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“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

Here's me trying to interpret how Danny's hazmat suit would look like if it were more realistic, based on my experience with biohazard PPE.

Superboy Prime: Red Hood, I'm your biggest fan.

Jason: That's... Wait, aren't you-?

Superboy Prime: Yes, Superboy Prime. And you're Jason Todd.

Jason: How did you-?

Superboy Prime: I'm your biggest fan, dummy. How is life treating you? Oh nevermind, it's not like I don't know. But yeah, sorry about the whole having to crawl out of your grave thing? My bad.

Jason: Wait, you're the son of a bitch that killed-

Superboy Prime: Yeah, that was an oopsie on my part but let's be serious 90s Kon was way better. Don't you all think so?

Jason: Who are you talking to?

Superboy Prime, gesturing vaguely at you reader of this post: Oh, them. They get it. So they have this craaaaazy idea that we should, well you know... They got fan art and fics already.

Jason:... Of what?

Superboy Prime, grinning: I think you know.

Jason:

Jason: Bruce? Batman? Dad? Can you-?

He sure is, but he gets the Harry treatment of "is it any wonder he's like that, given what happened to him?" because I can't count the amount of times I've been in a conversation about Harry's whistleblowing and everyone just goes mhm yup it's cause Diana died. And fair tbh, imagine growing up and hearing everyone insist that your grandmother and father conspired to have your mother in a car crash.

He is almost too annoyed to tell Hal. Almost.

When he tells him he doesn't really have any expectations, it's strictly factual. Bruce thought that Hal wouldn't want to parent the baby, and he was fine with it, really. Well, maybe Bruce did spend a few hours after learning about the baby imagining their domestic life together, but thats just fantasies. Whatever. He is more than capable of taking care of the baby on his own, and that was always the plan anyway. It would be too difficult for Hal anyway, with his hectic schedule, and they aren't even together and never talked about it, and for all Bruce knows Hal still dislikes him like 80% of the time. So it's fine. Really.

Dick just showed up with Wally, holding his hand and just asked Bruce could Wally sleep over. Bruce said no but said that Wally was very welcome at the house as always but he had to call Bruce Mr Wayne now.

Jason didn't have to say it. Bruce watched the bi panic on Jason's face when he set eyes on Roy after coming back into the family and when Bruce passed comment Jason didn't deny it, just told his dad to shut up.

Tim worked up the courage to tell Bruce officially... Through a WE memo. Bruce signed off on it and gave Tim a huge hug.

Damian announced his intention to court Jon Kent at family dinner. Bruce said fine but no more sleepovers.

Steph walked into the Cave beaming and announced that she kisses girls now and Bruce was like "that's nice, honey".

Cass tugged on Bruce's sleeve at a gala and told him that a nearby woman was very beautiful and Bruce just nodded, because he understood.

When Steph first became Robin, she was a bit terrified about her suit. She worried it wouldn’t fit right, or that she’d need to explain her need of a bra to Bruce. Or worse, the function of a bra. He had multiple variations (around her size, as far as he could guess) of sports bras made with industrial strength fabric. And they weren’t just compressing and functional, they were comfortable.

“I wasn’t 100% sure about the band size you’d need, but these should last a while. And they are so breathable.” Steph didn’t want to question why he knew that, she just said thank you and moved on.

Cass didn’t get a consistent period until moving in, so even while knowing what it was, it was lot for her. The second Bruce heard about her struggling from Steph, he showed her the closet in the manor with various period products. Not just multiple types of tampons, pads and liners, but cups and underwear and wet wipes. All the Midol and heating pads you could dream of.

“Some people prefer pads, but I preferred tampons because they’re more discreet. I have just as many options for both. There’s organic, allergenic friendly, pads for heavy flow, I think there’s some Diva Cups in the back, too. If you ever need pain relief, I’d still prefer you to ask Alfred, but there are plenty of options. Whatever you need, whenever you need it, it’s here. Or come to me, I’ll get you more. There’s no reason to have any shame around this.” Cass didn’t quite catch the part where he mentioned his menstrual product preferences, she just grabbed a Diva Cup, wet wipes and some underwear. Then she promptly skittered away, likely embarrassed, Bruce assumed.

One time Babs was complaining about women’s pockets in clothes. “Preaching to the choir, so glad I switched to men’s.” And instead of explaining himself, he gave Barabra tips on finding men’s pants that fit an AFAB body better.

At one point, Tim couldn’t stop complaining about how unfair it was that Cass got to come home early from patrol and eat chocolate damn near monthly. Or why Steph got to lock everyone out of her room around a similar time. Something about him being tired, too, and Bruce never brought him Snickers and or let him shut the entire family out.

he pulls a fanon-tim drake, fucking around online to get groceries delivered and keeping busy with random skills and textbooks to distract himself from the bone-deep chill of loneliness or the flashbacks from thunder or the insomnia-inducing nightmares or the-

anyways.

he can almost convince himself he enjoys it, that he prefers this. he doesn’t have time for anyone, they’d just get in the way of his studies. sure, he doesn’t go to school, and he misses hearing people's voices outside of video lectures. but he’s always enjoyed learning, and he wants to be a doctor! the best there is, like his dad.

yeah. if he had anyone around; they’d just distract him from his mission. he prefers this.

and he’s doing fine, he thinks. at least, he’s doing the best he can.

it’s just- he’s in the future, right? and he’s still alone? there wasn’t anyone for him? still? he should be in his forties and the manor is still empty?

but there are signs of people having lived here. a family, even! he looks himself up and- oh!

he has kids! a family! he adopts five kids in the future! he has a family!!

but he’s been alone for months, now. the manor has been cold and empty the whole time he’s been there. where... are they? why haven't they come home?

oh. they probably left him too. alfred always does did say he’ll drive people away, being so miserable and gloomy all the time. they probably saw the broken thing inside him that seems so visible to everyone he meets, the thing that makes people laugh at him, the thing that makes him miss social cues. like he's not really a boy, but a novelty.

he wants to go back home. to the past. maybe it wasn’t so bad, with just alfred. he should’ve been more grateful. is this a test? if he’s better will he get to go back? he wants help, he wants a hug, he wants anyone.

he hates this. he hates cooking for himself and he hates tucking himself in bed and he hates dragging a step-stool around between the kitchen sink and the stove and the countertops because even on his tippy toes he can’t reach. he hates that every step echoes because the house is so empty and he hates that he had to wear a dozen layers because he’s cold and can’t figure out the thermostat and he hates that he cries every night while hugging himself because no one is there to do it for him. he hates that the happiest he feels is when he gets a Congratulations! email after finishing an online course.

he’s supposed to have a family now, and even his adult-self couldn't be good enough to keep them around, and he’s alone alone alone.

what was the point of this? what was the point of bringing him to see the future that awaits him? to see how worthless he is and will always be? how easy he is to leave? how awful it is to be around him??

he was stupid for hoping his future would be better.

what was the point surviving that night? of surviving every night after that? why even bother staying alive?? to be alone???

not for the first time, nor for the last, bruce goes to sleep praying he wont have to wake up.

pt2 will be something w the kids coming home! more angst dont worry <3

This is now Part 0

Part 1

Okay so I was writing a dpxdc prompt (?), but I have noticed that is getting a bit too long so I want to left some sort of evidence of me starting it, sooo here you have a General framework of my idea (it is still way too long):

Danny was running away from the GIW and his parents after a bad reveal (or something like that, I don't know if the reveal occurred before or after he was caught).

He has been on the run for so long that he doesn't eve now were he is now but he hasn't seen any of them in a little while until earlier that night and now they are hot on his heels, no matter were he ran or how many corners he turned they just keep appearing.

....

After a while of that going on Danny finally managed to create some distance between them, but he needed to leave (temporarily) the back alleys and go trough the main street to a difference area of the city (and maybe leave the city itself) if he wants to lose them for real, even if just for the moment. But when he was just about to leave the back alley he was in, a figure appear right in front of him, blocking his path, Danny have turned invisible to avoid being seen so the figure didn't notice him but Danny certainly noticed that they were too close for him to avoid colliding with them without turning intangible or slowing down, and that wasn't an option right now, so he squishes a bit more of energy from his already stained core to turn intangible on top of being invisible, anyway it would only be a second so it should be all right... Right?...

(It was in fact not all right.)

Just when he was passing trough the person he feels a tug in his core and everything turns white, next thing he knows, he is stumbling forwards, looking in a completely different direction than before. While trying to regain his balance he looks down only to see his own body just laying there, he stares at it for what feels like forever, but couldn't been more than an instant when he hears the GIW and his parents the Fentons come in his direction and he starts running again, the more he ran the more he felt his core settling down in this  body.

This didn't felt like overshadowing someone at all, it feels more a kind to possessing an object but not quite... Which didn't make any sense! This was clearly a person, not an object! And what else could this be if not an overshadowing or possession!? (A transmigration or transference.)

His original body was damaged beyond what his healing factor could hope to repair, and the stress of keeping it in working conditions on top of everything else was starting to damage his core, if he continued overstraining it like that his core would break, making him reach his true death...

So when he passed trough a body that met all the requirements for a transference: a living soulless body without any trace of it ever having one to begin with and a constitution sufficiently similar to the original to fit his own soul within it? His core instinctively latched on to the body like a starving man to a piece of bread, bring the rest of his being with it.

A true halfa needs a living half to survive it doesn't matter if it's the original one or not... Yes, both parts can (technically) exist without the other but a ghost half without the living one is just waiting for it's time to run out, and a living half without the ghost one is only a soulless shellf.

Not that Danny knew any of that...

Anyway! He does not have time to think about it right now, he needs to run, he needs to hide, he needs a secure place to lie down and figure out what to do now!

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Somewhere else, a little bit earlier that same night...

Damian was running after the last one remaining clone of the latest batch send after him by his mother.

He has been running after it for the past 2 hours, (admittedly he lost sight of it at least twice in that time) not that it matters, he was about to catch the clone anyway.

'Was' being the key word. Because just when he was going to strike his shot, Birdarang in hand, a body- a corpse (it couldn't be anything but a corpse with the state it was in) appear out of thin air and fall through- Through the clone, making it stumble forward... What exactly was going on here?...

He views what must be own his confusion reflect on the clone's, and that confused expression didn't fit its face at all, neither did the one full of terror that followed soon after, and the way that it moves...Yes, it did show signs of combat experience and some sort of training but it was nothing like the league, so unlike any of his other clones...

It didn't seem a farce either. He wasn't sure as to why, but Damian could just feel that it wasn't an act...

Though if the group of oddly dressed people (possibly a new gang) that appear almost simultaneously with the clone's scape yelling about ghost running away, ecto-scum(?), putting someone to rest in peace, lost ecto-signatures and possessed bodies being left behind, give him any clue...

He was going to have to let the clone go for now and stay to investigate this at least until Oracle send someone else to take over it so he can go and catch the clone, or to be more precise ghost/meta with ghost like powers that was possesing his clone now; whoever they were and whateve they are, they seem to be a victim and they need help and it is his duty as a vigilante help, especially with them being inside his clone they are his problem to solve.