I’ve seen a lot of those posts where Damian and Jason are arguing about who has the highest kill count while Tim just sits in the corner.

I have also seen fics/posts where Danny can feel death on people.

I have never seen these two ideas together.

Just imagine this

All the bats know that Danny can smell death, it makes sense, him being the ghost king and all, so when Jason and Damian are debating who has killed the most people, they ask him.

During dinner Jason is the one who rehashes the fight. Most of them just sigh, having heard this argument time and time again.

Jason- „I’m just saying, I went on a whole ass killing spree when I came back alive, I t’s obviously me.“

Damian- „Todd you are being ridiculous, Father even has a list of the people you have killed and it ends at a measly 83.“

Jason- „83 people that he knows about, that list is definitely off!“

Dick- „Does this need to be a competition?“

Both Damian and Jason turn to him. „Shut up Dick!“ and „Quiet Greyson!“

Damian- „Of everyone in this house, I have the highest kill count, I was raised by assassins in more then just name you know!“

They both turn to Danny who is sitting at the table with crossed legs. He promptly shrinks under the new attention.

Danny- „ummm why are we looking at me?“

Jason- „Do your weird ghost shit! Tell the demon brat that he is wrong!“

Damian- „Tell Todd that he is an imbecile for entertaining the idea!“

Danny- „I don’t think…“

Damian and Jason- „Danny!“

Danny- „Ok! Fine! Whatever! I mean I guess out of the two of you Damian feels like he has killed the most people.“

Damian gives a celebratory smirk towards Jason. The rest of the table is just glad for this stupid fight to finally be over. Conversations pick back up again across the table.

That is until Jason speaks up.

„What do you mean out of the two of us?“

Danny- „I mean out of the two of you. Obviously none of y’all come close to Tim‘s-„

Tim, who is in the middle of taking a bite, promptly chokes and rushes to put a hand over his boyfriend’s mouth.

So cute.

So charming!

So...

... heartbreaking.

And more than a little...

two days after the trial began, court had been adjourned. exhaustion, perhaps to the point of delirium, had a hold over every attendant, even the baptist. yet he still paused in front of alex’s cell, hands bloodied up to the elbows (he had dug deep with this one, oh so deserving) leaning against the bars for a moment, just looking, watching. lips were pulled into a slight smile that held no warmth. “don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.” heavy breath was taken, inhale & exhale lengthened, stare staying fixed on the man. “I’ll get back to you soon.”

Time really didn’t serve much of a purpose anymore. Alex tried to count the minutes and the hours, but it was too difficult to do. So he focused his energy on other endeavors –– like staying alive. Easier said than done with John ‘the Baptist’ Seed attending to his ‘atonement’. Alex tried to hold out, tried to keep anything important and personal locked behind his teeth, but it was getting harder and harder. The worst days were sometimes the ones when he was left alone. To think about everything he’d done and everything that had gone wrong.

The time between.

He hadn’t seen John for hours, most definitely days at this point, and he’s starting to wonder what lay ahead for him, and for the others. Had Hannah survived whatever Jacob –– his leg throbs –– had thrown her way. If Sara was doing alright. If anyone had seen their video. Was help coming? It felt like someone should’ve been here by now. No, if he starts thinking like that then he’ll give in to the desperation that John Seed could so easily manipulate. He has to believe, and he has to be smart about it.

Easier said than done given how his mind wanders. His stomach gnaws at him, reminding him of when he’d last eaten and his throat has gone dry like cotton.

He runs trembling fingers over his face and up through his hair. It’s hard to believe this is happening, truly happening. He curls his fingers, roughly scratching at the back of his neck. It helps snap him out of the disassociation he was teetering close to. He then realizes he wasn’t alone. John Seed is standing there, staring at him like he’s a puzzle to be figured out –– or taken apart.

Alex swallows, sitting up straighter and meeting John’s unsettling gaze with a blank stare of his own.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about you.” John breaks the silence, taking in a deep breath before he lets it out, all the while keeping his eyes locked on Alex. God Alex is actually relieved to hear someone else’s voice –– even if that someone is John Seed. His thoughts had been turning dark and distant.

“Never doubted you for a minute.” Alex replies, voice raspy. One corner of his mouth twitches up into an empty half-smile. But then his eyes drop to John’s hands, taking in the blood that coats them all the way up his forearms. The smile fades, brows furrow and he slowly looks back up to meet John’s intense gaze, renewed fear at what he was capable of.

“I’ll get back to you soon.” John says and it’s the kind of promise Alex could do without. He pulls his legs up closer to his chest, wraps his arms around them and tries not to have a break down thinking about all the ways in which John could, would break him. Cold fear lodges itself in his chest and he has to fight to make himself say,

This stuff is child abuse.

It was abuse when fringe churches would do it (stage fake raids on their schools to capture all the kids, throw them into cages, and terrorise them in order to ‘demonstrate’ what ‘the enemy’ would do)