#corpse au

A bodyswap soulmate AU with corpse AU.

Just imagine Danny trying to bury his own body, the shovel is his hands throwing mud and dirt over the hole with a clear view of his corpse; when suddenly he gets bodyswap with his soulmate.

That would be pretty hard to explain, especially to a vigilante who now is probably in panic that their soulmate just murdered a teenager. Should they help hide the body? That is their soulmate so it should be for a good reason their soulmate just killed someone, right? RIGHT?

He puts funny little hats on himself, sometimes some little paper accessories (he doesn't want to put any kind of adhesive in his bones, that's just asking for damage- so no stickers, sadly).

Everyone he works with fully assumes it's just a prop skull.

Danny Fenton works at the Daily Planet in a corner where Clark Kent doesn't really frequent.

One day, he has to drop of some paperwork for Mr Fenton- who he's never met despite working together for the past two years, “shit just happens in a big office like that I guess” he says (though Clark swears he’s never heard a heartbeat or any kind of breathing from that office)- and Clark drops everything he's holding when he sees a child's skull on the desk, decorated with a festive pink ribbon patterned with different fruits.

Clark knows exactly what real bone pores look like, and he knows his enhanced sight isn't lying to him. It's either the best fake in this or any universe, or his coworker has a real human child's skull on his desk.

A mixture of icy fear and confusion pooled in Bruce’s chest, and he felt himself lean against a wall for support. “What? Who? But, Damian was just here!”

“Don’t worry, it’s not him.”

“He’s the only blood relative I have.”

The officer sighed. “I dunno what to tell you. We don’t know. Kid was dead for months before we dug ‘im up, so identifying any other details towards his previous identity has been… difficult. We don’t even have any missing persons reports it could match. Quite frankly, we were hoping you’d know something, ‘cause we’ve been coming up blank.”

“I will,” Bruce rushed out unthinkingly, his mind still caught up on the word ‘kid’.

“What?”

“I’ll help however I can. Amity Park, you said? Where is that? I’ll book a flight right away."

“No, really, sir. I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. No offense, Mr Wayne, but you’re not a forensic analyst.”

The words ‘yes I am’ balanced on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t say them. Batman was the detective, not Brucie Wayne. But Batman didn’t have any reason to travel so far afield to investigate a single dead kid, so Bruce Wayne would have to do.

Iꜰ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴇ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏsᴛs ᴏɴ ᴛɪᴋᴛᴏᴋ I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴsᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Tʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛᴏʟᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Tᴜᴍʙʟʀ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ. A ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀɪᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs I ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

Corpse AU where Danny is weirdly obsessed and extremely protective of his bones.

This becomes an issue when they are discovered and assigned as a John Doe. The ensuing murder investigation needs the bones since they are not just evidence but also the centerpiece of the case.

corpse au