following.
She looks ticked, with leaves in her hair and footprints in the dress she had been tripping over.
"Danny! What were you thinking?!" She asked, sharply, tugging his jacket back off of him. They both hissed in tandem; him at the fabric being removed from the wounds, and her at the sight of his injuries. "Looks like you made it bigger and bleed more."
"Oh, joy, thanks, I was really looking forward to learning that—"
"I'm sorry, Phantom, you look like a piece of flesh was removed from your side! How dare I point it out, that your arms look like a demon cat went at them—"
Despite feeling like the trees were closing in, yet, he feels himself laugh. It pulls uncomfortably at his ribcage, but his demented (or 'traumatized', as Jazz would say) mind imagined Vlad with cat ears and a collar.
Sam just stops talking for a bit to press gauze to his side, pausing her argument to concentrate, beginning to wrap bandages, and tugs to tighten until he gives another hiss.
The reality of the situation was coming in as the adrenaline wore off, his head thunking to the rough bark. "Ohh fuck. How are we going to deal with Bruce Wayne of all people."
"I don't think bribery is going to work." Sam grumbles, continuing to unspool the bandage roll.
"Wow, I couldn't tell." He exhaled, wincing at the sting. The pain was really starting to set in now. It felt like his whole left side was on fire, and his arms didn't feel much better. "Maybe we can convince him he was hallucinating all of it."
"Um, no the fuck we can't!"
"Why not?"
"I don't know, maybe the bloody shirt in his room?!"
Before he could get out another word, he slapped a hand over Sam's mouth as he heard a rustle in the distance. She made a muffled noise of outrage before he sent her a look.
Danny almost thought he had started hallucinating, dropping his hand from Sam's mouth.
"Daniel."
Fuck. His. Life.
Plasmius loomed over the both of them, wrenching Sam away so hard she fell and stumbled into the dirt.
Looks like he was still pissed from their little spat earlier.
"Where in Gods name have you been? And where is your shirt? I paid hundreds of dollars for that."
"Well, that's your fault, you fruitloop, I said I could've just gotten it from GoodWill."
"Answer the question." He growled, red eyes flaring in the shade of the tree.
Sam sat up, looking furious. "Get away from him! You've already done enough damage, if you couldn't tell, Vlad."
Bands of ectoplasm shot out, attaching Sam to a tree as she gave a shout of anger and surprise. "Do not call me that, little girl."
Danny immediately straightened, pushing off from the tree, his own rage quickly rising. "Put her down. Now."
"Answer the question. I won't ask again, Daniel."
"Look, Bruce Wayne walked in—"
"You revealed our status to Bruce Wayne?!"
Uh oh, was all Danny could think, and then were was a steel hand at his throat, pinning him back to the tree. Plasmius looked downright murderous.
Sam screamed at him to stop, until a rope went around her mouth. Danny did his best to try kicking him off, and yet, he couldn't concentrate on going ghost. Or going intangible. His entire side and arms felt agonized and sticky as he clawed at the ghost.
"No— ack— I did'n—"
"I am not a patient man. First you insult and demean my authority, then you cause a useless fight and make us to be late, and now you're risking our identities?"
Danny's vision was getting black spots as he could barely breathe, lungs on fire.
I'm so dead, was all he thought, seeing Sam's terrified eyes and thrashing figure. Maybe I should've stuck with Bruce Wayne for a little longer.
There was a flash of something in his peripherals, and he was released from Vlad's grip with a watery gasp.
There were large, warm hands grasping at him, and he lashed out again, trying to kick them away.
His ears ringing lessened, and he pried his eyes back open, only to see Bruce fucking Wayne over his crumpled and pathetic self.
"Lad. Daniel. Breathe," He instructed, gently prying his own hands away from his neck to survey the damage.
There was a smack sound next to him, and he turned his head momentarily to see Sam, flushed with fury and holding a large branch over Plas— wait, Vlad's body.
She hit him again, until Bruce Wayne reached out a hand and grabbed the stick, yet his gaze didn't stray from Danny. The man's tie is loosened and he looks so concerned that it hurts to the boy who grew up rifling for bandages since he was ten.
Creepy. Comforting. Danny think he hit his head too hard this time.
"What," he rasped out, his voice sounding ruined (great, wonderful, lovely), "the hell is going on?"
This is one of those posts where I feel like I'm doing others and myself a disservice by not sharing. I wish someone had shown me this a long time ago.
Maybe I'd be having to do less work to break out of this shell, now.
[Image IDs: Series of tweets from (neuro)diversity (green heart, yellow heart, orange heart, red heart, sparkling heart, purple heart, blue heart emojis) (@/ GummiPie) reading: I went to a woman's funeral. Her husband gave a eulogy and spoke mostly about himself. I mean he started from his birth and spent a significant amount of time explaining his life and career before he met her. Her pastor said she was the kindest, most helpful person he'd ever met.
Her kids said she was the best most helpful loving mom. Everybody said she never complained. She put everyone first. It was a virtue. She didn't take care of her, she devoted herself to church, husband and kids. They cried so much. An angel on earth! They'd miss her dearly.
I never met this lady. I sobbed. My husband thought I was going to join her in the ground when I bent down to give me rose and spoke to her. I told her I understood why her heart attacked her. She swallowed so many teeth!! A dozen people said she was the best woman on earth and
I hadn't learned a thing about her personality except that she made it small. I heard about her service and she never complained. I don't even know if she was funny.
That's when I decided to stop putting everyone above me all the time. Stop swallowing my teeth. Because I refuse to let these people kill me and then get up at my funeral and talk about themselves. How I died for them but without saying it. I refuse.
If you hear someone praising you for "never complaining" please get mad. Please take up space. This is your life, not a pageant. Complain. Even if you can only whisper "this hurts me". Complain.
No one can help if you won't say "this hurts". Maybe you're crazy like me. Maybe little "harmless" comments hurt. So what? Say something. Maybe they get mad and block you. (start all caps) Good! (end caps) You have to find a life that does not hurt. You have to say something. Nothing is too small.
If you think "other people wouldn't be so hurt by this" so you shouldn't speak up, you're wrong. You literally were forced (start all caps) Pushed or pulled) (end caps) into life. You didn't ask for your sensitivity. There are people allergic (start all caps) to water. (end caps) Should they not complain because it's atypical?
Things hurt. Hurt changes your brain. It practices the pain and (start all caps) Gets better/faster at hurting. (end caps) You must find peace and practice (start all caps) that. (end caps) The damage of pain is silent and invisible but it's one of the realest, most dangerous things we know. /End IDs]
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Is this about how ppl born in the late 20th century have a unique and fluid experience of navigating barriers to information access and its our responsibility to teach the younger folks how to tinker with technology to avoid being spoonfed everything we experience in order to have critical skills that keep us informed, autonomous, and able to hold power despite looming threats of authoritarianism or..........???
"don't comment on people's bodies!" i wouldn't usually do so, no. however, do not act like what is happening is a usual situation. also, do not gaslight me. i grew up in the 90s-00s. i remember when y'all would comment about how "fat" extremely-thin celebrities were. the push to not comment on people's bodies was, at least in part, to prevent eating disorders. also, this rule only seems to be followed when it is someone hyper-thin - every time a woman on the red carpet is even a little bloated, comments fly.
most importantly: she's a public figure. she is quite literally a model for swarovski. she is currently on tour. she regularly posts pictures of herself in ways that highlight her exposed bones. this is not a private citizen. she is making millions of dollars and is not in any way hiding what we all see to be true. it could also be argued that she is going so far as to highlight and sexualize her current figure.
her PR team - and there is one - obviously knows there is an issue here. they would have most likely released a statement if it was a health issue. they can do so without violating her privacy. so far she is quoted as saying she's "the healthiest" she's ever been. meanwhile her instagram content would have been flagged 5 years ago for being "thinspo."
research shows that exposure to ultra-thin body types does encourage self-image issues in young girls and women. to quote NEDA: "Of American elementary school girls who read magazines, 69% say that the pictures influence their concept of the ideal body shape. 47% say the pictures make them want to lose weight." I cannot even imagine what social media is doing on a much larger scale.
due to social pressures, you can "catch" an eating disorder. eating disorders are also the most deadly mental illness to have.
anecdotally, before i recovered, figures like her would have been extremely triggering for me. most people who have any passing experience with this content will agree: it is becoming harder to fight the internalization of those thoughts.
this is not because i dislike her. i have no opinion on her actually. it literally has nothing to do with her as a performer or as a person. however, there is a reason people fought to deplatform eugenia cooney: it is not because we seek to abandon that person, but instead because their behavior is genuinely concerning and they should not be given massive amounts of access to the public.
if she was self-harming or doing drugs (or god forbid shaving her head), companies would be too "concerned" with their public image to support her as a model. but she is just... too skinny, and it's okay to be skinny, because we as a society hate fatness.
as more and more celebrities follow in her wake, we are beginning to see hyper-thinness as being "normal" or "toned" where it is not normal nor is it toned - it is often extreme thinness.
and no, there is nothing wrong with being skinny. every time i comment on something related to this, some skinny person regales me with times they've been attacked by some kind of pro-fat mafia - as if that makes my point untrue; as if private suffering negates the existence of public research. eating disorders are real, and they are dangerous, and if you feel attacked because i am concerned about the normalization of sick bodies as role models - you need to go outside and talk to any fat person. what i am talking about is more important than your personal validation that your life was hard. if you're thin, you can just be thin, i am not stopping you nor am i judging you. i beg you, please think rationally about what i am actually saying. it is not a reflection on you; nor on your body; nor on your experience. this is about a popular performer displaying signs of an extremely dangerous mental illness.
she has done great work for charities. she's a great singer and actress. i do not know what she went through. my heart hurts for her and the pain she's clearly in. my understanding is that it is not uncommon for victims of sexual assault to develop an eating disorder. whatever is happening to her, i really, really hope she gets the help she so clearly needs.
in the meantime, though. she should not be on billboards. she should not be posting thinspo disguised as normal pictures. she should not be touting her health and wellness. she should not be held up as a paragon of sex and wealth.
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Steph: Shut up! Listen, because the government is sexist and horrible, and there is a law in place that says all Omega's have to live with an Alpha, I'm taking in my cousin.
Tim: What?
Steph, sighing: He used to be fine because both his mom and older sister were Alphas, but there was an accident and both his parents and sister died.
Dick: Oh kiddo.
Damian: Can no one else take him?
Steph: His godfather tried, but hes a Beta, and Danny apparently threatened to "embrace death" if placed with him.
Dick: That's not a red flag at all.
Tim: Right?
Steph: His Aunt is deeply off grid right now and I'm his only Alpha cousin, so he's coming here. I just want you guys to be aware that I might be a bit lax with my bat work, at least until we both adjust to the change.
Bruce: It's nice you're stepping up even though you shouldn't have to. Let me know if he or you needs anything.
Steph: Thanks B.
--------2 Weeks Later--------
Steph: Guys, this is Danny. Danny, these are the Wayne's, I'm good friends with them.
Bruce: Nice to meet you chum-
Danny, bundled up in one of Jazz's sweaters: Batman.
Bruce: what?
Danny: Robin, Red Robin, Nightwing, Back Bat- Signal and Red Hood are not here.
Steph, smirking: He clocked me immediately too.
Danny: Death clings to you, is how I know. Also, there are dogs here.
Damian: I will introduce, you'll be quite impressed by their temperments I'm sure.
Cultists want to summon the Ghost King, the League pull up to stop them, failed summoning successfully and got Ghost Prince Danny.
With a twist.
The head cultist tells Danny what they want, but it's so pitiful that Danny just sits them down, each and every one of the cultists and explains that maybe it isn't the best idea to give your soul to an otherworldly entity just for that.
Then it somehow turns into therapy because Jesus Christ these people have been living some pretty shit lives, then Danny decides to pull some favors with Frostbite and the Yetis to get some of the cultists family members medical treatment for their Mother/Father/Siblings that they're too poor to pay for.
Other times he just kinda tries to get a few others to get more confidence after being drawn in by a few bad people against their will and try and give them ways to get out of said situation.
The entire time the Justice League was just, there, watching all of this go down and questioning a lot of things. Simultaneously Batman is thinking of starting up a program to not make this a repeat, wherein people think they have no other options than to give up their literal soul to an otherworldly entity in hopes to turn their life around.
Half a year later the now reformed cultists meet up again. The circle is the same. But by now they rid themselves of their robes and are instead donning Phantom merchandise.
All hail the Great One.
Gothams Phandom summons their lord and savior to tell him of their accomplishments.
Phil has now more time to spend with is kids.
Robert and Alexander are now dating.
Annabeth got rid of her maybe cursed puppets and is changing the room into a small temple dedicated to her lord and savior Phantom.
Small Lilly is here to meet her mommas hero.
Cassie, a old woman with a bakery, dragged her long time customer Dr Freeze with her so she can introduce him to the RELIGION Phandom. Some non criminal friends wouldn't hurt him.
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They didn't expect Phantom show up bleeding green blood all over the floor. (if they did they definitely wouldn't have tried the summoning in the living room. The poor carpet)
They also didn't expect him to pass out and turn into a Wayne bite...
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The cultists heal him. During his stay with them Danny finds out that he is in a different dimension. (Its a reveal gone wrong fic (no vivisection) and Danny was just running from the Giw and his parents when he felt the summoning. He used it as a escape.)
Now they plan a second summoning ritual for his sisters.
Danny Jazz and Dani (and maybe Dan) get adopted / take in by the cultists.
I don't have anything practical to add. I'm just envisioning a group of five to seven people who usually only ever see each other in cloaks all gathered in a public school principal office, trying to see how they can successfully enroll their lord god into his junior year of high school before term starts
I was thinking more that, considering they're a self-formed cult based around this one child god, there was literally no way any one of them would be willing to be left out of supporting their little savior in his time of need. So, yeah, they're all the parents! ...Yeah, all of them. They're, like...married? (Yeah, that's close enough right?) (This is Gotham, you can tell them we're a cult, they're not going to judge) (Yeah, maybe, but they still might call CPS?? Can a cult have custody here??) (...Maybe?)
And they someone manage to BS their way onto all the guardian forms and sign out lists just in case and register him under the address of their "cult compound" (slowly converted warehouse, now featuring One Pull Out Couch And A Fridge! 😄👍🏽), which is great! They're doing a great job group parenting and no one is suspicious. At all. Their lord god is going to have a great time in public school during his recovery. Now, how to split up their support effectively for his extracurriculars...
Oracle in the background silently beefing up the mediocre fake ID's that they managed to get...Tim pushing through one of Wayne Enterprise more discreet scholarships...new long term favourable lease because the warehouse owner sold it to a shell company of the kind the bats used for their own safehouses...
@desatu's tags. Yes. The warehouse is Key to the vision here. They constantly look like they're running a drug operation or some shady bs, but no. The only thing stashed there is their teenage god.
Cult1: ...Yeah! It's. It's like a hobby. It's enrichment! It's good for him!
Cult2: And you're not worried about, oh, I don't know, the electrical engineering at play here?? What if he hurts himself??
Cult1:
Cult1: I mean. He seems like he knows what he's doing?
Cult3: hey. Have we considered that our lord god is all powerful and probably can avoid hurting himself on this through application of his will and aptitude?
CultAll: *reassured muttering*
Danny: Hey, look at this! I made a ray gun! :)
CultAll: *Parental praise and support*
Cult2: let's sign him up for a shop class. I heard that at the public level it's basically supervillainy 102
Cult4: I mean. Does he even WANT to be a super villain?
Cult1: No, but he can do whatever he likes with an engineering background, right? Support his interests and all that
CultAll: *unison chanting* Support His Interests... Support His Interests... Support His Interests...
Stephanie, mic'd in for bimonthly cult-busting recon: ...the fuck?
The batfam watching them like it's their favourite show. And watching as Danny, Ellie and Jazz are helping to keep them on a legal path. Well, for Gotham anyway. Like, counter mugging and mugger isn't a crime. Surely? The fact that they have started to help the street kids by setting up a soup kitchen? They don't know where they are getting the money. (Jason, of course it's Jason) but they don't want to ruin a good thing.
Okay, so as a side interest, I study cults (like, actual cults) and small-scale religious groups (more like what we're characterizing here), and in order to make money, the majority of religious groups sell some sort of religious service or healing service to outsiders. This usually serves both as a recruitment method and something extremely coercive to suck money out of people who're desperate.
So, if Jason rolls up to the warehouse and slams the doors open like WHAT UP, NERDS, I'M GOING TO FUND YOUR WEIRD COMMUNITY THING, there's every reason for the cult to go ooookay...do you, um, would you like an audience with the lord god? About it?
And, being nosy, I can't imagine Jason turning down the opportunity to see this kid in person and make sure he's not being pushed around or anything. So yeah, sure. The cult disappears to put on their robes or whatever and the kid pops into the kitchen (different corner of the warehouse with a fridge in it) with like his robe half put on and half flying in the wind.
"So, uh," Danny tries, looking upwards, because this guy is tall and Danny's fourteen, "Do you have, like...personal problems?"
"So many." Jason can't really emphasize just one. "Anger's usually the worst of it. Why, got a cure-all or something in this joint?"
"Er," says Danny. "...No. Actually, this seems more like my sister's deal. Hold on. One minute."
And the kid god darts out, only to return by pushing his older sister in, giving her a thumbs up and leaving. The girl rolls her eyes and straightens upright. She asks him what's up.
...Jason tells her a very abbreviated version of what's up. Kid censored. He leaves the dying in there though, because whatever, it's a cult! They'll believe that stuff.
The girl. Frowns. "That's...that's super weird. Actually. Hold on."
Jason then proceeds to watch her take an abundance of greens out of the fridge, pull the world's jankiest homemade blender off of the floor, and make two portions of the healthiest smoothie he's ever had the misfortune of seeing in his life.
She pours two glasses. Jason drinks one, and she drinks the other. It tastes indistinguishable from grass. "Try to meditate on things that brought you joy in life tonight. You'll feel better if you have good memories."
...okay.
Jason pays $3000 for bogus services rendered, goes home, and resolves himself to sleeping in his crappy safehouse bed for the night like any other.
He dreams about his mom when she was sober. They were reading doctor Seuss books together. It's a memory so old...Jason doesn't think he was even talking at that age. He wakes up in the morning totally, entirely cured.
What the fuck. Wait. Does that mean the cult is actually onto something?
Meanwhile, Jazz is glad to have gotten the most ecto-soaked veggies out of the fridge before they started manifesting consciousness again. She hopes that one dude was alright. He looked kind of hangry all the while they were talking.
Jason popping in to find out that they mostly focus on helping others. And it's because of the God child. Who refused to but their souls. But have good advice? Yeah they really are just that thankful to the kid. And really are just trying their best....
That smoothie was fuckin awful. Just the worst. But it worked? He's gotta teach them how to make em taste better though.
Joker has no idea what he'll awaits him. Jason of course is just like... If you don't kill him? He needs to be unable to move. Ellie just goes, bet! Joker will never be able to commit another crime again.
Meanwhile? Danny eventually notices that Jason is revived, and has something nasty in there... Hmm. Blob boba tea it is!
Danny: So! While that's happening! Anything else you wanna talk about? Like, we try to offer space for people who need rehab, or finding funds for medical care and shit? Got anyone who needs help?
Jason sipping on the weird, but very tasty boba tea.....
Jason: I run some of the charities in crime alley. Can I get you to add them to your list. Often safer that the government programs.
Danny: Oh for sure! If you ever need a place for people to crash in, we've turned the back into like, a barracks?
I realize you probably meant this in a "blobs as food" way, but the mention of Jason having something nasty in him got me in a "blobs as cleaner fish" mindset, and I had to share the resulting idea.
Blob boba tea has clean ectoplasm (because he needs some) and Blob ghosts (to filter the nasty stuff already in there).
The blobs will work their magic cleaning all the grossness out of his system and then phase out of him when they're done.
Later that night, Jason is lying in bed, feeling oddly peaceful and content, when a cloud of little glowing green blobs flows out of his stomach, making cute little comforting noises. The cloud disperses. Most of the blobs fly away through the walls (off to chow down on the buildup of icky energy in Gotham). A couple stay with Jason, purring gently as they snuggle up to him (hoping he will either aquire more contamination or lead them to the source).
Jason decides that dealing with this is a tomorrow problem and falls asleep. When he wakes up, the blobs that stayed are still there. Apparently, it wasn't a dream.
...guess he's going to have another talk with cult leader kid.
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Also, Ellie is having so much fun tormenting the Joker.
Jason running back to the warehouse cradling his baby.
Jason: Your tea made me pregnant!
*holds the blob up to show the proof*.
This of course has Danny and Ellie crying from laughing. Like.... Ok. They kinda get how he came to that conclusion. But. just. No. That's not what happened here! We promise! They are filter cleaners! They are the bad Ecto and then phased out of you! More like a pet than a baby! We promise!
Danny: Oh my Ancients! I haven't laughed so hard in months!
Ellie: Don't worry! It would take a LOT more work to get you pregnant than just a cup of boba tea!
Jason:..... Wait! What!?!? You could anyway?!
Danny: You have a proto core. So like. If we got it turned into a full core? Yeah. But it would take time and energy. And you would have to be a willing participant. So you're safe!
Jason: I might need the ghostly birds and bees talk.
Is B can adopt an alien starfish he can have a blob baby!
He would like that liminal health class though. Now please. How does his core go from Proto to real? What else is this gonna do to him? Were they fucking with him when they said he could get ghost pregnant? There are a lot of answers he would like.
True to form Alfred accepts Blobert immediately. Barely even raised an eyebrow.
I enjoy the idea of Blobert becoming a full fledged ghost eventually. Because they stick around and absorb Gotham's curses. So, they eventually and slowly grow and change. Yup, that's a baby alright!
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Did Blobert eat the curse that keeps turning people into mad scientists? Because I think it would be funny to have Blobert become super intelligent. With the right guidance, they could be a benevolent mad scientist, but there will be a plethora of inventions, discoveries, and zany hijinks.
Tim might just be Blobert's favorite uncle, but he's not allowed to watch Blobert without additional supervision. The last time they were left unsupervised together they tried to find a way to use ectoplasm's antimicrobial properties to fix Tim's immune system and this somehow spiraled into them either making Tim heavily liminal to the point where there's very little chance of him not becoming a ghost or straight up recreating Danny's accident and making him a full halfa. (Blobert was really shook after Tim got a bad infection. None of their family is allowed to end.)
The other Bats never learn that Blobert started out as a cleaner fish. They just think the lack of comprehension early on was due to them being a literal infant. Of course they became more knowledgeable and capable of more complex thought as they grew. That's how children work.
Blobert builds things for their family. Things that will keep them safe (like better armor) and things that make them happy (like cameras that work on ghosts).
Did Babs ask for a battle chair with mechanical spider legs, laser canons, and a force field generator? No. Did she have fun learning to pilot it? Yes.
Sometimes family is you, your siblings, and the people who worship you as their god.
I do enjoy the idea of Blobert becoming super intelligent by eating the local curses. Probably learns how to shape their body into something less blob over time as well. Still goes blob when tired. Or in search of cuddles. But otherwise has a form with hands.
Jason loves liminal health care class. He's learning so much? And these poor kids? Really are trying their best to help. They escaped a shitty situation. And yeah, the kid is a godling of sorts. He can see why these guys love him. And he can see the kids are trying to get them to tone down the worship aspect.
Jason low key is emotionally adopting all of these idiots. They all have kicked puppy auras ok! He can't help it!
I am so happy this continued. But I can just imagine Ellie casually asking the other kids what they would do to the Joker to get more ideas. Him suffering horribly as an occasional thing in the background. Now I want to know what some of the Rogues think of this Not-Quite-A-Cult they have going on.
I mean, half of them would see if their 'Lord God' can help them. The other half probably try to kidnap Danny of his sisters. Which uh, goes about as well as you can expect. Even after the siblings are done with them? Fucking, Red Hood? Shows up and makes their life worse. Dammit all.
Batman is just glad they aren't killing people. He's not entirely sure what they're doing isn't worse in many ways. But, their victims still have a chance to better themselves at least. Even if it is from a full body cast.
Eating the curses gave Blobert power to grow. But it was the Batfamily's belief that Blobert is Jason's baby that allows them to gain human intelligence and grow into a humanoid-ish form.
Even learning Blobert was actually a cleaner fish, Jason never lost that first emotional surge of attachment to them as his baby. And as Blobert grows in intelligence and gains a more humanoid form, Jason fully commits. This is his child, Blobert.
The Bats are all a bit liminal and connected to the city spirit, Lady Gotham. Batman was even claimed as her Brother.
Their belief, that Blobert is a baby growing up, formed the blob ghost into a more humanoid shape. The power of their belief that Blobert is their baby nephew-niece/grandchild/great-grandchild influenced them into growing into human intelligence. Their support and encouragement allowed Blobert to grow into a person of their own. Their love and attachment steadily feed Blobert to keep growing as their family member.
Blob form is good for cuddles and total relaxation. But Blobert wants to be like their family, so grows and shapes themself to eventually look more like a Wayne. Even if they're a semi-translucent, squishy noodle-physics, green-glowy Wayne-ish kid. Details and color is hard ok. They're also limited by ectoplasm-mass so they're still little kid-sized.
Meanwhile, the cult opens a healing Cafe and bakery in the more well-to-do parts of Gotham, alongside their outreach programs in less affluent areas of Gotham. Maybe the cafe is near the college campus. Because there's a lot of ecto-contaminated and cursed people in Gotham.
Danny cooing over Blobert when Jason comes to meet them.
Danny: Ohh gosh!! You're feeding him so much love! He's gonna manage to grow and become a person!!!! That's amazing! Do you know how RARE that is!!!
Jason: Really? The fuck?
Danny: Not gotten to, emotions and you; Ecto-entity needs? Fair.
Jazz: Emotions and belief can change ghosts. Since Blobert is 100% ghost? He's more susceptible to change and growth due to belief and emotions. Claiming him as your son? Means he's gonna grow up to BE your son.
Jason: Shit. I better start setting up an education fund huh. And get Dr Frostbite's summons. In case he needs medical.
Jazz: Well. Blobert loves you. Which is a great sign. I'll grab you the summons for Frostbite. And put together a packet on baby ghosts growth and needs.
Danny: Me and Ellie are always down to babysit! Since ya know, we can also fly.
I think Jason would be a good dad for Blobert. I can easily imagine him using the rule my parents followed "If your child brings you a book, you read to them." He seems like he would be really on the ball about keeping them safe and healthy, too.
I bet Bruce begins to slip them funds as well. Once he's sure they are genuinely trying their best to be good and helpful. Is it weird to have a baby death God and his siblings, their cult and his first grandchild (magically conceived. Is his grandchild a demiGod!?) in his city? Yes. But they are helping. In ways he can't. Helping those the city government won't. So he's going to help them as much as he can.
Also highly likely that he will ask if they can/will help protect Earth in dire situations. Please take the com from the JL. Please? Earth gets attacked so often. He is tired. A baby God can only be a useful ally. Making JLD collectively choke on their drinks when he introduced the kids? Was priceless. Ah, he does so enjoy fucking with his more annoying co-workers.
Blobert's biggests growth spurt (from small near child to actual child) comes when he manages to find the Lazarus Pit in Gotham and cleans it out. Jason panics a bit over it and Ra's is not happy that one of the Pits is completely removed from existence.
Danny frowns when he learns about them and Dani volunteers to go around the world to clean them all up. With how often Jason has been coming around to talk about how to raise his child, him and Jazz have started to date.
Back to the reading thing - I'm just imagining an 'All Hands On Deck' event that calls for the Outlaws to also be on scene. Blobert was meant to be with his great-grandfather for the day, but he came across a cool new book while they were dusting the library.
When Alfred is not looking, he sneaks away to take the book to daddy to read to him. When he arrives on scene, he panics - granddaddy Bats is injured! Favourite Uncle Tim is giving off Stressed! Daddy is not going to be able to read to him, because he's helping evacuate injured heroes!
JLD is on scene, and they witness the ghost of a child that's holding a book and distressed. Believing it to be just another child victim, they're sad but continue trying to close the portal. It isn't until the ghost-child let's out a powerful warble that they notice something is Off.
Suddenly, the Prince of the Infinite Realms is there. Danny scoops up Blobert and scolds him for leaving Gotham and worrying Agent A. Red Hood flies (since when could he do that???) Over and pulls Blobert out of Danny's hands, worrying over him. Danny promises to step in for Red Hood, if he'll take Blobert a safe distance away and read to him to calm him down. Jason agrees, and gets them out of there.
Danny then goes over to Batman, and asks where he'll be of most use. Then Batman thanks him for leaving Gotham over this, and points him towards the Big Bad. Danny tells Batman to take it easy as he's injured, and family dinner will be awkward if he dies, then goes and deals with the invasion.
Within 10 minutes of him arriving on scene, the remaining invaders are flowing back through the portal. The leaders of the invasion are bound tightly in ghost ice, and the magicians in JLD are able to ck close and seal the interdimensional breach.
And all this before Jason finishes reading the book to Blobert.
JLD are awkwardly stood tomone side like, so uh, Batman? When did ghost royalty live in this dimension? Where was the briefing? You did a briefing right?
... Not as such no. Phantom was injured and is healing, while doing community outreach in Gotham. As well as getting an education. Batman didn't want the poor teen bothered by well meaning magicians. Also, he has been helping Red Hood with his post resurrection health issues. And his first grandson was recently created, and it's been a bit busy.
Hood is still say with his ghost baby and reading to the annoying cooing of his team, back off, Blobert needs space not you idiots watching!
