Field Trip to my Heart fanfic idea
One of my favorite stories to read are those of Casper High class on a field trip somewhere and causing havoc in their wake. In almost all of them thereâs a common rule of âno raising the deadâ which I find hilarious, and I got an idea for my own take on this trope.
DPxDC AU where the Casper High class are now in Casper University (these kids are Amity Parkers through and through so every other place is too tame for them so they ainât leaving their turf), their ages ranging from 18 to 19. Danny and his grew (which composes their entire class now) are casually sight seeing when le gasp! What do we have here: a hulking revenant Red Hood. Just the perfect match for their sad single twink halfa who seems to be incapable of catching himself a decent partner! Operation âGet their twink a love lifeâ is a go!!
P.S. I was watching Lady and the Tramp movie while writing this.
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Red Hood has experienced many things in his life; heâs done many things, most of them which heâs not proud of. But out of all the bullshit his fucked up existence has thrown at him, this might just take the proverbial cake. He was doing his rounds without any issues on a very quiet night, which should have already raised some flags. Gotham was being too quiet, at least on his side of the city when it happened. He was ambushed from all sides and packed pretty easily without him getting even a glimpse of the perpetrators. Only thing he managed to do was press the emergency button!
Since his captors have shoved a back over his head he couldnât see them, but he could hear them as could rest of the bats.
âThe fuck is the deal!? Where are you taking me?â he demanded.
A female voice had answered him, and he could make out a clear mid-western accent mix in with a Spanish one.
âOh donât get your helmet in a twist lover boy~ Youâll find out soon enough.â
Sitting on a chair free of his restraints, seemingly having a candle lit dinner in an allay way decked out in fairy lights, softly scented candles, flower petals; really, the whole shebang. On the one other seat across the clothed table sits a well dressed twink. He canât see what he looks like exactly since heâs hiding his face in his hands.
And if things couldnât get any weirder, an older teen with glasses and curly hair walks to them with an accordion along with a burly asian carrying a guitar, both dressed to the nines. The accordionist starts to play and- no fucking wayâŚ
When it registers what the two boys- men? are playing and singing, his coms start to flood with laughter and hooting. Itâs the fucking song from Lady and the Tramp movie.
Red Hood, or rather Jason is so confounded that he doesnât do much other than nod in thanks when a blond chick comes in with some italian pasta. The twink mumbles something and curls further in on himself. Jason just stares; was he seriously kidnapped (rather efficiently he has to admit) for a date of all things? He allows himself relax a smidgen since it appears he wasnât brought here out of malice.
Alright, focus and take stock of the situation. These kids seemed to be older than high schoolers, and they have some training under their belt if they were able to get a drop on him in his own territory. The bats share some of their own tidbits theyâve been able to gather from tailing these particular teens. Apparently their here on a three day field trip from Illinois and have been causing mayhem ever since theyâve arrived. Timâs caffeine infused theory is that they are magic users from a magic school that taught necromancy which Jason chooses to ignore indefinitely.
The twink finally raises his head and Jason stills.
Heâs a really pretty twink.
They have raven black hair that is playfully tousled, making him look even younger than his short slim build already does. His ivory skin is dusted with freckles like decoration help bring out his big doe eyes, and oh those eyes, like baby blue sapphires frames perfectly by dark luscious lashes. He wonders if those rose petal lips would taste like-
The poor boy, all blushing and overwhelmed apologizes, âIâm so sorry Mr. Hood! I-I told them not to do anything drastic since I donât need a boyfriend o-or partner, but they wonât listen!â
The asian dude intersects from the side, âOf course we wonât. Otherwise youâll never get a date who isnât a back stabbing brick or world conquering megalomaniac like your creepy uncle Vlad.â
âWere are doing this for your sake Danny!â shouts the curly haired boy.
Okay, ignoring those concerning remarks for now Jason turns back to the pretty twink named Danny.
He smirks âSo⌠this happens often?â
Danny groans and blushes more all the way to his ears, âOnly twice before thankfully. I mean I appreciate that they want me to be happy but⌠after all my past relationships Iâve gotten in terms with the fact that I might never find someone right for me; after all who would want a half dead guy like me as their boyfriend.â
Jasonâs heart kinda breaks at the resigned smile forming on those soft lips. He can hear Stephanie cry vehement denials and righteous encouragements trough the link.
âHey now, donât say that. You seem like a nice guy so itâs their own fault for not seeing the beaut that you are. Hands down this has been most pleasant kidnapping Iâve experienced so far.â
Jason smirks when he sees Danny blush even more at his complement, while ignoring Damianâs demands to seize fraternizing with the other party.
âAnd since were both here why not make most of it. Care to tell some about yourself?â
Danny shifts a bit and thinks, âUmm⌠Well, I should probably introduce myself since itâs kinda my fault your here; Iâm Danny Fenton and I study engineering at Casper University. I really like space and astronomy, I also like animals and volunteer at the local zoo and animal shelter when I can. And Iâve also started to take interest in reading, mostly sci-fi and murder mysteries.â
So far so good, he thinks as he discreetly looks the other over. He says heâs in university but-
âQuick question: how old are you if you donât mind me asking?â
Please be legal, please be legal, please be legal-
âOh, Iâm eighteen soon to be nineteen.â
âWhat about you? I can you tell about yourself, it doesnât have to be anything too personal with secret identities and all. I actually used to be a teen hero before going fully public so I understand.â
Jason blinks. The coms are silent.
His words die on his tongue when pair of gloved hands grip Dannyâs shoulders. Green rage fills his vision when he seen the face of the monster that plagues this city. The Joker.
He growls and craps his gun.
âWell what do we have here? Couple of love birds~â comes a grating voice right above Danny, causing him to turn around.
He screams and throws a punch.
The Pit Rage coursing through Jasonâs veins that was demanding him to attack, to kill, to protect, to take-Danny-and-never-let-go came to a freezing halt. He watches in awe as his gorgeous twink decks the clown fucker in the face, eliciting a satisfying crack. Joker goes flying in beautiful arch and lands on his neck.
They all watch his limp form. He doesnât rise.
âDamn it, not again. Third one in two months, hopefully this time they wonât seek compensation.â One their musicians mutters.
Danny turns back to him and begins to ramble and gesture with his bloodied hand, âO-Oh gosh! Iâm so sorry, please donât tell Batman! I donât want him to kick us out just yet; I havenât gotten to visit the planetarium yet.â
Welp, now Jason knows where to take Danny on their second date. He takes his helmet off as his siblings yell at him but he doesnât care about that, all he cares about wooing the fuck out of this murder twink. He fixes his hair a bit and leans on the table, giving his most charming smile.
âNever dream of it. Anyway~ ever read Jane Austen?â
In his opinion the name Jason Fenton has a nice ring to it.