#pit rage

Danny, reaching into Jason's chest and pulling out a misshapen, disgusting blob of dark green goo: You've got a spare part you don't need there, buddy.

Danny, molding the goo into a different shape with his bare hands, throwing the darker parts away: And, you know what they say, sharing is caring, so.

Danny, holding up the pure green and slightly glowing blob that is not melting or looking sick anymore: Here you have it, an entirely new spleen, fresh baked and up for grabs!

Danny, shoving said spleen inside Tim: Since you're missing one, you get to have it for free, no returns, you're welcome.

Danny, fading from view with a two-fingered salute: There, puzzle solved, everyone have a great day, bye!

Jason, whose Pit Rage is gone:

Tim, who has a new organ now:

Bruce, who, just like everyone else, has absolutely no idea what just happened and who that glowing kid was:

Dick:

as the green haze slowly leaves his mind, the first thought that rushes through him is,

what have i done?

it’s not an unusual one, every time that familiar green takes over, he’s usually caused some type of damage, killed someone, even.

jason takes a deep breath, trying to familiarize himself with his settings.

wherever he is smells homey, like rugs and coffee and books, and there’s the slight tang of metal in the air.

it’s all very familiar.

the floor underneath him is hard, but there’s something strong and soft wrapped around him.

had he gotten himself captured? he didn’t think so.

opening his eyes, he is brought into an… apartment?

it sure as shit isn’t his, but it’s familiar in the way he knows his own.

his breathing is still heavy, as he slumps against whatever restraints hold him.

as they tighten around him minutely, he realizes they aren’t restraints at all.

they’re limbs.

red and blue and strong limbs, keeping his arms down and holding his head gently, all the while ensuring no movement will be made on his part.

“webs..?” he gets out through parched lips, his throat aching at the vocalization.

“you with me, red?” is returned, the limbs wrapped around him gentling to a sort of octopus hug, instead of the tight hold it had been.

“w-what did i…” it hurts to think, to talk, he’s so exhausted.

this is normal for an episode, too, but strangely, he already feels so much better than he normally did.

spider-man.

peter.

it was the first time peter had been around for one.

the thought was both horrifying and comforting, and he wasn’t sure which to lean towards.

he painstakingly raises his shaking hands, patting at the torso in front of him.

now that he’s more aware, he can see that they’re on the floor of peter’s apartment, the smaller man sitting right on top of him, his legs had been twisted around his arms, with his own holding jason’s head close to his body.

peter leans back slightly, giving jason room to pat him down.

“you didn’t hurt me, jay. you didn’t hurt anyone.” it’s whispered between them like a promise, like the solace found within a raging storm.

jason can’t temper down his panic quite yet, shaking hands making their way to peter’s flushed cheeks, holding his face between his hands as he breathes in the presence of the other.

“you- you’re okay? you swear it?” this time the whisper is desperate, punching through the pain he feels.

peter’s hands mirror his, softly brushing a thumb across his cheek, the other through the thick hair matted above his forehead. he smiles a quiet, secret smile, and jason unconsciously leans closer, waiting to be let in on it.

“do you remember when we first sparred?” he asks, tilting his head and smiling like he was never worried at all.

jason’s heartbeat slows down at that, as he nods his head softly.

“i had you pinned down, you couldn’t move. and i told you that you would never be able to hurt me if i didn’t let you. remember that?” peter’s hand gently unknots his hair, and jason feels something tight loosen in his chest that he didn’t even know was there.

“yeah.” he breathes, leaning into the other man’s hold.

“well, i wasn’t joking.” when jason opens his eyes again, bluegreen meet crinkled brown. “dick called almost as soon as you left the cave. i came here to start tracking you down, but you were already here.” his smile turns mischievous for a moment, like he knew something jason didn’t, before softening again at jason’s no doubt disheveled look. “maybe you wanted the weapons stashed here. maybe you knew it was safe. maybe, you knew it was where i’d come.”

jason breathes, letting it hit him fully, that he really hadn’t hurt anyone. he had immediately come here, and so it seems, had peter.

he leans his forehead against peter’s chest, breathing as he reconciles the information.

“we were here the whole time, love. just you and me.” was mumbled into the top of his head, and he could almost feel the last of the strings holding him up being cut, muscles finally relaxing into this man that he fully knew would protect him.

and what a strange, euphoric feeling that was. to be the one being protected.

the hand moving through his hair continues as he fights against slumber, his own resting on the spider’s hips, gently holding him close.

“thank you.” he breathes in peter, coffee and old books and that slight metal twang, mixed with the comforting sandalwood scent of his shampoo and conditioner.

“nothing to thank me for, jay.” a kiss to the top of his head. “i never get cuddles this long when you’re always on the move.” that gets a huff of laughter from the larger man. “come on, i’m thinking a quick shower, something easy to eat, and straight into bed. whaddya say, big guy?”

jason presses a soft kiss to whatever skin he can reach.

“that sounds like a dream, baby.”

and peter’s smile as he hauls him up off the floor is blinding. fangs poking through his parted lips and eyes crinkled like the world wasn’t on fire, and jason wanted to believe them, he wanted to believe him.

Dpxdc prompt #5

It is a widely used headcanon in the dpxdc fandom that the lazarus pits are corrupted ectoplasm. However I have never seen anyone give an explanation for why they are corrupted past "they're runoff of the Infinite Realms." What possibly in the dpxdc fandom could be powerful and corrupt enough to taint that much ectoplasm?

The Ring of Rage

[Prompt Masterpost]

Ghosts have Obsessions. Revenants have Vengeance.

(As a spoony myself, I always get a little frustrated with the “miracle cure trope”. I don’t care as much when it comes to magically and instantly curing Jason’s Pit Rage the moment he meets Danny cause it’s not a real condition, but I’ve been curious about treating the Pit Rage as a chronic incurable condition, but Danny and the Realms know better on how to manage and mitigate it. This post isn’t about that I just wanted to say)

Revenants are created when they die with extreme violence near enough ectoplasm/ectoplasmic beings and emotions to create a vindictive shade who latches onto the person they expect to get them vengeance. This person, now haunted with a vindictive shade, will experience extreme bouts of violence and rage until they succeed in enacting vengeance for the shade.

Now if the person haunted by the shade is somehow able to resist the call for vengeance, and potentially go against it, and if the shade experiences enough ectoplasmic exposure during their haunting of their target, they might claw themselves back to their body to finish the job themself. However, typically these are just vindictive zombies. With no other understanding or consciousness outside of that of a shade. But if that shade gets enough access to a large saturation of ectoplasm, they can become a revenant.

This is why revenants are so rare. Almost as rare as Halfas. A lot has to happen for them to become realized.

(Get on my DC stands for Disregard Canon because I don’t know the timelines for all this shit)

When Jason dies, the punishment Joker receives is just to go back in timeout until he breaks free again. There aren’t even any legal charges against him regarding the death of Robin since Batman keeps the death hush hush. So Batman becomes haunted by Jason’s vindictive shade causing him to go on a warpath through Gotham as he continues to refuse to give any further punishment to the Joker. Tim intervenes and reverse parents/therapizes Bruce into finding some way to manage his guilt, rage, and violence that is being amplified by the shade trying to force him to do something about the Joker. But Batman’s Will is extremely strong (because he’s a fucked up furry). And Tim helps him manage it (you can get some Tim whump being an emotional support for a violent man that is meant to be his father figure dealing with his own “pit rage”). Jason’s shade finally becomes a vindictive zombie when Dick beats the Joker to death and Bruce fucking resuscitates him and just sends him back to time out. (Batman’s codependence on the Joker needs to be studied in Arkham, honestly). Then Talia finds his zombie and plops him in the Lazurus Pits and tada! He’s a revenant.

Now Pit Rage is exacerbated by the Lazarus pits, but not the cause. The thing that keeps a revenant tied to the land of the living is their rage and need for vengeance. If you take away the rage and revenge, revenants might just return to the realm of the dead. Luckily if they do so, they’ll become Realms Denizens because they’re so chock full of ectoplasm now (all full denizens require a lot of prerequisites to become denizens. The only reason they have as large of a population as they do is because they’re the dead of every single infinite realm in existence. It requires a perfect storm to become a dead denizen) so Jason could still interact with his family if he went that route, but nobody wants that.

Because a revenants vengeance is like a ghosts obsession, if a revenant ignores their vengeance, they could End. Luckily, Jason’s vengeance is also tied with the abandonment of Crime Alley and violently protecting it is similar to a ghost acting out their obsessions. But now everyone is grappling with the idea that if they Kill the Joker, Jason would probably finally be at peace and the rage torture would end. But if they go through with it, Jason might return to the realm of the dead.

Danny frowns at how much restless, tight, enraged energy is coming from Jason. He lets mischief spread through his aura, kicking Jason's book closed mid page turn and letting himself whine dramatically, "Jay......I'm bored."

I’m bored of Danny’s league name being Danyal because I feel like NO ONE with league training would chose the most obvious name ever + I hate that the difference is Arabic/US written, it makes me upset thinking that he said his name was Danyal which sounds different from Danial and he’s stuck with the whitewashed version. Anyway, because of this I decided on the name Diphda al Ghul, maybe w/ a middle name so it’d be Diphda Diyari al Ghul. Diyari means a gift.

Diphda al Ghul. It’s a strong name and matches well with Damian. The name is from the star Diphda and the meaning behind the star is the second frog. In a bible of some kind it says “In that day the Lord with His severe sword, great and strong, Will punish Leviathan the fleeing serpent, Leviathan that twisted serpent; And He will slay the reptile that is in the sea.” about the star it’s from. I think it would be ironic if they named him this. I could imagine they named him this thinking it means he will punish and slay the fleeing LoA members who betrayed them but instead he punishes Ra’s in his eventual afterlife.

Now for the Poll part, I want him to be older then Damian but not the heir so there are two options.

Option A is that originally he was the heir but they decided it was a better strategy to create and train a bodyguard of types for Damian who could suppress him and to do that they needed the same DNA which is why they’re brothers.

Option B is that he has a physical ailment that the pits can’t fix/caused so Ra’s says he’s an unfit heir. Either pit rage from a near death or something like muteness, blindness, or deafness. Which btw does not make you less capable, Ra’s is just ableist. For this one whatever causes him to not be the heir happened/was discovered at birth which means the name would make since.

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of death, implied mentions of panic attacks handling, Jason typical profanity

"Don't worry, I got you."

These were the first words Jason could finally hear after what felt like forever. His head was pounding and his vision was still tinted green but slowly he felt like he was gaining control over the rage that had taken over.

He couldn't remember what triggered it, nor what he had done when his vision turned green. All he remembers was that he had been out on Patrol before he heard a scream. But now he could feel two hands resting on his shoulder. A young voice resounded in his ears, telling him to breathe in deeply, hold it and then breathe out. He remembers this exercise, B had made sure they all knew this one, so that they could help anyone that was working themselves into a panic attack. But he wasn't suffering through one, was he?

Unconsciously his eyes closed, blocking his vision of the still tinted green world.

"That's it. Try to redirect that power, don't let the Mania take hold. Can you feel your core? Try listening for its humming."