Dead Kid Survives

Okay, 🐻 with me, because it'll take me a bit to get to it, but it's worth it I promise, title is a teaser to get you through my law ramblings and set up.

Hall of Justice is in Washington D.C, capital of USA, right? Right. You know what also is usually put in capitals? Embassies.

Now, embassies are really interesting from legal standpoint, but what's most important is that, any uniformed service, like police, fire fighters etc. cannot enter it (as well as house of diplomatic personel or at least main ambasador), unless they get permission from the boss of the mission. It was used historically, to officiate Calvinist marriages in France when local priests (pastors, I guess), couldn't do so in legally binding way, as well as, which is actually relevant to this whole prompt, to keep people who were oppressed by their governments safe (I think US embassies did save few people that way during cold war, but I'd have to look it up more to give you any specifics, I'm pretty sure one dude stayed inside embassy for decades before it was negotiated that he could be transported to the airport and flown away, without getting arrested on the way).

Anyway, Justice League has few interesting members, form quite interesting places, don't they. Like Themyscira or Atlantis. Krypton, Mars and Oa, if anyone wanted to brainstorm how interplanetary law could work like, in that regard. What I'm getting at is that, if they wanted, Wonder Woman or Aquaman could be declared ambassadors not problem, making their residence in US, as well as chosen buildings, premises of diplomatic missions, thus giving them this immunity. Hall of Justice could officially, in the books, be an embassy. I don't think it would be a well known fact, it's base of superheroes first and foremost, but it's there, for anyone who would care to look it up to see.

Now, enter Phantom, on the run from US government dropping by to let JL know that Anti-Ecto Acts exist, if they don't know, or plead his case if they do and just don't care, thinking he'd have to skip town again in hour or two. However, person who spoke with him knew what the Hall was, so they convinced him to stay.

But I lied before. Or at least omitted the truth a bit. There is one other circumstance that would legally allow entry to uniformed services (particularly firefighters). If there is a fire that poses immediate risk to human life and rescue has to be started right the f now. (at least that's true in Poland. If it isn't in US, I don't care).

So, now GIW is perfectly aware that this little white haired ecto-scum is in Hall of Justice. They also know that if they enter in any sort of official capacity (or try to kidnap him and it gets out that they're from government, which it would), it would actually cause issues, and they don't want to deal with mess it would be both from the heroes as well as their bosses or whatever.

So, they send few guys to set it on fire, while others dress up to pretend to be firefighters, when time is right. It is, of course, repeatedly twatted by heroes and potentially by cops assigned to protecting premises of diplomatic mission.

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

Half his face is smudged into the man's body armor, and Danny's only partly aware of the blood he's smearing onto the... fabric? The material -- on his shoulder. He's got half a mind to apologize. He doesn't.

Instead, through the loud whistling of the wind, Danny mutters a string of slurry, delirious "thank you's" on a repetitive loop. He's not even sure if he can be heard, but the terror in his heart turns into pained relief anyways.

Flying always makes him feel better -- the chill, the pressure, the weightlessness -- and it feels even better now. For a moment he can forget that Vlad stuck blood blossom extract into his veins. He sighs out, eyes closing, and almost regrets it when blood covers his teeth.

His reprieve is broken a cruel, few moments later when they land on a rooftop with a sharp -- at least to him -- drop, and with it so does his stomach. The hand splaying against his back jostles him curtly.

"Hey," The shadows whisper, Danny blinks his eyes sluggishly open, and blearily sees the white reflectors of the man's eyes looking at him. "Keep your eyes open."

"Sorry." He murmurs, nose scrunching up as nausea roils unpleasantly in his stomach. He licks his lips again, his blood is drying on his skin, and it feels like paint sticking onto him. It's uncomfortable. "The wind f'lt nice."

They're running across the rooftop, the jostling movement only makes him feel worse. But the shadows said to keep his eyes open, and Danny figures that's a pretty smart idea considering Danny's predicament. But he's going to vomit if he keeps looking at the world spinning around him...

He makes a mental compromise and buries his face into the crook of the man's neck, clawing at his shoulders to try and keep purchase. He latches his fingers onto the cape and despite his trembling arms, refuses to let go.

Danny only turns his head when there's a sharp pain in his lungs, he presses his forehead into his shoulder and coughs blood over his pauldron.... oops. "Sorry," he repeats, voice hoarse, "'m gettin' blood on you..."

"Hn. It'll come off." He's told, and Danny blinks lazily again, nodding curtly. The man's voice sounds nice, as raspy and soft as it is. But before he can tell him that, they're in the air again, the wind whistling in his ears.

Danny relishes in it, but keeps the thought in the back of his mind. Up until they land again, and as another wave of sickly nausea and pins-needles pain washes over him like the tide, he blurts out; "I like yr'voice."

...He doesn't get a response back.

Danny drifts in and out of consciousness, with the Night jolting him awake every so often with a sharp, quiet reminder to keep with him. Danny doesn't bother deigning a real verbal response to that beyond wordless grumbles and mumbles. A few times he stops to cough up his lungs -- even once gagging on air like a cat trying to spit up a hairball. Nothing comes out, and Danny is more embarrassed and exhausted than he is anything else. He wants to vomit, but he's terrified of what might come out if he does.

The man picks up greater speed after that.

Eventually they leave the roof to the stars -- as hidden as they are amongst the sickly clouds -- and drop down into an even darker alleyway than the one Danny found the horned man in. They land on something, and the man slides them off onto the ground.

There's a gentle hissing sound, and Danny opens his eyes just as the man places him in a leather seat and straps him in. "Wh're w'goin?" He asks, lolling his head to the side to peer up tiredly.

"Somewhere I can help you."

Danny already knows he was doing this to help him -- the man wouldn't have taken him away from Vlad otherwise. But still, he can't help the tears pooling up in his eyes and beading on his eyelashes; threatening to drip down his face and mix into the blood.

From his unfocused peripherals, the man -- of whom with the passing lights, Danny can see is dressed as... some kind of bat? Honestly, not the weirdest thing he's ever seen. -- routinely keeps glancing over at him. He's never seen someone grip a steering wheel so tightly.

"Do you know what your godfather poisoned you with?" The man eventually asks, his voice just as soft and raspy as it was in the air.

It takes Danny a moment to realize he spoke at all, his brain sluggishly catching up to his ears. "Hrm?" He blinks, lifting his head. Danny regrets it immediately, his vision swims nauseatingly and blurs dangerously. He rests his head again. "Oh. Y'h. A flow'r called blood bloss'um."

They pass a streetlight, shining just enough light that Danny sees the Bat-Man's lips purse. Danny's mouth opens, but he makes no sound, his mind trying to find the words he's looking for. "I'z- it's extinct."

He huffs a laugh just as the man snaps his head to look at him, regretting it with a sharp cough and a feeling of dust in his lungs. Weakly waggling his fingers to make jazz hands, Danny slurs; "Shcience."

A coughing fit overtakes him then, and without the adrenaline of flying and running away from Vlad to distract him, the ache and burn of consistently coughing returns and hits hard and sharp. He's been stabbed before, and somehow this still hurts more.

(Well, one is being stabbed. The other is the result of a toxin made from a flower specifically evolved to eat ectoplasm. Something Danny is 50% made of.)

Whining low and through grit teeth, Danny turns and curls back up into the corner of his seat, arms boxing over his head as if that will make him hurt less. Tears spring into his eyes, and he tries to use the feeling of breathing to distract himself.

If he's still breathing, everything will be okay.

Wherever they're going, he hopes they get there fast.

In the way only the feeling of being about to vomit can bring, Danny has a moment of clarity, and he shoots up from the table as the back of his throat hollows open and he gags wordlessly. "Bucket." He retches, holding himself up on violently shaking arms as his vision begins to swim again. "B'cket, I n'd a buck't."

The man, Alfred, lurches off to the side, and Danny's not quite sure where but he manages to produce a tin bucket out from thin air. just in time for Danny to snag it from his hands and empty out the contents of his stomach into it.

(There was hardly anything in it but his own bile and what little food he'd eaten today -- he hasn't had an appetite since he found his family dead in their beds, silent and peaceful as if all they'd done was go to sleep.)

(He knows not every death is created equal, some are simply clumsy, but still, it just felt cruel--)

When he's done, the little smoothie from hell he left behind is tinged red, and there's the distinct taste of iron on his tongue. It coats the back of his throat, and for a moment, Danny simply stares uncomprehendingly at it.

"Oh," he mumbles, feeling only a little better as his nausea's hotflashing fades and takes with it what little clarity he had left. His grip weakens, and the bucket loosens in his grasp. "Tha's no good."

They get paid a small stipend by the Heroes Council for this, and they live off that.

No crime fighting, no obvious heroics, and they only took a Super Identity because it's technically hero's council policy. Nobody's ever seen them in a cape.

Like, they regularly act like they're getting away with something. They joke about how they get to earn money in their sleep. They show up to their hospital visits in deliberately ridiculous disguises, on the excuse that they need to 'protect their identity'.

Batman is breaking into your landlord's house and promising they would be seeing Batman EVERY NIGHT until they got running water in the apartment building, there are literal plague rats running around

Batman is solving crimes the police ignore due to sexism and racism, finding the perpetrators, and dangling them off a roof, promising if they ever do that again, he will also dangle them off a roof again

Batman is breaking into mafioso bedrooms, tying them up, gluing 500 individual feathers onto them, then taking pictures and sending them to every big newspaper chain in the country to remind people that the ones they're afraid of are still only men

Then he finds police officers on the take and glues feathers to all their uniforms so they can't walk around without everyone knowing they are also associated with the chicken mafia, what a loser.

He is seeing violent crime happen on the streets and swooping in to get in the way as it is happening. Extortion, assault, murders-- get good, assholes, your crime is witnessed and you have been punched in the face, AND he's going to tip off the police commissioner who last year started listening. He is blowing up a mobster weapons depot so they have fewer guns on the street.

Lady Gotham doesn't actually know her own city very well or the people living in it. She only paid attention to people who pay attention to her. For example, she knows a lot about the Waynes across generations because they actively work to improve the city and care about it. On the other hand, Joker, who never thinks of Gotham as anything other than a personal playground, wasn't someone she recognized and genuinely thought was a demon. Much like how people say the more you acknowledge a ghost, the longer it sticks, the more people loved Gotham City, the more Lady Gotham knew about them.

Wulf has a fear of animal control. He once saw thier truck driving down the street and took off like he was in a horror movie chase scene. It triggered a stampede because people from Crime Alley assumed someone randomly breaking into a run meant either a shooting or a cop raid. A lot of them learn not to ask why they are running, especially when a man Wulf's size does it. He also hates cops but doesn't flee at the sight of them; he just scoffs and glares at them mistrustfully.

Lady Gotham is often asked for her photo by Gotham tourists who think she's a cosplayer or street performer. They like to pose with her, or have her pose against one of Gotham's iconic Gothic-style buildings. The locals know she's one of the homeless populace, but they understand the tourists' excitement. She's very attractive if you can look past her... unique personality.

Wulf's wanderlust takes him on a lot of side quests. Since he's so charismatic, he often convinces people to teach him random skills while on said side quests. It's a patchwork of abilities that can be useful- he knows how to make soap and some basic car maintenance- and some that aren't -He knows how to make perfect owl hoots and can tell how bad a storm is based on knee pain.

Lady Gotham once got into a rap battle with a middle school kid. She didn't know it, because rapping is an actual language in the Infinite Realms, descending from Sirins who sing every word they say; it's the modern slang, and she had assumed they were having a normal conversation that turned rude midway. She lost, but put up a worthy fight against the worst thing to a person's self-esteem: a thirteen-year-old child.

Wulf enjoys finding food trucks or small, struggling family-owned restaurants to eat at. He thinks the food tastes more authentic and often better there than at big-name places. He goes feral for street vendors and will follow people to thier car if they claim they're selling food from the trunk. It's how he found the best tamale maker in the city. He often pays with favors or charms people into giving him free meals, since he's flat broke.

Lady Gotham has had favorite humans throughout Gotham's history. The list includes Martha Wayne, Tim Drake, James Gordon, Jason Bard, Leslie Thompson, Vicki Vale, Anthony Wayne, and Solomon Wayne. Her reasoning? These people loved the city and were entertaining to watch. Most were based on vibes, though. Thomas Wayne is an honorable mention because she knew a lot about him despite not liking whatever the hell was wrong with him. It was against her will to know Thomas Wayne.

Wulf hates his new dulled senses. He mainly used scent, but his hearing, his sight, and even his taste have gone down since he was made fully human. He gets frustrated when he can't see or hear as well as he used to. He often tries to force himself into a heightened state and ends up looking odd, pressing himself against a wall to hear sounds inside a building or running into things a lot because the lighting is too low, but he's too stubborn to ask for a flashlight. He tells many, many, many people that he's a wolf on the inside.

Lady Gotham breaks into many places because her favorite humans often did, and she assumes it's a requirement for being among the best. She understands that breaking and entering is a crime but thinks it's like taking a right turn on red. It's allowed, even though people say it's not officially. She mostly does it for hygiene purposes, like taking showers and washing laundry, but occasionally she'll do it to see what someone's decorations look like. If she doesn't like the layout, she'll rearrange furniture and leave before the homeowners get back. It unnerves a lot of people despite no theft or property damage being done to thier home.

Danny was one of the people who worked on the Watchtower, and as it is a Space station for Heroes, and something he helped build over months, and he is one of the repairmen who work on it, thus he spends a lot of time there, it is practically an extension of his haunt. This is completely fine until a magic user decides to bring up "why are you using the haunt of a very powerful realms spirit as a base" because being in their haunt without permission could be very bad, meanwhile Danny is literally there, over in the lunch room/cafeteria, the one with floor to ceiling windows and a skylight pointed at the stars, very much happy to have both his obsessions satisfied at once.

If you want crack, he included a small compartment between 2 walls where he has made a room. That's why almost no one ever sees him leave, that is his home, it is his haunt. You can't make him leave even if you think you can.

I'm like 60% sure this was an @nerdpoe drabble at some point.

....

But Constantine isn't going to freak out. He gave the devil the middle finger multiple times. He's not telling anyone until he assessed the situation either because he knows the non magical heroes wouldn't be chill about this if they knew and end up pissing the being off.

donut break 🍩

So Danny ends up in Gotham, how is up to u, but he is put in the same class as Damian.

Now Gotham is weird. Amity Park is weird to. But they r two different kinds of weird. Like Amity park is the “oh ur a bit weird, cool, so is everyone” kinda weird where Gotham is the “wait ur weird?? Fuck ur gonna be a rogue ain’t u?? Get tf away from me. Go have ur villain origin story over there” kinda weird.

So Danny can’t really make any friends bc he’s weird weird. Tho he’s not the only one in his class with this problem. The other guy, Damian Wayne, mainly sticks to himself and seems to be the only sane person in this school. Well, to Danny at least. This made Danny want to befriend him. Even if only to not be alone in his suffering. More than that Danny can feel the traces of ectoplasm on him! Even more reason for him to be friend shaped.

The problem is Damian seems to be in denial about his friend shapeness. Well to bad for him if Danny is one thing it’s stubborn. But dammit Damian seems to be a new level of stubborn. Nothing Danny does works!! It’s almost like this kid is from a different world or at least a different time!! Before he gives up however he has one last attempt. All or nothing!!

So he spends an inter week annoying the fuck outta Damian!! Looks it’s not a smart plan but it is a desperate one. It is also a plan that works a bit better than expected!!

He started his plan on Monday and it took til Friday for Damian to crack. After a full day of maximum annoyance Danny started following Damian home. They made it several blocks before Damian dragged him into a nearby alley and started swinging.

Now this Danny understood!!!

The universal language of ghost, Violence!!!

So the two beat the shit out of each other and r pretty evenly matched. Both of them r on even levels when it comes to speed and battle awareness and while Damian is definitely the better trained Danny is stronger and more durable. Needless to say the fight goes on for awhile.

A few hours later Damian and Danny shuffle into Wayne manor looking like they lost a fight with a wood chipper and when Bruce goes to ask what happen Danny just smiles and goes- We’re friends now 

Tim heard

Tim saw them "play"

He knows

Not the rest of the family who are still in their happy little cloud that Damian has finally made a friend, and a "normal" civilian child.

And Tim won't tell them!!!! He tries to bribe Danny to make sure he sticks around. Since he came into their lives Damian hasn't attacked him once! (he continues to say contemptuous things to him but even his is less mean and cruel)

Anyway Tim LOVES Danny

....

Tim is holding this knowledge until the day the veil drops for the rest of them. So he can carefully lay out his entire conspiracy board. Look, he has theories. And he needs the format to properly collate the information.

Also, Danny is happy to play mad science? It's pretty damn great. Sure Damian gets annoyed. But somehow Danny can always calm him down. It honestly looks like a weird empathic connection. Which... Huh, new note for the board then...

Hmm. He has a question to ask...

Tim: Danny, if I attack Damian back will he like me more?

Danny: Wait, have you been ignoring his attempts to bond! Dude!

Tim: Right. Ok. So you know how normal people don't do that?

Danny: They don't? All my friends and family do?

Tim: I have so many questions. And I know any answers I get will spawn more...

Danny: Do you wanna fight about it?

Tim: Fuck it. Sure.

Damian wanders in and is SO infuriated! How dare Tim fight with his friend when he won't face him!

Danny just nods his head at Damian's face to Tim who sees and thinks 'huh'

Tim: Damian, do you wish to spar?

Damian: Fine!

Ah, the liminal desire to Throw Down.

I think this all started as an exchange program and the schools were set to meet up once it ended. Lester, Dash and Star are the other participants from Amity. Danny stopped hiding his vibes midway through Sophomore year, but no one has noticed how off the others are because they're somewhat masked by Danny’s weirdness.

The coordinators insist that the meeting happen in Amity instead of Ghotham because of Gotham's Rogues and because they think Amity is a nice, normal town.

The bus stops and Gotham Academy is greeted by this Solarpunk/Scifi small town. Star immediately Dodges a puch to the face from a very pretty girl with patches of baby pink scales and they immediately start to share gossip while brawling. Dash is tackled by 7 identical boys which poof into mist once he starts to noogie the one he has one in a headlock. Lester is attacked by a robot and pulls out a device so he can hack it while dodging, as the the rest of the robotics club cheerfully taunts.

Danny ducks out of the way of a lazerblast, pulls Damien from the path of a mini sandstorm and is hoisted into the air by a vine wrapped around his ankle. He bursts out laughing and twists to introduce Damian to his best friends and girlfriend.

A shell-shocked Gotham exchange student looks at their teacher with orange eyes and calmly states they all have fangs. Their long, fluffy ears flick in distress.

Welcome to Amity Park.

Population: 20,000

Gotham teacher: Oh. Ok. So. If you came to Gotham?

He absolutely flips out when he sees a café serving Lazarus Water smoothies. The barista refuses to sell ecto to outsiders, but he manages to swipe one anyway.

After commandeering a high-school lab to analyze the sample, he excitedly calls Jason to say he's made a break through regarding pit madness.

Jason is currently 3 blocks down with a drink holder from the café. As the monologue continues, he makes it to his girlfriend's table and passes out the Blob Ghost Boba to their friends.

He waits for Tim's rant to die down and invites him to meet Jazz.

Jason ended up in Amity during his last road trip to blow off steam. Jazz was home for Dia de los Muertos and they really hit it off. He fell head over heels for the Amazon-like redhead and the necropolis she called home.

Gotham will always be his home,but he loves Amity. Who knew the most welcoming place he'd ever find was a town where a uppercut was a friendly greeting.

Living among other liminals has done wonders for his misplaced aggression, and he's even found a doctor to help with his new metabiology.

Jason: Yeah I know. Anyway this is my girlfriend who supplexed me the first time we met. She dragged me to her GP after.

Tim: I was right?

Jazz: Yup! Good job!

Danny: OMA hi Tim! Wanna go spar?

Tim: Yes. Why does no one like my theories?

Danny: I do!

Tim: tackle hugs him, ends up a brawl.

His attempts at interrogation go poorly. Kyle is so oblivious he somehow missed growing a forked tongue. While he has heard of the Justice League, Kyle is firmly convinced its an ARG. Spike, on the other hand, is impressively indifferent. He didn't even bat an eye at the pack of Casper High students hunting playing with the visiting Gothamites.

The only thing that makes him react is when Tim jokes about no one in his family going to therapy. At which point Spike puffs up like a porcupine, complete with quills growing out his back and shoulders.

Apparently, mental health is just as important to a liminal's wellbeing as physical health. Spike is planning on becoming a doctor for liminals. The yeti are wonderful, but they have a tendency to stick out whenever they leave Amity.

Damien: father I wish to visit to amity again

Bruce: hnn

Damien: They are not bad influences father

Bruce: hmm

"Oh B! It was great for him! He is so much more relaxed! It's a really nice town, if a bit fighty!"

Bruce. .. "Fighty?"

Tim: Yup the whole town got irradiated a while back and slowly mutated. So, they are pretty much all ' liminal' as they call it. Very uh, strong instincts.

Dick: What sort of incstincts?

Tim: They fight as play and bonding. All the time. I've never been on the receiving end of so many brawls...

Tim: what part of EVERYONE do you not understand? I've seen barfights less brutal than the adult book club discussing Edgar Allen Poe

Dick: heh, sounds like something Jaybird would enjoy

Tim: He did

Dick: what

Damian: Mr Lancer was the one fighting Todd at the adult book meet. For a literature teacher he fights very well.

Bruce: How did we miss this?

Tim: Ok, so you know the Anti Ecto Acts that got shut down after the incidents of extreme money and property loss?'

Bruce: Hm?

Tim: So. Liminals are ectoplasmic humans. So the government was hiding them to do human tests... They fought back and won. So it was still under the radar. Cause the government doesn't want to admit they did what they did...

Dick: And Jay is dating one of them?

Damian: Jazmine is a fine choice of partner. She should have chosen herself a better partner. But she is worthy of marrying into the family.

Tim: She put Jay in a head lock when he was rude to me! Then proceeded to pin him to the floor and make him say sorry!

Can you imagine how stressful those months are?

For someone who's not at all a liminal, its like attending high-school at at Arkham.

Complete with having Rogues as classmates.

Especially Sam, aka Ivy 2.0.

Luckily the Parkers weren't trying to be intimidating. After all, liminality was still a pretty recent development and they all remembered how overwhelming everything was at first.

Still, there weren't any options in the school cafeteria without even a trace of ectoplasm, and the exchange student were so certain that their lives were at stake that liminal mutations set in fairly quickly.

They didn't have any issues during the week their classmates joined them because everyone is was busy dealing with the bizarrely cheerful war zone of Amity.

Returning to Gotham was another story.

The neon colors imparted by ectoplasm were a literal glowing sign that said "these kids are meta."

If you thought Danny had trouble blending in, there is nothing these four wanted more than to have his invisibility.

Especially the Fox-eared Gothamite, Linda.

The poor girl was quite the wallflower before the trip, and hated being cetera of attention. got a dresscode exemption to cover her ears afterwards.

it didn't help much due to the speed of gossip at GA, but it was enough that the goons didn't immediately recognize her as one of the Meta exchange students during a routine hostage situation.

Any Parker can tell you that fight or flight gets a bit twisted for liminals, especially with the intensity of their emotions, so adding fear gas to the mix of adrenaline and hormones was a Bad Idea.

The gas didn't even do much but Linda was so angry and stressed that she-

-CRACK-

jason: climbs through window, moves the planchette to 'no', climbs back out the window

Robins are much more similar to each other than they seem

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