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masterpost please no editing, I know this has issues, I tried to read over most of it but I've had a migraine for days now and today learned I didn't get the jobs so--yeah not in the mood. But I hope you all enjoy this. I hammered it out in bits and spurts.
Danny doesn’t rust Gotham on its word alone. He has no doubt that what Gotham feels is real, but Gotham wouldn’t be the first parent to understand the situation with their children wrong. Wouldn’t be the first parents to go to war only to destroy their own.
While Gotham does rile against Danny’s insistence that he needs to check matters out himself, it still gives him permission to explore its streets. That permission is important. Danny could certainly hold his own, he was no mere ghost or specter, but the fight was unwanted. It iiis much easier to let Gotham open up a little tear in the fabrics of its reality and simply step through it.
He stumbles right into wall.
He clutches at his chest.
It hurts.
It all hurts.
In the caves with Dami, it doesn’t hurt so much. The pain was still there, of course it was, it was something that he could never let go of, but in the caves it was muted by the rough stone and the pool of green. Here there is none of that. Here Danny is truly alive. Or as alive as he has ever been since the…
Danny shakes his head. It feels like his brain is sloshing against the inside of his skull. Bones, they were overrated, really. At least he (or Gotham) had the forethought to make sure that Danny came out clothed. He smooths his hands over the lapels of the coat and the vest under it. Definitely Gotham’s doing. Danny didn’t think he had ever worn anything so fancy in his life.
Well, half-life.
The alleyway that he steps out of may have been next to a theater, but by the boarded up windows and smell of piss, it has obviously seen better days. He stands under the unlit marquee, looking up at the graffiti and fallen letters. There’s something beautiful about the decay of it, as much as the space is steeped in tragedy.
Danny tucks his hands in his pockets and starts off. Where? He isn’t sure, really. Danny trusts that Gotham will keep him moving in the right direction as long as he listens to it. And Gotham hums with information. Stepping onto its streets is like stepping into a bee hive. Danny follows the energy as it ebbs and flows, leads and warns. He trusts it.
Which is why it’s extra insulting for Danny to end up with a knife pointed at his throat and his hands raised.
“I told you, I really don’t have anything on me,” Danny says calmly.
“Bullshit! Who the fuck doesn’t carry at least their phone anymore?” The knife waves with the words. “Hand it the fuck over!”
“Cursing won’t make something magically appear,” Danny says. He probably should get an identity again. What year was it?
“Or I say what I fucking want to and fucking gut you so I can loot your body!”
“This body really isn’t worth that much effort,” Danny says, with as much of a shrug as he can do with his hands raised.
“Fuck y—”
Before the thug an even lunge, a mass of shadow drops between them and Danny. Fora moment, Danny is convinced that it’s Gotham, for all that Gotham is the one who led him there. It feels like Gotham, with the same deep love for the city and the same chasm where the little bird once was but… this one is alive.
Danny takes in the caped figure with no small amount of wounder. They feel like the honored dead, but they clearly live and breathe and ache. Their fist pulls back, ready to strike the cowering thug. Danny rests his hand on the arm. “I think making them piss themselves with fear is enough.”
Both the thug and whatever this creature is turn to incredulously look at Danny. He just offers a smile and a shrug. He plucks the knife delicately from the thug’s hand and flips it closed. “Now, maybe you should promise not to do this again since you’ve gotten to keep your face intact.”
“Y-yeah! S-s-shur! I, um, I’m s-sorry mister Batman, sir! I just… things have been really tight and my brother is still sick from the last fear gas—yeah. I, um, will just be going!” The thug says, jutting a thumb behind themselves. When neither Danny nor ‘Batman’ move, they turn tail and run.
After watching them disappear behind a corner, Danny turned and smiled at the looming specter. (He tucks the knife into his pocket.) “Thank you, Batman, for your gallant rescue.”
“Hn,” the Batman utters. He pauses a long time before saying, “You shouldn’t be out here this late.”
“Absolutely not. I believe I will be heading right home,” Danny says. The Batman looks at Danny’s hand, pale and slender against the dark, still on his arm. Danny holds up his hands and steps back. As the Batman aims some sort of gadget at the grungy architecture, Danny adds, “and I am sorry for your loss.”
There’s another long look before the Batman flees like the hounds of hell are on their heels, rather than just standing on a random street corner in Gotham. Danny watches until they vanish and then slip into the shadows himself.
He has a great deal to talk with Gotham about. He hadn’t understood that this about a little specterling. That changed things. Complicated them. Made them clearer.
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I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
masterpost please no editing, I know there are issues, I am in migraine land and all my joints hurt. ty <3
Barry raises his chin up defiantly at the look he was getting. “No, I can’t just put them down.”
“I didn’t ask,” Bruce says, voice monotone.
“You were thinking it,” Barry says. He clutches the armful of the blob ghosts to his chest.
Several purr in response.
Bruce doesn’t sigh, but there’s the implied sigh in his words. “You don’t read minds, Flash.”
“I don’t need to be able to read minds to know what you’re thinking right now,” Barry argues. “The little guys are traumatized! They were just stuck waiting to be made into paste.”
Bruce stares back silently from behind is cowl, judging.
“Can we not?” Wally snaps. He clutches his own blob ghost tight enough that it squeaks and quickly relaxes his grip. Well, not his, blob ghost, just the one that has found its way to him. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“Hey, it’s alright,” Barry says, voice carefully softened. His comforting victims voice.
It rankles.
“Is it?! Because I think what it is, is that they’ve got part of our family here in a fucking tube to keep experimenting on! What I think it is, is that he never really made it out!”
The noise in the room quiets at his out burst. Dick is looking from across the room with worry in every line of his body. Barry isn’t looking at him at all.
“Flash,” Bruce says, voice firm.
Wally hunches his shoulders. “That was unprofessional, I know.”
“You don’t have to stay in this room,” Bruce offers instead of ripping into Wally’s outburst. “If you wish to stay on site but away from here, there is a boardroom.”
“I… yeah. I’ll go—I can get some waters and stuff for it too for everyone. Maybe these little guys will settle in too,” Wally says. He has to stumble through the words, but it’s better to have something to do. “And I’ll stay out of the way until I calm down.”
“Flash. Both of you,” Bruce says. They look to him, of course they both do. Bruce just commands attention. “This is understandably hard. It will be for your whole family. Focus on making sure your family is alright. If we need your expertise, we will ask, I promise you that.”
After a moment, Barry nods. “I’ll try to settle the blobs in the boardroom so that they’re out of the way.”
“That would help,” Bruce agrees.
“And I’ll try to keep the younguns away,” Barry says with a sigh, because that was a whole thing.
“Keep them to the boardroom if they don’t stay away. All of them,” Bruce advises. “Wonder Woman and Zatanna are speaking with some of the ghosts, and Constantine is making sure that the building is safe from realm bleed. Until we know matters are secure, Young Justice need to stay out of the way and as a group. I am counting Afterimage as part of that group.”
Barry nods. “We’ll make sure they know that.”
Wally thinks they’re both was more confident in keeping the kids contained than they should be, but doesn’t open his mouth. (He’s still feeling a little hysterical.)
“Boardroom is this way,” Barry says and zips off. The little ghosts hang on easily for the whole walk, even through the super speed. In fact, the ghosts seem happier after the trip.
Wally sets the ghost he had been holding down on the table. It’s sleek and dangerously black in the bright, white room. Wally hates it. He hates this whole place. “I, um, saw some paper boxes in a copy room. They might be good for these little guys. I’ll just—”
He leaves before Barry can say anything back.
The copy room is empty. There’s a pile of papers that have been briefly lit on fire that still stink of smoke, but no one is trying to deal with looking through them yet. It lets Wally sit down. His head down drops down between his knees and his hands wrap behind his neck. He breaths in.
There was another Danny.
He breaths out.
They still didn’t know if there was a consciousness there.
He breaths on.
If there was, had Danny know anything outside of this torment?
He breaths out a long, slow breath.
One piece at a time.
One piece at a time and backed by their family: by Barry and Iris and Bart. But they’re also by their extended family of heroes: by Bats and Supes and the Amazonians and everyone else. This would be hard, but they would handle it together.
“Alright,” Wally says to no one. He stands with a stretch, all the way up on his tiptoes, and then shakes it out. He’s feeling a lot better as he grabs the empty paper boxes that were waiting for recycling. There’s less than he wants, but the little blobs do seem to like being squished. And it was at least something. “One piece at a time.”
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Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:
“Grace says he would like half of dome to be water.”
“Oh, is necessary for humans to have large amounts of water question?”
Small Eridian equivalent of a sigh. “No. Not needed for life. In fact Grace will die if he falls in water and does not get out.”
“Tell him we give him water in containers that won't kill him. Lots lots lots of water on Erid for Grace to drink.”
“No. Grace say he want water on ground. Also want it with excess sodium chloride compound so it will be unhealthy for drink.”
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She swoops down, claw like hands extending forward. There’s something about the missing head that makes it all the more threatening, but her attack is easy to doge. She’s clever though, and her head swings around separately. Bruce has to duck into a roll to avoid it. At least he can act on instinct, there’s no one but the dead to watch him be acrobatic. It’s a macabre sort of dance between him and her, but one he can keep up for awhile. He can tell that ever every time he dodges another attack that she grows angrier, and with her anger the glow around the ring grows too.
Bruce has enough time to mutter a “well, fuck” before he’s dodging a blast of red energy from the ring. And he dodged. He knows that he did, but he still finds the red energy wrapping around him. It squeezes him like a constricting snake, tighter and tighter. His teeth grinds as he struggles to hold back a scream of pain.
“Hey! Come on now, don’t lose your head over this,” a voice calls out, seconds before a green beam hits the ghost.
The colors split and warp before Bruce’s eyes as he’s squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter—
He drops to the ground. His elbows clank hard against the cold floor before he instinctively curls up to protect himself against the fall. He sucks in desperate breaths.
“Shit, hey, are you okay? Sorry I got delayed, you’re really fast and I got caught up in panicking museum goers.” The words are said over the sharp step of dress shoes.
A moment later, calloused and slightly chilled hands are helping Bruce up. The thief. He looks concerned.
Bruce does his best to offer a reassuring smile. “Just winded. She was quicker than I expected.”
The thief shakes his hands. “Ghosts, they have a way of moving like that. I think it’s because they’re not really part of our reality, you know?”
“Not really,” Bruce says. His smile feels a little more settled now. More real. “That’s the first ghost I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, right.” The thief steps back and rubs at the back of his neck. “Well, um, they do—”
“Bruce! Are you okay?” Bruce turns to see Vicki Vale head his way. She’s not running, but for the height of her heels, her speed is impress.
“I’m alright Vicki,” Bruce says. “You know me! I always come out of these things alright. Besides, I had help…”
Help who is gone.
For someone who supposedly didn’t move quickly, the thief was sure speedy in his get away. Which… reflexively, Bruce pats his pockets.
The necklace is missing.
“Bruce?” Vicki asks.
“Nothing,” Bruce says with a chuckle. He turns back to her and takes her arm, leading her back towards the crowd. “That was sure something, wasn’t it? Do we think it’s a new Scarecrow gas?”
“Well, I mean, it almost has to be doesn’t it?” Vicki asks back. “And just them stop me from writing about it! I’ll show them that I’m more than the society section if it kills me!”
“Watch out what you wish for, Vicki, we did just have a ghost attack,” Bruce says with a chuckle.
Vicki laughs and leans against Bruce as they walk. There’s motion out of the corner of his eye and Bruce glances over. The thief spins the necklace around his finger. He grins, wide and bright, and than disappears into the shadows like he was never there.
There are more than ghost stories there that night.
Stories that Bruce is determined to blow wide open.
Three yaks dance in Lhasa city (cr 情满拉萨,吉吉)(If you do not reside long-term in a high-altitude environment, please avoid intense physical activity at high altitudes, as it may trigger altitude sickness.)
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