ghosts basically behave like dragons. that is the prompt. they hoard stuff, they’re highly territorial, they’re clingy with what (or who) is Theirs, they fight all the time for fun and social order, and then all the other stuff that also overlaps with catlike behavior or bird like behavior (ie, zoomiez, chirping, purring, and other cat and bird behavior.)
this is normal behavior for ghosts, but the problem shows up when danny’s core decides that he is going to try to court Tim. danny’s human brain knows that logically, this is not how you court a human, but his human half isn’t really thinking logically right now, and his ghost half is trying *very* hard to get Tim to date him right now, so there isn’t much the human half could do right now anyway except also try to advise how to court Tim, and the occasional reminder of what thing would not be safe for keeping a human alive, if slightly skewed in view.
Danny shifts through the shadows of the cave network, slowly, keeping out of sight of the patrols and assassins. He can barely taste the essence of his beloved through the scent of rotten and corrupted ectoplasm that permeates the League temple underground.
The false god lays in grand bed. Danny twitches with suppressed rage, pulling out the Knight Dagger from the sheath at his hip. With a growl he shifts into solid space, cutting the fools throat as he shoots up. Danny watches with satisfaction as his soul is dragged to the nightmare realms. He will never be able to be ressurected completely. Even if they throw his body in the pits, his soul will not return.
Danny pulls out a jar, humming as he finishes sawing off the man's head, licks the blood that splashes his face.
Tim is going to be so happy....
The head gets phased into the jar, which he promptly phases into a solid block of clear polymer. With a flick, the excess polymer is removed, the jar further carved with seals and runes to ensure the head is perfectly preserved.
With a bit of searching he finds his secondary target, Tim's spleen.
In less than a minute, he's back in his apartment in Gotham. He pulls out the basket he wove himself under Pandora's instructions, lining it with the pelt of a great rune bear from the far frozen. Bottles of the Realms made wine of Dionysus, Cheeses from the Althur Cliffs of forgotten beings, and Preserves made from the unique golden blackberries of the realms are cradled within.
The head and spleen finally join the courting gift. A single void black scale is nestled in the pocket, carved with a simple,
For My Beloved
With anticipation, he proudly leaves the gift, in his beloveds den.
